Royal Road

Linghu Kuang leaned back on the tower, panting heavily. On October day, the north wind whistled, every breath I inhaled seemed to be icy ballast, and the scraped throat was sore; every breath I exhaled was full of thick blood, which made people feel nauseous. Just sitting down for a while, the power in the body dissipated without a trace, leaving only the boundless fatigue and dull pain, I can’t wait to sleep for a long time.

But he can't.

With his eyes wide open, Linghu Kuang looked at the scene above the city. Countless corpses fell on the ground, missing their heads, broken legs, pierced intestines, and opened their mouths and eyes. Those who are still alive, their heads and faces are bloodstained, their eyes have long lost their brilliance, and the uncontrollable moans and pains are like crying ghosts, wandering endlessly in the city.

The blood and water accumulated layer after layer, and it froze into black-red thin ice. It seemed that even the blood in the cavity was frozen, stabbing human bones and hair pain.

It's five days. They have held on to the city for five days.

After Dong Yinggong led his troops to leave, the Huns surrounded Yangyi City. Twenty thousand enemy troops, three thousand defenders at the top of the city. From morning to night, siege, siege, siege, night, and then siege. The silhouettes of the black crows under the city are like inexhaustible, inexhaustible scourges, making people feel desperate.

Where are the reinforcements? Can they wait for reinforcements?

No one knows the answer.

A cold wind rushed into the throat cavity, Ling Hu Kuang coughed violently. The stab wound on his chest was like a fire, and he immediately jumped up. In pain, he bent down and wanted to curl himself into a ball. As if awakened by the sound of coughing, the city suddenly became chaotic, and the drums were beating again.

Linghu Kuang couldn't even care about the pain, he jumped up and hissed: "The enemy is attacking the city again! Boil the water! Boil a few more pots!"

The rolling logs were used up a long time ago, and he ordered the house to be demolished and replaced with girders. The hot water in the pot is the second only defensive weapon other than the boiled wood. As long as a pot is spilled, several people will scream and fall down the top of the city from the ladder. There are also bed crossbows, arrows and knives and guns in their hands. As long as there is one person, you can't give up this city!

However, this time, the terrifying rain of arrows did not come immediately. The drums under the city slowed down and the voice rang out: "The general is dead! If you don't open the city today, the day when the city is opened, it will be the time to kill Yangyi!"

"Kaicheng quickly! Kaicheng will not kill!"

The shouts were high and low, reverberating endlessly, like a thunderstorm. Above the city, the soldiers who boiled water slowed down, and the arms of those holding knives and guns began to tremble. Many more people stared directly at Linghu Kuang with their numb eyes, revealing a biting chill.

Kaesong! Kaesong! Kaesong!

All over the mountains and plains, they are all the same cries. Linghu Kuang only felt a hum in his ears and staggered, holding on to the city wall beside him.

"General!" Soldiers rushed up.

"Quick! Quickly lead people to guard the city gate! Open the city! Make a decision!" Linghu Kuang roared.

"General, you can't hold it anymore!" The soldier did not obey, but grabbed his arm tightly.

Yeah, they can't hold it anymore. The people stranded here are the rats who are greedy for life and fear of death, cowards who have escaped from the battlefield. He can fight for ten days, fight for several months, and even fight for his own net worth and death. But those people, will they? Under the threat of the massacre, would they be willing to coexist and die with this city?

"The gate of the city is coming! The West City is open!" A scream of ecstasy pierced the sky.

With a puff, Linghu Kuang spit out the blood on his chest. Five days! Just five days!

"General! Go from the south gate! Hurry!" The soldier, regardless of Linghu's condition, carried him on his body and ran down the city.

Amidst the confusion, Linghu Kuang only felt that he was being carried on his horse. The city gate creaked open, against the setting sun and against the crowd, they rushed out of the city.

"General, where are you going?"

A hurried voice sounded.

The biting cold wind dissipated the blood in the mouth and the mist in the eyes. The enemy is on the side, Jinyang, they can't go back. Where else can they go?

A face came to mind. A memorable and convincing face. Linghu Kuang grasped the rein tightly.

"Go to the party! Go to the party!"

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Yangyi is broken! Liu Yuan called out the suffocation in his chest, and it was only five days before the city was broken, which was much faster than he expected. The deterrence effect brought by the Jingling massacre was far beyond expectations.

Nowadays, the people of Han are very thin, and the people still need to cultivate the fields. Liu Yuan has studied the history since he was a child, knowing the notoriety of massacre and killing, he didn't want to do so. But the suggestions of the courtiers finally moved him. There are many Jin troops in the Jingling City, and the city is small, and there are not many people. Breaking the city and surrendering is more for shock. If there were no Duan Clan Xianbei's big break through Yecheng, how could Jin be frightened? Whether it was Henkel or Wei Wu, they also slaughtered the city to demonstrate. Now they are entangled with the state of the war. With such a brutal technique, it is just a scoop of cooked oil on the dry wood.

As a result, a massacre resulted in Sima Teng fleeing overnight, in exchange for Kaicheng surrender in Qixian and Yangyi. The most worried about these honest and decent gentry is their own lives. As long as you use both the beating and the cutting, and the gentleness, those high-minded and wealthy people will bow and bow for their own use!

Now that Yangyi is broken, it is only a matter of time to conquer Jinyang!

But now, what he wants is not Jinyang.

Sweeping his eyes to the generals under the seat. The two people standing in the front came into view.

The leader is seven feet long and looks like a falcon. He is his fourth son, Liu Cong. Liu Cong has been brilliant since he was a child, well versed in classics and history, and able to write well. It can also open a three-stone hard bow, brave and agile, and is the best for a while. What's more rare is that this son is loyal and commendable, able to break away from the King of Hejian for himself and switch to the King of Chengdu. It was also that he followed him all the way back from Yecheng to Bingzhou. If Liu Yuan is allowed to choose, I am afraid that among all the scholars, only this one will be the most shameful.

Next to Liu Cong is another person. He is taller, with piercing eyes and a sturdy back. It is his adopted son Liu Yao. Since he was a child, he was bold enough to be both civil and military. He is more capable of shooting, and has the skill of warfare. Compared with Le Yi and Cao Shen, he is also an outstanding person for a time.

Both of them are Liu's most exciting characters, and they are excellent candidates for this attack!

"King Luli!" Liu Yuan said.

Liu Cong stepped forward and bowed his hands to salute: "The son is here!"

"Lonely, you rode twenty thousand, join the party and conquer the city!"

Liu Cong's eyes were like electricity, and he said loudly: "The sons and ministers take the order!"

"General Jianwei!" Liu Yuan ordered one more person.

Liu Yao stepped forward: "My son is here!"

"Lonely, you lightly ride five thousand, go straight to Gaodu! Conquer Liang's Mansion!"

This was not only a siege, but also an attack on the farms of the new Shangdang prefect, making him uneasy. The significance is equally extraordinary. Liu Yao clasped his fists: "The sons and ministers will set foot on Gaodu and pave the way for the front army!"

Twenty-five thousand people were divided and attacked, enough to knock down any city, let alone the Shangdang where countless refugees poured in. Seeing the menacing and high-spirited postures of the two men, Liu Yuan's worries disappeared from his chest. How could the Buddha who deceived the world and his name be against Liu's true dragon heirs!

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"Fujun...! He is incompetent at the end and lost Yangyi!" Linghu Kuang's knees softened and he knelt down on the lobby of Lucheng. Days of fierce battle, and Mercedes-Benz came to report the letter day and night, draining the last of his strength. When he saw the familiar face, he couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground.

Since Xianbei left, he has never won a battle. Lien Chan lost streak, and now even Yangyi has failed to defend. What kind of face is there, seeing this benefactor who saved himself and gave him a new life? However, he came anyway, just because he lost Yangyi and the party was in danger! Even if he died, he had to come personally to report the news.

"This campaign, it's not General Linghu." A clear voice rang in his ears.

Liang Feng stepped down from the main seat, came to Linghu Kuang's side, and supported the crumbling young general with both hands.

"I have received the letter. General Linghu fought hard for five days, but his subordinates opened the city gate privately. The only blame is that he met inhumans!" Liang Feng's tone was unusually firm.

Yang Yi was lost, and it was almost unexpected. But in the final analysis, it is not the fault of the person in front of you. Sima Teng escaped too simply, breaking the bottom line of the Jin army left behind. Being able to report the news all the way after the city is broken is already the limit that Linghu Kuang can achieve.

It is far from enough to deal with the Xiongnu and Han Kingdom, the army composed of those gentry.

Firmly supported by those slender and white hands, he saw firm trust in those black and bright star pupils, Ling Hu Kuang's nose was sour, and he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes. He is not afraid of dying, not afraid of being martyred, but he is afraid of dying unknown and notorious. He is the heir of the Linghu family and a general elected by the Kingdom. He should be killed in battle instead of fleeing the dangerous place alone.

But the person in front of him did not doubt him. He didn't ask him for crimes and treated him with contempt. Instead, he personally supported him and gave him the honor he deserved. This "not strange" sound was enough to make him feel bad!

Looking at the speechless man who was choked with tears in front of him, Liang Feng sighed softly: "When there is a fierce battle, General Linghu will be invited to the hospital for treatment. The widow of the Shangdang party needs a good man like Yuanjun!"

After being called out, Linghu Kuang wiped away the blood stains and tears on his face, and replied in a choked voice, "I will not be talented at the end, I would like to live and die with the Shangdang!"

"It won't die." Liang Feng sighed and helped Linghu Kuang, "Shangdang prepared for a year, although it has not done everything, but it is not afraid of Hulu. If the enemy comes, he will have his own arrows, swords and guns!"

Ready for war? The Shangdang has been preparing for a year? Yes, since Liang Zixi took over, Shangdang has long since changed its appearance. But he did not expect that when the state was in turmoil, the opponent could calm down and prepare for the challenge. However, when looking at the firmness of the man above Yurong, a sense of faith also rose from his chest. It seems that as long as there is that person in the party, there will be nothing to lose!

Seeing that Linghu Kuang's mood stabilized, Liang Feng immediately recruited his servants and sent him to heal his injuries. The person left, but the **** mud on his hands did not dissipate. Pinching the dirt tightly in his palm, Liang Feng said loudly: "The Huns are here to commit an offence, and you should resist it!"

What are you afraid of? But since it's here, it's useless to be afraid. Fight then! Fighting him turned upside down, so that the thief chief never dared to set foot in his upper party again!

Below the stage, Wu Qiqi stood up: "I wish the lord/prince to drive out the Hu prisoners and protect me from the party!"

On that day, a horse and carts of supplies, like birds leaving their nests, headed towards the Shangdang counties.