: 300. The city breaks

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300. Broken city
Yucheng
The Mojia Army outside the city of Yucheng and the Xiling army stationed in Yucheng City performed a stylized general confrontation every day. The leaders of the Mohist Army are a group of young people under the age of 30. No matter how hard they try, it will be difficult to cause any impact on Longyang’s defense. However, in such an uninterrupted attack every day, Longyang gradually noticed the taste of a conspiracy. However, he could not understand what the Mohist army wanted to do.
"The old general, the Mo Jiajun called out outside the city." Lei Tengfeng stepped forward and looked at the Longyang Shen channel that was sitting behind the book case. Although these days and the Mo Jiajun did not distinguish between the winners and losers, but Lei Tengfeng is still satisfied with the current situation. He is not a radical person, and he is not asking himself to defeat the Dingfu and Mohist army. As long as he can drag the father and the reinforcements from all over the country, he will have won.
Longyang wrinkled his eyebrows and said: "Let's ignore them for the time being!"
Lei Tengfeng frowned: "I am afraid not, this time seems to be different from before."
Longyang stood up and said: "I will go see."
Going up to the next look at the tower, it was not the same as the previous days. Although he still did not see the main players such as Mo Xiu, but the momentum and lineup of the Mohist army was unprecedentedly stronger than the previous days. Standing in front of the array is still the cloud. These days, the youngsters of this group are considered to be hit hard. No matter how hard they think about the formation of the troops, the attack and the attack, Longyang can easily describe the ease. If it is not the serious time of the confrontation between the two armies, they almost all think that Longyang is playing with them.
The young people who were hit were smashed, and these young people gradually converge on the arrogance of the past. Every time I played against it, I began to become cautious. I didn’t want to be able to break through the city, but it was enough to be able to drag the line of Longyang to occasionally create some trouble for him. The calming teenagers also understood that Wang Ye and Wang Hao could not really let the veterans go to play and hand over the entire Mohist army to them. Such an arrangement must be something that Wang Ye and Wang Hao have in the dark. Wang Ye did not expect them to be able to attack Yucheng, so they should also cooperate with Wang Ye and Wang Hao’s plan.
Sure enough, a few days later, they really received the order of the prince again, and they also understood what the predecessors of the military could do.
"Longyang! What has been the practice of shrinking in the city? There is a skill to come out with the general!" Yunxiao screamed.
The young man who looked down at the city under the height of Longyang smiled and said: "Young people, you have the ability to come and talk to the old man. The old man is waiting for you."
Yunxiao sneered: "On the top, you are a general who is afraid that you will not be? Haha... General Long, do you want to know how your general Zhu Da is?"
Longyang’s heart squinted and stared at the bottom of the road:
What do you want to say?

Yunxiao smiled and said: "Zhu Xi has already died, and there are more than a hundred thousand Jingjing hidden in the mountains. It has been wiped out by the whole army. You think that you will not be out in the city every day, can we have no way to be a prince?" Or do you really think that the Mohist army is no one, let's just play here with you, and wait for Wang to clean up Zhu Xi and Jing Jing, and naturally will come back to meet you as a general."
Zhu Xi is dead? !
It is said that the shock is not only the Longyang and the Lei Teng wind around him, but also the Xiling army keeper who guards the city. Although the prestige of the three famous generals of Xiling has been suppressed by Zhennan Wang for more than 20 years, he is still known as a soldier. Less than a few days after the Yucheng was surrounded, more than a hundred thousand Jingjing were completely smashed, and even General Jingtian was killed, which made the soldiers of Xiling not shocked.
In the end, it was a veteran who had been through the battlefield. Longyang suppressed the horror in his heart and sneered aloud: "It’s a slap in the face, but you come up to let the old man swear."
Yunxiao is not as mad at Longyang as he was in the past few days. He smiled and waved his hand. Behind the camp of the Mohist army, the drums of the Mohist army rushed to the sky, and the soldiers of the Mohist army, where the flag fluttered, also followed the moving position and apparently prepared to attack the city. Longyang only took a glance and understood why Lei Tengfeng said why today and the previous days are different. Such a powerful battle is definitely not something that the teenagers can put in front of them. This also shows that the Mohist army has no patience to confront them. In the same way, Longyang knew in his heart that the words of the Mohist army teenager were not afraid of words. The hidden hundreds of thousands of soldiers and Zhu Xi are gone.
Some helpless sighed, Longyang ordered to stay in the city.
"Old general, is General Zhu Lao..." Lei Tengfeng asked worriedly. Longyang faintly said: "There are more fierce."
"Then we..." asked Lei Tengfeng.
Longyang looked at him and shook his head. "We can't go out to the city again. Stick to it and wait for help."
"Yes." Lei Tengfeng said silently.
Under the city tower, Yunling looked at the Xiling soldiers who were obsessed with the city gate and refused to come out to fight. Chen Yun helplessly pulled him and said: "Sure enough, the prince did not expect that the other party would not come out to meet us." Yun said with anger: "I don't believe it, he can shrink in the city for a lifetime! Killing the gods, the tortoise turtle is almost the same!
Chen Yun said with a smile:
He doesn’t have to shrink in the city for a lifetime, as long as he can keep it for a month or two, and wait until the reinforcements of Xiling arrive, the trouble is us.

Yunxiao is impatient: "The general is still not convinced, there is no way to let him out of the city! Give me a fight!"
There is a moat in front of Yucheng. The river is quite wide and you want to cross the river unless the other party puts down the suspension bridge or they want to find their own way. In the past few days, a few young teenagers have not completely wasted their time on the other side. The craftsmen who have already ordered the Mohist army have created more than a dozen long ladders. Take a ride on the river and spread the planks to cross the river.
Chen Yun looked at the soldiers who took the enemy's arrow rain in front and set up the bridge. Many of them had already died in the arrows and could not help but secretly bite their teeth. A city like Yucheng, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, does not want to break through without paying a certain amount of casualties. Simply, even if you are braving the arrow, you will finally get the bridge. The archery of the soldiers of the Mohist army is not placed. Even from the bottom up, many Xiling soldiers have fallen to the city.
Most of the Mojia army crossed the moat, and some people climbed down the ladder to the towering wall. Someone put arrows from the bottom to the top of the city, and the water in the moat behind him gradually became a faint blush.
Behind the Mohist army, Mo Xiuzhen took a group of people on the battlefield. They did not participate in the war, but stood in the distance and watched quietly. For a long time, I heard that Ms. Moss laughed and said: "There are a few clouds that look good." Even if they lose more and more, they can still support it, and even let the Mohist army do not swear. It’s pretty good for these young teenagers who haven’t really been on the battlefield.
Around him, Zhuo Jing smiled and said: "Isn't Wang You and Wang Hao also very reassured to them?"
Ink repaired his head and looked up at the distant city, Shen Sheng: "Prepare, attack the city!"
"Yes!"
In the clear sky, a cloud of darkness, a low-pitched voice rang out, and soon a beautiful fireworks burst in the air.
Some of the Xiling soldiers in the defending city were shocked to find that some ropes hanging in the air appeared in several directions outside the city. Then the black figure flew down the rope like a city. Longyang is naturally enough to have such a situation, his eyes are slightly condensed, and he sighs: "Give me a shot!" Countless feather arrows go to those who slide on the ropes. But faster, there was also a black man in the city, and the soldiers who were holding the city unrelentingly shot the bows in their hands.
"What happened?! How did these people appear?" The black figure in the city wearing the ink of the Mohist army constantly emerged. These people are different from the general Mohist army. They are obviously more powerful and strong than the soldiers of the Mohist Army. There are a few groups of dozens of people. The Xiling garrison wherever they went is a heavy loss. At the same time, we must also take into account the Mojia army, which is trying to attack the city outside the city, and let the Xiling defenders mess with their hands.
On the head of the city, Longyang and Lei Teng’s face were blue and green,
Old General...

Longyang gnawed his teeth: "Take all the big Chu in the city and the people in the northwest to the city tower!"
"Old general!" Lei Tengfeng heard a change in his face, of course he knows what Longyang wants to do. In fact, there is not a small number of people fighting in the two countries. But Lei Tengfeng is very skeptical about how much it can do. Biting his teeth, Lei Tengfeng turned and went. Although there are many Mojiajun in the city who do not know where to come from, there are hundreds of thousands of Xiling garrisons in Yucheng. These small amounts of the Mohist army are hard to influence the whole situation. Less than half an hour, the Xiling soldiers will catch the city's head in the Dachu people in Yucheng.
Yucheng is the second largest city in Xiling, and the prosperous city does not lose the Xiling Imperial City. There are not a few people living in the country. Among them, there are many people in Dachu, and there are also a large number of people in the northwest. These people were arrested on the city gate and blocked in the battlements of the city. The following Mo Jiajun must first cross them when they want to come up. If they want to shoot, they must first shoot them. These people are mostly ordinary people, and suddenly experiencing war is enough to make them feel scared. Nowadays, they have been caught in the city to block the bows and arrows of the Mohist army. Many people are scared and crying.
"Longyang! You are a shameless old man!" Seeing this situation, Yunxiao finally couldn't help but scream again. Chen Yun and others next to him are also very uncomfortable. Not to mention that these people are Dachu and the people in the northwest. Even if they are the people of Xiling, it is not shameful to take the ordinary people to block the arrows.
"What should we do now?"
"Where do I know what to do? Go to the sorrowful prince!" Chen Yundao, after all, they are still not iron-hearted. On the battlefield, the two military officers and men will die and live. This is their duty. But to shoot these ordinary people who have no resistance, they still have a hard time making such a decision.
In fact, without their obituary, the ink repairs that have been in the back of the Mohist Army have naturally seen such a situation. Zhuo Jing standing next to him frowned: "Wang, what should I do?" They did not think that Longyang would come to this move. However, when Longyang was young, he had the title of killing the gods in the Western Regions. The ordinary people who killed in the Western Regions were not in the minority. It is reasonable to have such behavior outside of expectations.
Ink repaired the station and got up, staring at the distant city head: "He wants to drag us first and clear the unicorn in the city." The defense work of the city is excellent, they spent so many days to get into There are also fewer than a thousand people in the Mohist Army in Yucheng. If there are hundreds of thousands of Xiling garrisons, there is no chance of winning. If Longyang does not want to be enemies, he must first clear the enemy forces entering the city and find out how they entered the city. And these all take time.
"Looking at the past."
Because of the people on the head of the city, the offensive of the Mohist army attacked the city temporarily stopped. But the soldiers on both sides did not relax their vigilance. In the black camp of the Mohist army, a sudden separation of a road, a white-haired man walked out of the army, followed by several guards and generals. Ink repaired his hand and glanced at the people in the city who were pushed out to block the outside. Shen Sheng said: "Xiling Fengtian General, long-awaited name."
Longyang appeared on the head of the city, looking at the white man with white hair in the distance, nodded and said: "Ding Wang Mo Xiu? Fortunately."
When the words came out, the people who choked and wept on the head of the city were all a glimpse. Look at the white man under the city. Some people are even more excited and cry out for help. "The king is coming! The king is coming... the king is saving us..." One person shouted, and soon more people followed and cried. There was a cry of crying on the head of the city.
"What do you want General Fengtian?" asked Mo Xiu. His voice is not big, not even the slightest anger, but the strangeness spread throughout the battlefield in the cry of the sky. Longyang glanced at him deeply and said: "As a general, I am ashamed to use such a method. But... please ask the prince to resign 30 miles."
Ink repair asked: "How does the king refuse to agree?"
Longyang smiled lightly, and the head of a man who was closest to him was cut down on the spot and fell off the city. The blood rushed out immediately, and the people next to it were screaming again.
After a moment of silence, Mo Xiuqiu looked up and said: "Once the city is broken. The king wants you to smash the corpse." Longyang didn't care. "If the city breaks, the old man will live." Since it is all dead, how is it different from death? What is the answer of Wang Ye?" Mo Xiu raised his eyebrows and smiled. Shen Shen said: "The answer of this king is..."
"Hey!" Ink repaired his body and took the bow and arrow from the soldier nearby. Open the bow and put the arrow on the arrow, and complete a set of actions almost in an instant. Everyone looked at the feather arrow with a silvery light and cut through the sky, not into the chest of a young man on the city. Ink repaired the bow and arrow back, Shen Sheng: "Siege!"
When the order comes out, the killing sounds again. The first thing that comes to the fore is the innocent people on the city. In the mixture of killing and crying, Mo Xiuqi turned indifferently, leaving only a cold and snowy back and a low, cold voice. "Longyang, the king wants you to be buried with the people of the city!"
The fierce siege warfare did not stop and continued. This time both sides understood that it was no longer a small fight in the past few days. Unless it is a victory for one party, it will not stop. Perhaps it was because of the stimulation of hundreds of innocent people in the city, the soldiers of the Mohist army attacked more bravely. After a few hours, the defense of Yucheng finally gradually lost.
In the city, Longyang looked bleak and sat in an empty room. He knew that Zhu Xi was already dead. It will not be long before the city will be broken. When he was old, he could fight the battlefield again, perhaps his luck. However, such an inexplicable defeat has made him difficult to face. He was the most wrong thing. He heard it clearly when he left. The people in the city are buried... Ink repairs want to kill the city! For ink repair, there is no doubt in Longyang. When he was young, he did not do anything about the massacre. Otherwise, there would be no title for killing the gods in the Western Regions. Even if he was young, he might not think that Murray’s want to kill the city is a big deal. But now...after all, it’s old. There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city of Yucheng, if you really let the ink repair the city...
"General!" The soldiers outside the door came to sue in a hurry.
Longyang opened his eyes and said indifferently: "What happened?"
The soldier said: "The East Side must be unable to keep it, and the generals should retreat as soon as possible."

Retreat?
Longyang frowned and asked:
Who said to retreat?
Perhaps Longyang’s tone was too strong, and the soldier cautiously slammed:
It’s Wang Nanzi of Zhennan, Wang Shizi of Zhennan said that the city is not defensive. If you live, you have to withdraw to the rear of the city to stop the pace of the Mohist army."
Longyang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The city of Lianyu can't stop the Mojia army. The wall that can't be beaten like Yucheng can stop the Mohist army? Stupid! The whole army stays and fights with the Mojiajun in the city. Perhaps it is also possible to win half of the Mohist army. "A lot of street fighting is to take people to fill, and there is not much relationship with any tactical strategy. Moreover, they can take the initiative in the city. The difference between the Mohist army and the Xiling army is not too great. At least Longyang is confident that two Xiling soldiers can definitely deal with a Mohist army. In this way, at least half of the Mohist army's terracotta warriors can be eliminated in Yucheng, and the latter defenders can possibly drag the footsteps of the Mohist army.
The soldier looked at Longyang Road with some hesitation: "But... Zhennan Wang Shizi has been preparing to retreat with his troops."
"What?!" Longyang suddenly stood up, and the soldiers quickly said: "Zhennan Wang Shizi said that it would be too late to let the Mojia army attack the city. It has already led the remaining tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to be withdrawn from the West Gate. It is."
Longyang quickly walked outside the door and said: "Idiot! In front of the small town, there are tens of thousands of troops in the Mohist army, where he wants to withdraw!"
When Longyang rushed to Xicheng, he could only see the horseshoes and smoke from the Xiling army. The Lei Tengfeng is carrying the most elite and most complete army of more than 100,000 troops of the Xiling army. These people have withdrawn from the army. The original defensive defensive suddenly opened several large mouths, and the Mojia army flooded into the tide. In the city. Under the Xicheng Gate, Longyang closed his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "Zhu Wei... We are all finished..."
Although Lei Tengfeng took most of the people, the Xiling soldiers are not furnishings. When the Mohist army really won the entire city, it was already the next day at noon. One day and one night of strangling, even the soldiers of the Mohist army, who are known for their brave and good warfare, are not too tired. One by one, the eyes were red and full of exhaustion, and when the Xiling defenders who rebelled in the city were finally completely eliminated, the soldiers also burst into cheers. There are many people who are sitting directly on the street and sleeping under the roof.
At noon, the sun was shining, and Mo Xiu’s talents stepped into the city. Looking at the corpses of the two soldiers who were on the street, they had not had time to clean up. Many soldiers on both sides of the street sat down and fell asleep. Ink repaired his hand and prevented the people around him from wanting a loud voice. While walking over a body, I whispered, "Where is Longyang?"
Zhuo Jing whispered: "Longyang is in an empty house in the west of the city. Someone has been there. Another... Longyang has run away many people in the city." Perhaps because of Mo Xiuzhen If the people of the city are to be buried, yesterday, when they enter the night, Longyang will open the gates of the West City and release many people from the city. The Moji army was strict and disciplined. Although Mo Xiuyu said that, but did not officially order the massacre, the soldiers in the war would not be attacked by ordinary people as long as they were not obstructed by ordinary people. About half of the people fled last night.
Inklessly shook his head in disapproval: "Go and see Longyang. How is Wang Hao?"
Zhuo Jingdao: "Leteng wind took people away last night and played with General Zhang in the west. About two or three thousand people with the remnants rushed over. Wang Hao ordered the suspension of the whole army to rectify in the city for two days. About a little later, Wang Hao should be back." Wen Yan, the ink-stained eyes of Mo Xiu sneaked a glimmer of warmth, faintly said: "The people will clean the battlefield and let the soldiers below take a rest. Let's bring Longyang. ""
"Yes, Wang Ye."
Zhuo Jing took the lead and Mo Xiuzhuo turned to the Taishou Mansion in Yucheng. The Taishou House has already been taken care of, and the war in the city has not affected the bureaucrat too much. The civil servants who have not escaped from the city have been locked up by the Mohist army. As soon as I saw the ink repairs coming in, these Xiling officials had different looks, and there were also those who prayed and who were unyielding and unyielding. Those who feared also had hatred. At this time, Mo Xiu had no psychological support for them, and he waved his hand and let him take it. Sitting down and resting for a while, the outside guards came in and told me, "Wang Ye, Longyang brought it."
Ink repaired his eyes and his eyes were chilly. "Let him come in."
After a while, Longyang strolled in and walked in. Zhuo Jing was behind him, but he did not kill him. Longyang is still a white rags, and looks much older and tired than in the past few days. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary old man in the mountains. He can't see the sultry appearance of the innocent people on the city tower.
Ink repaired him calmly, faintly said: "Feng Tianda General, fortunately."