Spring and Autumn I Am King

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In the fifteenth year of the Marquis of Jin, at the end of the fifth month of the summer season, at dusk, the sun was in Liusu.

The young and promising Zhiyao stood on the chariot, his face was angular and his eyes were sharp, giving him an aggressive aura. He was squinting at the moment watching the deployment of the small town "Taigu", his fingers constantly rubbing the smooth jade hilt.

This war has been fought for a year and two months. Compared with Zhao Wushi's rapid progress in the east of Taihang and Qilu, the Jin army - in fact, the coalition army composed of Zhi, Wei and Fan, and the remnants of the Bank of China, has progressed slowly. It is an important reason that there are so many forces that it is difficult to coordinate, especially the Wei clan. They and the Zhi clan are temporary cooperation, not a subordinate relationship.

Therefore, it took his grandfather Zhibo a whole year to finally clear out the strongholds of the Zhao family and the Han family in the west of Taihang. Under the attack of Zhiyao and Shi Kun, two good soldiers, the weak Han soldiers were like chickens and tiles. Crashing like a dog. Pingyang was breached, Louxian Dou Nian surrendered, then Tongjiao, Shangdang, and one city after another returned to the rule of the Marquis of Jin.

Now only Jinyang and the eldest son are left with two thorns, one north and one south. As long as they are removed, the Zhi family can breathe a little. They don't know about the battle by the Wenshui River, they only know that Zhao Wuxi was killed. Qi people attracted attention, this time to the east, I am afraid that it will take half a year to turn back.

After the fall of Han's Shangdang, Zhiyao and Shimao brought their army into the clouds.

However, at the end of a painted road 30 miles away from the road, the chasing soldiers were blocked. This is a small town called "Taigu". The original population may be less than 100 households. According to the news, the Han people here have fled, and this place should have become an empty city.

Unexpectedly, when the striker arrived, he found that the flags on the city head were flying and the drums were deafening. After the striker tried to attack a few times, the city counterattacked very fiercely. This was the second day, and they still failed to break into the city.

"How many defenders are there?" Zhiyao asked with a frown upon arrival.

"I don't know the details, it should be less than a thousand..."

Zhiyao was so angry that, as far as he could see, Taigu was a small city with a circumference of no more than half a li, and the walls were two zhang high, and the parapet wall was at most three zhang. Many places are very thin, and no matter how thick the planks and soil bases are, they cannot hide their fragility. Knowing Yao has been in charge of soldiers for many years, I know that it is very easy to defend Rong Di who is wandering in the mountains in this small town, but facing the attack of a large army, it seems a little unattractive. Is there a reason why 3,000 strikers have fought for a day and have not broken through?

"Gentleman, do you want to continue sieging the city?" Behind him is Yu Rang, a warrior who Zhiyao won in the first battle to destroy Qiuyou. He is tall and dressed in strong suits. No matter which siege, he is the first to go.

Zhiyao thoughtfully raised his head to look at the sky, the sun had long since hid in the thick clouds, and the layers of dark clouds pressed down on the small town like stones, as if it could be destroyed at any time.

He glanced at the town again with deep contempt, "Go ahead, take this town before sunset!"

Yu Rang got the order, turned his head, and shouted loudly, "Bang the drum!"

The flag flew, and the siege troops began to move forward...

...

"Another group of enemy troops have arrived at the city."

On the top of the city, seeing the increasing number of enemy camps outside the city, Wu Jing's heart tightened.

He was thirty years old and had been with the general for eight years. Except for Mu Xia, Yu Xi, and a few others, no one dared to say that he was older than him.

However, his experience was very tortuous. Bearing the title of betrayal, he led a military **** to fight in Jinlu and fought **** battles in all directions. He passed by the hook of Si Ming countless times, and sat on the position of the division commander with a lot of military merit. This also made his young face more impatient and sad, much older than his actual age, and liked to think about some long-term and profound things.

Han's Shangdang loss was too sudden, and the large enemy army blocked their way to retreat to the eldest son. Han Hu and Le Fuli could only evacuate to Zunguan with thousands of remnants, but Zhiyao's army kept chasing after them. Can buy time for Han Hu.

Although Han Hu's words before parting were still lingering in his ears: "Master, you don't have to force it!" But Wu Jing bowed his head and smiled bitterly. They are on the road that the enemy must pass, and even if they succeed in breaking through, they cannot run away. And if they can't resist the enemy's pace, what if Han's people are too slow and are caught up?

He can still see the general situation clearly. When he was in the party, Han's retainers were already angry with Zhao's, and he repeatedly dragged him to ask why General Zhao did not come to save Han, but went abroad to fight the Qi people?

Wu Jing couldn't explain to them, Jinyang was restrained by the generation, Handan was restrained by Chen's and Bank of China, Hanoi's old officials of the Fan's were eager to move, and the Zhao's simply couldn't draw troops to support the Western Front. They settled on their bottom line: Jinyang and the east of Taihang can not be lost. This strategy is to exchange space for time.

The Han family happened to be the victim of sacrifice, and this war did more harm than good to them. Judging from the current situation, if Han Hu is captured or dies, the alliance between Han and Zhao will come to an end. If even Zunguan were to fall in a hurry, the Zhao family would be in danger. He didn't know how the general was playing in the east. Anyway, in the west of Taihang, the situation was not good, very bad.

In a word, there is no other way to hold the enemy army, the longer the better, I hope it can be delayed until the general returns, and it is also an explanation for the Han family... This is not Wu Jing's responsibility, but was He took it on.

It's just that some of my soldiers are sorry...

Seeing the arrival of new enemy troops, he glanced at the soldiers on the tower to see if they were shaken. Most of them were subordinates brought by Wu Jing, and a small number were Han's apprentices. At first, there were 800. After resisting the enemy's attack for a day yesterday, only 700 remained.

"The enemy army is attacking the city again!" At this moment, someone shouted, and the soldiers of Zhao Han on the city wall swarmed to the edge of the city wall almost at the same time as they heard the warning, and Wu Jing couldn't help but collapse. Take a breath.

However, on the north, east, and west sides of the city wall, the dark enemy troops scattered and rushed towards the small city, as if there were as many as ten thousand people. The colorful battle flags fluttered in the wind, the dazzling contradictory swords and halberds were dazzling, a group of soldiers marched in neat steps, and a long line of chariots lined up in a long queue. Under the command of the military officials, the soldiers carried ladders. Carrying a long bow and stepping on uneven steps, he walked towards them.

The thin wall seemed to tremble when so many people approached, accompanied by a low and long rumbling sound, which was the battle drum of the enemy. The low and rhythmic voice made the already cloudy world become dignified, and a murderous aura made the recruits who had not experienced many battlefields shuddered, and some even had difficulty breathing.

On the city wall, the soldiers tried hard to suppress the fear in their chests. They were at a loss. Everyone involuntarily stretched out their tongues and licked their lips to soothe their emotions. The seven hundred heartbeats were beating nervously with the advance of the enemy. .

"I really don't know how long we can hold on..."

After a short period of confusion and vulnerability~www.wuxiahere.com~ Wu Jing raised his head and looked at the banner on the city. The banner was about 20 feet high, not a towering cloud, but it was the spiritual pillar that he persisted until now. . The flag on the white background is embroidered with the pattern of the flaming sun black bird.

Just looking at this flag, Wu Jing felt that his heart was full of arrogance, and his whole body was full of endless power. He is a minister of the Zhao family. Today's battle is not for the Han family, but for the gentleman's sake. The grace of knowing.

He couldn't help thinking of the sword that was placed on his shoulder seven years ago. From that night, his life belonged to the gentleman of the Zhao family. The punishment and forgiveness he received that night seemed to have given him infinite strength, which moved him unceasingly. He fought for the general and died without regret!

He first stood up, raised his arms and shouted long live the Zhao family, then drew his long sword and pointed at the enemy who was pressing down like a mountain down the city.

For some reason, Wu Jing, who had always been calm, shouted out the words that his nemesis Tian Ben liked to shout when he was in war.

"Wu Jing, die here!"

(To be continued.)