Spring and Autumn I Am King

It was already midnight when Zhao Wuxi rode into the city on horseback. The fighting in the city basically subsided, and Zhao soldiers occupied every corner of the outer country. @乐@文@novelww.ls520.om

A few days ago, Fan Jishe fled into the city with more than 1,000 remnants to resist, and there were many people of the Fan family who had escaped from Hanoi. The Bai Di people suddenly went anyway.

Earlier, Zhao Wuxi beheaded the Bai Di warrior Xiao Wang Taojia in the formation, and Xiao Wang's troops were almost killed, but Xi's troops escaped into the city under the leadership of Xi Chengxuan.

Bai Di people have always worshiped the strong, but they became obedient people after being conquered by Wu of the Bank of China. It is for this reason that they are now afraid of Zhao Wuxi and dare not fight again.

Seeing that Fan Ji was trapped and defended the city without help, there were too many soldiers and wounded, so he could only recruit Ding Zhuang, a commoner, to go to the city for assistance. Since it was expected that the Fan clan would be defeated, and his master, the Zhong Xing clan, would not be able to protect himself, with the temperament of the Bai Di people, he would naturally start to attack his master and look for another backing.

In addition to the example of Zhai Fengtu, the little commander of the analysis department, Xi Chengxun, has a different mind. That night, Xi Chengxun and the remaining hundreds of people in the department suddenly launched a rebellion and seized the city gate to welcome Zhao.

At this moment, these Bai Di people who have made "great achievements" knelt on the edge of the city gate and did not dare to look up to see Zhao Bing who entered the city with his head held high.

"The villain has seen the general!"

These Di people were extremely ferocious in battle, but after being beaten down, they were very servile and kneeled.

Zhao Wuxi was not polite, stepped on his back and got off the horse, looking at the broken limbs near the city gate and the blood all over the ground, knowing that there had been a **** battle here, and he was originally stationed next to it. The Bai Di people who assisted in defending the city suddenly launched an attack on Fan's guards.

"Get up, the Zhao family remembers your credit. I will not treat the Bai Di people as defeated. You can serve as subordinates to help our army screen out the prisoners. Control the city."

"Wei!" Analyse Cheng Xun agreed, and then explained the situation in the city, how many Fan soldiers surrendered, how many people were in the city, and whether the treasury was safe...

At the end, he said flatteringly: "I heard that the general's mother's family is also from Baidi. After all, the general and us may still be blood relatives..."

Zhao Wuxi paid no attention to the behavior of Xiancheng scorpion climbing relatives. He just gave him a light glance, and he quickly closed his mouth in fright.

After Analyzing Cheng and Zhai Fengtu left, Xiang Lu came over and said, "Rong and Di have no confidence, once they are a little unhappy, they will turn back and do harm. If they can betray Fan and Bank of China today, they can betray Zhao tomorrow. Think twice, don't trust them."

"I don't trust them, just the current situation. I need the help of these Di people."

Zhao Wuxi pointed to the city and said, "In this decisive battle, the Zhao clan won a great victory over Erqing, but there are still thousands of prisoners to be detained, and tens of thousands of people in the city to manage. I entered the city this time. No one came to greet them, which shows that they are not convinced, and it is no wonder that they have been the people of the Fan family for more than a hundred years, and maybe they regard us as an invader. The casualties are not small, and I want to continue to attack Chaoge, Handan, and even the Yubai people. It is impossible to do without help."

"But it's not my race, its heart will be different. It must be guarded..."

The attitude of the people of Lu towards the Rong and Di is quite extreme. What is "not my race. Its heart must be different", and Confucian scholars headed by Confucius even claimed that "the barbarian and the barbarians have a ruler, and the barbarians have a ruler. also".

This kind of primitive nationalism is not a bad thing, but it has to be appropriate, Zhao Wuxi said: "Now Erqing is powerless to fight back, at least in the east of Taihang in Jin State, there is no one who can fight against Zhao clan, these Di people. Although it is easy to lose interest, it can be put to good use. Have you ever seen the Zhongshan Di dog, which is popular among the officials? Usually, it is fastened with chains and collars, and only when it sees its prey will they be let out to bite. The cunning rabbits are dead, and the lackeys can also be cooked, you and I care about it."

Seeing that Xiang Lu had to persuade him again, he waved his hand and said, "This is the case for now. Don't persuade me again. It's important to follow me to the inner city first. Don't forget, we still have a gentleman to take care of!"

However, when they entered the inner city and arrived under the high platform, they found that they were a step late, and the platform was already raging on fire... The flames sometimes circled, sometimes twisted, chased each other, and climbed to the top of the platform. , the air also seems to be liquefied by the high heat, shining in the night!

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Fan Jishe saw that the city gate was broken, and knew that the situation was over, so he no longer resisted, but sent people to find firewood and inflammables, which were piled up around the attic at the top of the high platform.

"My lord, what is this going to do!?" Gongsun Shi was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Yu is a military sergeant under the state of Jin, a minister of a great country, and the suzerain of the Fan clan. People can die, families can die, but I can't be humiliated! I must not compromise with the enemy and survive! I can't suffer Zhao Meng's humiliation!"

Fan Jishe said righteously: "I want to die to protect the dignity of the Fan family and the dignity of a gentleman!"

Death is also an attitude, a responsible attitude. Unfortunately, he became the king of the dead family in his mother's mouth. As the suzerain of the Fan family, he must take the responsibility of the suzerain. And death is a form of responsibility, the so-called apology with death is also.

"The minister is willing to die with the lord!" Gongsun Ji bowed to the head, willing to die for the monarch.

Fan Jishe refused, "I must die, but if you die too, Zilong, who will look after the remaining soldiers and people in this city?"

"What do you mean, my lord?"

"I'm so stubborn that I lost my teacher and lost my land, and I'm still alive. But what about the soldiers who have been scarred, and the tens of thousands of people who poured into the city? You have seen Zhao's father and son, and you can talk and survive, even if Put them under their tents, and don't let them hurt the people, I am the king of the dead family and the family, but the people are not the people who fill the ravines!"

Firewood is hard to find in the city, but there are a lot of good wood in the pavilions and pavilions. The guards draw swords and axes, and they can collect them soon.

Fan Jishe asked people to bring his own horses. All of them were fat and fat, and they were all good fresh horses. Jin was rarely able to find a beast that could match them. The guards led them to the middle of the high platform made of firewood, fed them some grain and beans, and then chopped them down in front of them, and put the horse down neatly. Blood flowed down the steps, like a **** sacrifice.

Next, they followed Fan Jishe's orders. Various treasures are placed on the platform: his saddle and reins, the riding whip given by his father when he came of age, his beloved sword "Dragon", and a huge lacquered wood longbow.

Fan Jishe wanted everything he had. Including himself, all burnt here!

He pushed aside the retainers who were blocking him, put on the royal robes that symbolized the power of the nobles, held the white jade, and climbed the high platform full of firewood, sat beside the body of his horse, and looked back under the crescent moon He smiled bitterly:

"When I was young, I looked up at Chaoge's Lutai Ruins, and I followed my father and asked about the story of King Zhou of Shang. I didn't expect that I would end up with him. Speaking of which, I should have been at Lutai Ruins. *Well, I didn't expect it to be this small common city, it's really down and out..."

Outer Guo had been occupied by Zhao soldiers, and the inner city could not be stopped. Seeing from a distance an army lit torches and rushed into the inner city, Fan Jishe's voice became hurried in vain, and he ordered: "Ignite!"

Seeing that Gongsun Yu was still hesitant, Fan Jishe finally burst into anger. "Do as I say! Quick!"

Finally, a guard took the torch. Insert into the pyre. The tallow sprinkled on the wood immediately caught fire, and tiny flames sprang from all over the pyre, eventually converging into a raging flame.

in the sky of fire. Fan Jishe seemed to see Zhao Wuxi, the murderer of his two sons, coming on a horse excitedly, as if a hunter was about to capture his dream prey.

But he couldn't succeed after all!

The flames burned to Fan Jishe's side and quickly surrounded him. His colorful clothes caught fire, and in an instant, the gentleman seemed to be wearing a flying orange silk clothes, with wisps of ash smoke coming out of his body.

He was in excruciating pain, dancing and laughing in the flames, while chanting a poem.

"Mayfly wings, pick clothes. My heart is worried. Rest to me!"

But soon, his long chants turned into screams. In the flame, human life is indeed fleeting as a floating. To Huangquan. Fan Jishe's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally fell like a dry log.

Fan's retainers and guards kept committing suicide around them, or crying and threw themselves into the flames for burial. Everyone smelled the smell of cooked human flesh, and the smoke became thicker. The rest of the people who didn't want to die coughed and retreated one after another. .

The burning didn't stop with Fan Jishe's death, it became more violent as more lives were expelled.

The orange flame blew up the hot wind, and blew the nearby flags with a crackling sound, the firewood burst with a hiss, and the glowing embers rose from the smoke screen and floated toward the boundless night, like thousands of newborns floating.

When Zhao Wuxi arrived, what he saw was such a shocking scene...

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When the flames finally went out and the ground cooled down a little, the sky was already white.

With the assistance of the Bai Di people, Zhao Bing has completely controlled the city, and Zhao Wuxi stood on the high platform, frowning at the ashes in front of him.

There were black charcoal and glowing embers, as well as the charred bones of people and horses. Fan Jishe's corpse was nowhere to be seen. He was completely reduced to scorched bones and dust, and even the gold leaf on his clothes was all there. It melted, leaving only a jade jade held by a gentleman lying quietly in the ashes~www.wuxiahere.com~ He glanced at Gongsun Ji, who was tied to the ground with his head down and his eyes were dark, and asked: " I heard that there were countless people who went to the death with Fan Bo, and thought that you, Zilong, also died in it, but you didn't want to but you are still alive."

Gongsun Ji raised his head and said, "I live in the world, I just want to convey the last words for the lord. He hopes that the middle army officer will spare the family members and soldiers of the Fan family in the city for the sake of being friends when he was young. Please do not. slaughter the people..."

Zhao Wuxi nodded: "When a person is about to die, his words are also good. His death is considered a tragic and solemn. I will promise it for my father.

After he finished speaking, he squatted down and picked up the jade, and blew away the fire ash.

"Fan Shi is dead..." Zhao Wuxi seemed to be a little regretful, but also seemed to be relieved, and announced the belated announcement.

"Fan's not dead yet!"

At the end of the speech, an old roar sounded behind him... (To be continued.)