Chapter 510 The End of an Era
Same recipe, but different taste.
The five thousand elites led by Linghu Shili, in order to rush to Hanzhong County within two days, gave up many of the routine actions that an army should have when operating in enemy-occupied areas, and even even The most basic vigilance is also lost.
But to be honest, I can’t really blame them.
The current situation of the Wei family is indeed that there is no way from heaven to earth. There is no other way except surrendering to the Linghu family.
The trap designed by Zhou Xuan was extended on this basis, and with Wei Zhengdao's handwritten letter as evidence, Linghu Shili never imagined that there was a huge death trap slowly opening in front of him.
Two days later in the evening, Linghu Shili arrived at the West City of Hanzhong County as promised. As promised, the West City gate slowly opened in front of him, and Zhou Xuan, in military uniform, stood on the top of the tower to greet him. Linghu knows etiquette.
Three thousand tribesmen entered the city one after another.
Linghu Shili was cautious enough. He divided his troops into two groups and personally led two thousand troops to wait outside the city. However, such precautions had no effect at all.
His opponent counted him to death.
When the stone gate weighing thousands of kilograms crashed down in the gate hole of the West City Gate, and when countless bows and feathers pointed at the troops who had entered the city earlier on the city wall, on the roof ridge, and in the lanes, a carefully planned The massacre began.
Xicheng was vacated.
The original residents here were transferred to other places. A large number of troops entered here and turned Xicheng into a large slaughterhouse.
The three thousand people who entered the city, no matter where they rushed, they were greeted by death.
You can’t imagine that crossbow arrows will suddenly shoot out from the houses on both sides of the road, nor can you imagine that long spears will suddenly poke out of the walls in the alley with narrow windows, nor can you imagine that in the street At the end of the line, I suddenly saw the thick crossbow arrows of the Eight Ox Crossbow pointing at your group of people in despair.
The desperate soldiers set fire to the house, hoping that the raging fire would burn out the ambushing enemies and engage them in an open and honest battle. However, the fire started and thick smoke billowed into the night, and they did not get what they expected. fighting.
The moment the Qianqian Gate fell, Linghu Shili knew that he had been fooled again. He angrily commanded two thousand of his men to rush towards Hanzhong County, trying to rescue his men. .
There are only two thousand people, facing the tall city wall, what can they do?
On the contrary, the rumbling drums and the heavy sound of horse hooves coming from behind made Linghu Shili fall into despair.
In the night, as many torches as stars in the sky were spreading towards Hanzhong County. The sound of shouts like a roaring mountain and a tsunami shocked everyone who heard it.
Tens of thousands of Shu troops, under the command of Fang Mao Mao, surrounded Linghu Shili.
There were endless shouts of killing in the city, and the powerful Linghu army refused to surrender. They charged towards the city gate again and again, hoping to break out of the siege and fight their way out of the city. They believed that their partners would also do the same at this moment. Waiting for them outside the city gate.
But passion and courage cannot withstand the general trend after all.
Time after time they were attacked bravely, and they were repulsed again and again. There were more and more bodies left on the ground, and fewer and fewer people launched attacks.
Finally, the officers of the troops entering the city gave up the idea of breaking out as a whole. They relied on their personal martial arts skills to attack the city wall, hoping to kill them and then escape across the city.
By this time, the battle in the city was actually over.
Those officers who escaped relying on personal force would naturally have someone to deal with them. Even if they escaped alone, they would have no impact on the overall situation. Outside the city, the army commanded by Fang Mao Mao trapped Linghu Shili to death. The giant shield formed the city, the spears were like a forest, and the bow feathers were like rain. Although they were slow but firm step by step, they moved Linghu Shili. Li's men pressed against the tall city wall behind them.
What awaited them on the city wall was also a rain of arrows.
To advance is to die,
Retreating is also death!
Wu De turned to look at Zhou Xuan and said with a smile: "It's over. This battle will at least make Linghuye no longer have the energy to attack our Hanzhong this year."
"Five thousand elite veterans, such a loss will make even Linghu Ye feel sad!" Zhou Xuandao.
“This is all the fault of Sheriff Zhou!” Wu De said: “But Sheriff, you can finish this last thing.”
The smile on Zhou Xuan’s face disappeared , after a moment of silence, he nodded, turned around and walked down the city wall.
Looking at his back, Wu De had a smile on his face.
Since you have surrendered, you will naturally have to do some backbreaking and shady work!
Wei Zhengdao was lying on the bed, his mouth was dry. He wanted to drink water, but there was no one around him. Outside the closed door, there was the sound of whispers from the orifices. Listen carefully. , but they were all curses that were unbearable to hear.
Because they had to guard him, the guards outside were unable to participate in today's ambush battle. This caused them to lose a lot of military merit and made them very dissatisfied.
Wei Zhengdao reluctantly stood up halfway on the bed, reaching out to reach for the kettle on the table, but it was a bit far away. He tried his best to reach out, but still couldn't reach it.
His mouth was so dry that it seemed like there was a fire burning, and his lips were split. Wei Zhengdao desperately leaned out to reach the kettle, and finally his fingers touched the edge of the kettle. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect half of it. Leaning out of the bed, he completely lost his center of gravity. His body was crooked. He fell heavily from the bed and landed on the ground. His hand swept over the kettle on the table. The kettle tipped over and the water inside flowed from the spout. It flowed out, first onto the table, then down the table, and poured on Wei Zhengdao's head.
Wei Zhengdao's consciousness was slowly blurring. He stretched out his hand to wipe the water stains on his face. Halfway up, he slumped down. He seemed to hear the sound of the door opening. The voice exclaimed, and then he was dragged up from the ground and thrown onto the bed.
Wei Zhengdao wanted to take a sip of water, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. There was a few rattling sounds in his throat, and he exhaled his last breath heavily.
A generation of heroes died silently in this wing.
Not long after, Zhou Xuan stepped into the house and looked at Wei Zhengdao on the bed. His throat trembled a few times, and finally he just bowed and bowed, then turned and walked out. .
The sound of crying came from another room not far from the wing where Wei Zhengdao died. The young emperor Li Ping lived there.
Outside the house, soldiers were piling firewood there, while others poured some grease on the pile of firewood.
Zhou Xuan had no expression on his face, stretched out his hand, picked up a fire stick, and strode over. The sound of crying in the room became louder. Through the window lattice, an old eunuch could be seen. The little emperor hugged the crying little emperor and sat down on the ground in the room in despair.
Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and threw the torch in his hand.
With a bang, the fire started.
(End of this chapter)