Chapter 754: Death

A goose feather snow fell, signaling the coming of heavy snow.
The panic will spread. It will spread to the entire Huangyuan army in a short time. The big cadres quickly collapsed under the fierce attack of the player's army. They can't even hold on for a while to give the rear generals time to regroup.
It didn't take long before the outer army had collapsed, leaving only the crumbling Chinese army with more than 10,000 people holding on to the large number of fleeing soldiers.
At the center of the military account, most of the scene where the stars converge has been dispersed, leaving only the Huang family, father and son, Wang Ming and a few others.
Others led the army, either fled or died.
"It is Huang Yuan's responsibility for the imperial court to lose its army and let the thieves rampage all over the place."
Huang Yuan placed the carefully wiped sword in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, as if he was going to go deep into the moiré blade to see what was inside.
This sword was given to him by the Emperor Xian himself when he was sixteen years old and was still a capital in the rebellious battle against Qingzhou.
There was a vague sound of killing around, and Wang Ming waited silently, without urging.
Huang Degong's eyes were red, and tears flowed down: "Father, not here, not here, your majesty is kind and generous, surely not..."
Huang Yuan ignored him, took out the letter from his arms that the ink fragrance was still not exhausted, and handed it to Wang Ming: "General Wang, this is the enemy's tactics, advantages, and guessing ways to deal with my old and useless man. In front of His Majesty Chu and His Majesty."
"I will definitely not be entrusted by the great general Zhu Guo!" Wang Ming said in a deep voice.
The imperial court has lost its 200,000 army. This heinous crime must be borne by someone. Huang Yuan has no escape. It is better to die directly than to go to jail after returning to the capital.
Since ancient times, kings have always been more tolerant to those who died fighting for themselves, and the Huang family may still have the rank of marquis or viscount.
Wang Ming looked at the Huang family and his son, and said: "General, Major General, the enemy is approaching, I can wait for you for half an hour."
After speaking, he left the military account with the surrounding generals, leaving this space for the Huang family and his son.
"father……"
Huang Degong fell to his knees and looked at his father dimly, like a confused and vulnerable child.
If it were in normal times, his weak posture of showing such a shameful face would immediately attract Huang Yuan's stern rebuke.
Huang Yuan didn't scold him, brushed the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, and said softly: "Gong'er, after you go back, you will stay simple and try not to participate in the court struggle. In your generation, it is a great contribution to protect the family. Act with spirit as usual."
"Baby wakes up."
Huang Degong couldn't help answering, tears falling to the ground.
"If this group of anti-thief can occupy the land of the five states..." Huang Yuan's voice was lowered as if nothing, even softer than mosquitoes: "Come down, they will be degraded if they don't give land or a title. Some surrenders are the best."
Huang Degong nodded gravely, approving his father's judgment.
"So it's fine."
Huang Yuanchang sighed: "In my whole life, there is no regret except this defeat. You don't have to be sad."
He drew his sword and slashed it across his neck like flowing water, spraying hot and hot blood on Huang Degong's body.
He cried silently, his fingernails pierced into the palm of his hand, afraid to make any noise.
Father is dead, he is the patriarch of the Huang family, he has no other support, and must not let others see him as weak and deceiving.
After a while, Huang Degong, who was soaked in blood, wrapped a wooden box and a sword in white cloth, walked out with a dull expression and a hoarse voice: "There is General Lao."
Wang Ming's heart was equally bitter, and he sighed: "My nephew, the moment of mourning."
More than three thousand horses galloped out of the camp. The white horse was so fast that it quickly disappeared into the horizon.
Their departure caused the last Chinese army to completely collapse. The soldiers and generals fled in all directions, and the flags were scattered all over the ground.
Two hours later, Zhao Shi, accompanied by Qianqi, came here. Everywhere he looked, he saw densely packed prisoners of broken soldiers. They moved in an orderly manner under the guard of the army. The sword soldiers and flags captured on the battlefield were piled up into hills.
Ouyang Wu reported: "This battle defeated the enemy's 80,000 army, killed and captured twelve generals at the commander level and above, including Huang Yuan, captured countless numbers, and captured more than 70,000 people."
"After this battle, apart from the 50,000 state soldiers in Sanyang City, there is no longer a well-organized army of leading troops in Lingzhou. The number of leading troops in the neighboring Qingzhou and Hezhou states has also decreased significantly. It is the time of emptiness. ."
"The General Staff asked about the next stage of combat objectives."
People around looked at Zhao Shi.
"Order, the Blood Sea First Army and the Phoenix Second Army immediately go to Sanyang City, the Broken Mountain Third Army and the Mechanical Fourth Army sweep all the cities in Lingzhou, cooperate with the Ministry of the Interior to launch land reform and administrative reform, and eliminate all hostility inside and outside. power."
"Yes."
Zhao Shi personally led a thousand horses to guide, the First Army and the Second Army slew to Sanyang City, while Poshan and Jiang Hua's tribe dispersed in all directions, regaining large and small counties.
The tentacles of the Ministry of the Interior deepened as the army deepened, spreading outward with the three counties as the center, destroying the old urban and rural order, and establishing a brand-new and efficient society.
In this process, countless landlords will inevitably set off rebellions, but they are useless under the crush of regular troops.
After the people have truly penetrated and mobilized, they will no longer be afraid of any rebellion. It will be difficult for the landlord to gather three or five people.
Even if they rebelled barely, they would be wiped out by the local militias. It would be a delusion to entrap a large number of people against the central government as before.
Three days later, the 60,000 army commanded by Zhao Shi returned to the outside of Sanyang City, the capital of Lingzhou.
The city is tall, with many troops, and sufficient grain and grass reserves.
In ancient times, attacking a city was extremely difficult. When attacking a big city, it was difficult to conquer even if it paid a heavy price for several times or even ten times the force. More often, the opponent's internal collapse resulted in victory, which often took several years.
This is also the main reason why Zhao Shi and the others tried their best to mobilize the state soldiers of the great army to eliminate them outside.
"Seven Dragon Banner? Is King Chu still there?"
Zhao Shi glanced at the bright yellow flag on the city pool. Seven luxurious hanging down, like a submarine needle, suppressed the interior of Sanyang City. Soldiers, civilians, and generals were all in good order, each performing their duties, and they were already in Lingzhou. Lost now, there is no large-scale escape or collapse.
This was out of the surprise of him and the kings. This pampered King Chu was also brave.
Zhao Shi gave up the idea of ​​forcibly attacking the city when he saw the bright yellow banner.
"Build semi-permanent fortifications that can defend against cavalry and arrows, build siege equipment, and wait for a better time."