New Story of Lv Bu

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Chen Shi, Ji County.

There are corpses everywhere in and outside the city of Jixian. There are too many dead people, and piles of eight or nine feet high are everywhere. There are rebels from Xiliang, and soldiers from Hanyang County, those who lack arms and legs, those with large openings between their chests and abdomen, those whose heads have been chopped off, and there are all kinds of shapes, and many people are indifferent.

The sturdy city walls of Ji County have been damaged in many places, and the dense cracks are countless like spider webs. The big openings are filled with sandbags indiscriminately. From a distance, the chaotic city wall is like a rotten earth wall swaying in the wind, which can crash to the ground with a push.

Under the city wall, the corpses of the Xiliang rebels were everywhere, broken armor, broken knives and spears, and arrows scattered all over the place. Among these, there are staggered distribution of the wreckage of ladders and siege hammers, many of which are still smoking. Dozens of broken ladders stood on wheels as the base, leaning toward the sky, seeming to vent their dissatisfaction with the thief.

The sky was densely overcast, and it was as black as the face of a stepmother, stretched long, with traces of sarcasm and disdain. The sun hid in the clouds and dared not come out for a long time, as if unwilling to open his eyes to see the tragedy in this world, and hid consciously and spontaneously. The small wind blew gently, with a strong smell of blood, and kept pouring into people's noses and throats.

Fu Xie Fu Nanrong, the prefect of Hanyang, had a helmet and a braided armour. Under the protection of his 13-year-old son Fu Gan and dozens of soldiers, he had already circled the city wall. The situation was much more serious than he expected. More than half of the seven thousand county soldiers had been casualties, and of the remaining half, only two thousand were able to fight. At present, all the young people in Jixian County have been recruited to go to the city, just enough to make up 6,000 people.

After more than a year of war, there are not many young people in Hanyang County, and the four thousand people now are the last seeds. It is conceivable that in Jixian County, how many families are ruined, and how many orphans, widows, old, weak and sick are left behind! Because of this protracted war, the people in Ji County have already shed their last drop of blood!

What is gratifying is that the one who followed the Bingzhou army's grain transport team into the city was 20,000 shi grains and eight hundred heavy soldiers, and the leader was a young general, said to be from Bingzhou Tuqi. The food and weapons and equipment brought by these eight hundred troops gave Fu Xie and the people of Ji County great hope. They are all great benefactors of Hanyang County. Fu Xie will never let them participate in the battle if they are not a last resort. . As long as the people in Ji County are not dead, they will not be allowed to go to the battlefield! Fu Xie secretly made up his mind.

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, under the command of Ma Teng, the rebels' offensive continued from Sishi to Shenshi. If it was not late, the rebels would continue to attack the city. In addition to the huge casualties, the reserves of arrows and weapons and armor in the city have also been consumed by as much as 80%. As long as the intensity of yesterday's attack is maintained, Ji County will definitely support it for less than two hours today.

Remembering that he once boasted that he had gone to Haikou and that Ji County could stick to it for seven days, Fu Xie couldn't help but shook his head. After the confluence of Han Sui, Ma Teng, and the Kingdom, not only did their strength grow, but the combined offensive force of the entire army was also greatly strengthened. Ma Teng’s 40,000 men used to be Han troops, good at attacking cities, and Han Sui’s Xiliang cavalry for hundreds of miles a day, erratic, good at driving long distances, chasing death to the north, most of the kingdom’s subordinate merchants, manufacturing and operating Equipment is a strong point.

"Don't worry, Ji County will definitely be able to hold it!" Fu Xie patted a county soldier on the shoulder, and looked at him gently with sincere eyes. This county soldier was only seventeen or eighteen years old. His face was covered with black oily mud. Two eyes and one mouth were like three rocks in the swamp, and they looked terribly pale.

"Fu Shijun, the Xiliang rebels entering the city is also a death, and a death in battle is also a death. It is also a death. It is better to be a death in battle! As for reinforcements, it doesn't matter whether there are reinforcements or not. If there are reinforcements, they should have come long ago. Oh! Are they going to watch us all die? This reinforcement is almost hopeless!"

Fu Xie's two eye sockets were wet in an instant. At this moment, he really wanted to say aloud the news that the Bingzhou army had arrived, tell this county soldier, and tell everyone, don't be afraid! Don't be depressed! The final victory is only one step away from us! Da Sima Lubu's army is hundreds of miles away. In order to wipe out the Xiliang rebels once and for all, he had to use Jixian as a bait to catch the huge beetle of the Xiliang rebels!

However, he can't! As long as they say it, the rebels will immediately clear the siege. The remaining soldiers and tens of thousands of people in Ji County can live alone, but the hope of destroying all the rebels has been shattered! Without this opportunity, it will become even more difficult to suppress the rebels! It may even spend ten times a hundred times more effort and energy, consume countless materials, and sacrifice the lives of countless soldiers.

Fu Xie could only pat the young county soldier lightly on the shoulder, comforting him with a gentle tone. "Don't be so pessimistic, trust the court, trust me, Hanyang Prefect Fu Xie! As long as we persist for two more days, we will get through the storm! There will be reinforcements, and everything will be there!" The young county soldier nodded gently. Rather than believing, it is more perfunctory.

At this time, a group of Hu Qi appeared outside the west gate of Jixian County. It seemed that there could be thousands of people, galloping all the way, setting off smoke and dust. "Procedure! Two thousand people from the city are transferred to the city, ready to go to the city! To resist the attack of the Xiliang rebels! Today, I, Fu Xie, the prefect of Hanyang, guards Ximen alone, and I am willing to die with the monarchs!"

After speaking, he stood on the top of the city with his sword, and looked into the distance with a pergola in his hand. The soldiers in the county county in the city were grateful for Fu Xie's kindness. Upon hearing this, the army was immediately lifted. Thousands of people raised their arms and shouted: "I wish to die with Fu Shijun!" It's better to die in battle! Besides, if you die with Fu Shijun, there is glory and Yan!

Thousands of Hu Qi came four hundred steps away from the city wall, and stopped all together, and several leaders, who were in the same way, played a white flag and walked to the bottom of the city. Suddenly knelt down under the city and kowtowed his head: "Fu Shijun is here! I have received your favor from thousands of people! I am grateful for your kindness, and I am willing to **** you and your family back to your hometown of Beidi County!"

"I'm willing to **** you and your family back to your hometown, Beidi County!" Thousands of Hu riders got off their horses together, kowtow to Fu Xie at the head of the city. "Fu Shijun, you are a rare good person among the big Han officials. Now that the city is about to be broken, we can't bear to let you die, so we came up with this method! Please go with us!"

Fu Xie Zhuo stood on the head of the city, and the corners of his eyes were moist. I didn't expect these shameless people to be like this! Next to Fu Xie was his thirteen-year-old son Fu Gan. He looked at his silent father, and at the harp Hu Qi who was knocking his head outside the city. He sighed and said, "The emperor is faint and confused. There is no room in the middle. Now the subordinates have few soldiers and cannot hold on. We should follow the request of Qiang and Hu, return to the hometown, and wait until the emperor with the sage comes out to assist.

Fu Gan didn’t finish his words. Fu Xie was very moved and sighed: “Do you know that I must die? Only saints can handle contingency, followed by upholding the morals. In the past, the king of Shang and Zhou was tyrannical, and the loyal minister Bo Yi still strictly observed the Minister’s Day. I starved to death after eating food from the Zhou Dynasty. I was born in troubled times and could not live at home. I have accepted the Dai Lu of the court, and still want to escape danger! Where do I go? I must die here. You are talented, and you have to work hard. The main book Yang Hui is my Cheng Ying, and he will do his best to take care of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Xie leaned over at the head of the city and said: "Your kindness is my heart! My Fu Xie Fu Nanrong, as the prefect of Hanyang, must be with the county soldiers and people! Even if you die in battle, there is nothing to fear! If the city is broken, I will fight to death! Go back! Remember my words, be a good man, don't be a tiger!"

When Fu Xie said so decisively, the thousands of Hu Qi under the city burst into tears. These Hu Qis knew that Fu Xie always followed the law and followed his words, and he would do what he said, and he would do what he said. He said that he would fight to death with the soldiers and civilians of Ji County, and he would fight to death with the soldiers and civilians of Ji County!

"Fu Shijun! Let's go! After you die in battle, we will build a burial mound for you! On your death day, we will prepare three animal gifts and pay tribute to you on time!" Several Huren chiefs put away Bai Qi turned on his horse, wiped the tears from his face, and said goodbye.

All the soldiers and civilians in Ji County saw this scene in front of them and remembered it in their hearts. Fu Shijun gave up his way back to his hometown and insisted on fighting to death with the soldiers and civilians of Jixian County. What a bosom is to do what he said! How upright! "Fu Shijun is mighty!" "Fu Shijun, we are willing to fight to death with you!"

Suddenly, thousands of people raised their arms and shouted again, starting with the West Gate, then the other three gates, and finally the whole city. The shouts were endless. At this moment, in their hearts, life and death are no longer important. How happy is life? What's the pain of death? As long as you die well, you die more than Mount Tai, even if you die!

At this time, a fast-riding horse came hurriedly, and the knight on the horse had a high crown and a belt, a wide robe and large sleeves, and a Han official costume. He came down to the city and said, "Brother Nan Rong, don't come here unharmed? I am Huang Yan, the former prefect of Jiuquan. I was ordered by the great leader of the Kingdom to come and bring a word to Brother Nan Rong!"

Speaking of this, Huang Yan paused for a while before speaking. "The world is no longer owned by Fu Han. Fu Junning intends to be handsome for my family?" Fu Xie was furious, and screamed with his halberd finger and sword: "As the state's officially appointed prefect, are you acting as a lobbyist for the rebels? Get out of here! I don’t know a scumbag like you!"

Huang Yan's face was white and red, red and white, and finally, two lines of tears rolled down. "Brother Nan Rong, don't pass by now! The day of goodbye is under the yellow spring!" After speaking, he turned his horse and left in a hurry.

Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom! In the distance, there were intense drums of war, and the offensive of the Xiliang rebels was about to begin again.