Chapter 467 Jing Sheng vomited blood
But at present, Liu Biao seemed to have no intention to surrender to the court.
In his heart, there might be a glimmer of hope for Zhang Ji to borrow troops, and when he entered the court to surrender, he undoubtedly cut off his arms and completely lost control of Jingzhou.
Han Song looked at Liu Biao's firm attitude and felt helpless. He could only suppress the words of persuading surrender, and nodded and responded: "That's right!"
"Everyone, you guys Do you think what De Gao said is feasible? ”
Liu Biao pondered for a moment, slowly raised his head, and glanced at the other important officials present in turn.
There was a hint of search in his eyes, as if at this critical moment, he was eager to find a hint of comfort from everyone's responses or find a basis that could support him in making decisions.
Fu Xun hesitated for a while before speaking slowly, with a hint of carefulness in his voice: "I heard that General Cao Cao is currently in Guanzhong, stationed in Chang'an, and will do his best to wipe out Li Jue, Guo Si and others. Rebel. Zhang Ji was also listed as one of the rebels. If we recruit him at this time, Ming Gong might have lost hope in front of the world."
His tone slightly raised , with obvious concerns, it was obvious that he was considering this matter comprehensively for Liu Biao from the perspective of fame and morality.
Liu Biao subconsciously frowned, and an indescribable irritation surged in his heart.
This is all in a panic. At the moment of life and death, Fu Xun is still talking to him about what people want!
Can people eat it?
Can we transform into soldiers and horses that save Xiangyang from water and fire?
Although Zhang Ji has a bad reputation, he has more than 10,000 people, nearly 20,000. Moreover, more than half of them are old soldiers from Xiliang, as well as veterans from the Northern and Southern Army and Xiyuan Army.
The combat power of these people is quite good.
After Han Song reminded him, Liu Biao had already felt aroused in his heart and was already moved by the matter of borrowing troops.
Most of the ministers present keenly noticed Liu Biao's thoughts.
Only Fu Xun has a very straightforward personality and says whatever he wants. He didn't notice that Liu Biao's already a little unhappy look.
Xiangyang City is in danger at the moment, and it is at the forefront of life and death. However, Liu Biao's unwillingness to surrender in his bones made him unwilling to bow to the court so easily no matter what.
The people present were all as clear as a mirror. Without any chance of failure, Liu Biao would never take the initiative to surrender to the court.
Once he surrendered, he would instantly become the lord of Jingzhou and become a puppet who stays under the roof and is at the mercy of others.
Losing the foundation of Jingzhou, even if he can become the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers in the dynasty, he is just a puppet in Cao Cao's hands, without any real power.
In contrast, although recruiting Zhang Ji may lose some people's expectations, it is simply a slight witch compared to losing the entire Jingzhou.
If it could really win over Zhang Ji and the two families joined forces to repel Liu Feng, even if they could only save the three counties in Jiangbei in the end, Liu Biao could still steadily occupy the position of a prince in this chaotic world.
If anyone had anybody, in this case, they would probably have made the same choice as Liu Biao.
Everyone had their own plans in their hearts. For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became more and more solemn, as if it was shrouded in a heavy haze.
Liu Biao's heart is also mixed with emotions at this moment, and various emotions are intertwined.
He was full of regret, regretting that he had accepted Liu Xun's resignation when he went to the young, and even more regretting that he insisted on his own way this year and went south blatantly, but he did not consider the possible threats from Yangzhou.
In fact, as early as the beginning of Zhang Xian's rebellion, many people repeatedly reminded him to pay more attention to the movements in Yangzhou.
Even if you don’t consider Liu Feng’s own ideas, you must consider that in order to protect yourself, Zhang Xian may send someone to Yangzhou to ask Liu Feng to interfere in Jingzhou affairs.
But at that time, Liu Biao was blindly confident and felt that the relationship between him and Liu Bei was quite harmonious, and he had helped the other party in food.
In his opinion, this was just a rebellion in his own state, and there was no need to communicate and coordinate with the princes of other states. Such actions would instead reduce his reputation and majesty within Jingzhou.
He only forgot that when he was inviting Liu Xun, he intervened in the internal affairs of Yangzhou without hesitation.
After thinking about it and weighing the pros and cons, Liu Biao finally decisively rejected Fu Xun's proposal.
However, Fu Xun's words gave him a new idea, which made him determined to submit a memorial to the court, requesting the court to interfere, and issue an edict to order Yangzhou to retreat.
This is not Liu Baobai's dream and whimsical imagination.
Although he and Cao Cao had a tense relationship in private and even had secret hostility, Liu Biao had always been extremely submissive in his attitude towards the court.
No matter what Liu Biao thought, at least on the surface, he was very respectful to the court. He not only sent a large amount of food and food to the court on time, but also generously donated money to the court to repair palaces and pavilions for the emperor. , to show your loyalty.
On the surface, the relationship between Liu Biao and the court was very harmonious, and the emperor Liu Xie also issued several edicts to commend Liu Biao's loyalty and respect.
This is also Liu Biao's confidence. He is preparing to prepare another heavy gift while submitting the memorial, and at the same time bribing Cao Cao, the emperor and the three dukes. He believes that the court and Cao Cao should give him this face.
Just as Liu Biao had just made a decision and sent someone to Luoyang to ask the court to intervene. At the same time, he began to win over Zhang Ji to help him, and planned to take this opportunity to thaw the Nanyang garrison and let them return to Xiangyang, a sudden burst of emergence from outside the lobby Footsteps.
Immediately afterwards, a man broke in in panic.
Everyone looked closely and saw that the person coming was nothing but Cai Mao who had gone through a thousand hardships after Zhouling's defeat, abandoned his boat and landed on the shore, and rushed back to Xiangyang day and night.
Cai Mao looked so embarrassed that he could hardly recognize him.
The armor on his body was covered with damage and stains, as if it had been stuck with flesh and blood, unable to tell each other. The armor was covered with traces of smoke and fire, and the stained dry blood was stained with stains of blood. The solidified blood clots looked particularly dazzling in the sunlight. His hair was scattered in disarray, his face was black and gray, and his whole body was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, exuding a terrifying aura.
Cai Mao stumbled all the way to the lobby, staggering, almost unsteady.
Before anyone could speak out, he blew up and knelt heavily in front of Liu Ping, his knees colliding with the ground, making a dull sound. "Fang Bo!" Cai Mao's voice was hoarse and crying, as if he had been sharpened by sandpaper.
"You...you are...?"
Because of Cai Mao's miserable appearance, Liu Biao and most of the people in the hall were unable to recognize who he was at the first time. The miserable person in front of them is really far from the energetic Cai Mao they remember. "Bo Fang, it's me." Cai Mao's mood was extremely complicated at this moment, including guilt and guilt about defeat, fear of escaping from death, and pain of letting down Liu Biao's trust.
These emotions were intertwined, making his voice tremble.
"De...De Gui?"
Liu Biao's heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart. He asked tentatively, with a hint of trembling in his voice. "Are you Degui?" "Bo Fang!" Cai Mao could no longer suppress his inner emotions, and cried bitterly on the spot. While crying, he kept kowtowing, his forehead hitting the ground, making a banging sound.
"Mao can hardly see Fang Bo's face again."
"Degui, why are you so embarrassed?" Liu Biao only felt that his heart was tightly held by an invisible big hand, and the pain was unbearable. He seemed to have guessed something terrible, but his instinct made him resist thinking carefully.
Cai Mao cried so hard that he burst into tears. The original gray and black on his face was washed away by tears, and his face looked very miserable. Everyone in the hall was stunned by the sudden scene. For a moment, only Cai Mao's crying echoed in the entire lobby.
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Liu Biao spoke tremblingly, his voice trembling due to tension and fear: "How could you be here? Where is Huang Chengde? Where is my Xiangyang Navy and Jiangxia Navy?"
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"Bo Fang...Bo Fang..."
Cai Mao just kept crying bitterly, mixed with a few vague calls, but he avoided answering Liu Biao's questions.
The people in the hall were not fools. When they saw this scene, they all understood in their hearts that the situation was probably extremely bad, and everyone's hearts instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.
Liu Biao could no longer contain the anxiety and anger in his heart. He jumped up suddenly, his movements were so quick that it was completely impossible for someone of his age to do. He rushed to Cai Mao a few steps, reached out and grabbed the other person's clothes tightly, and pulled him up with blood in his eyes, and almost roared: "Degui, answer my question, tell me , Where is my Jingzhou army? "
Perhaps it was because Liu Biao's expression was too fierce at this moment, and the despair and anger revealed in his eyes made Cai Mao feel frightened. He was so scared that his crying stopped abruptly .
A moment later, under Liu Biao's stare at him as if he was about to eat people, Cai Mao replied tremblingly: "Boe Fang, it's gone... it's all gone."
"Boom!"
This sentence is like a powerful bomb, exploding in Liu Biao's mind. Everyone in the hall was shocked by the short four words. Then, the entire lobby was instantly in anger. Everyone no longer cared about etiquette and whispered and discussed.
"No, no?"
Liu Biao's voice became sharp due to shock. He pinched Cai Mao's clothes hard, and the blue veins on his hands burst out: "Cai Degui, Tell me what it means to be gone! ? ”
Cai Mao looked dead and pale, and said in a trembling voice: "In early July, Huang Chengde and I joined forces to fight with the Yangzhou navy. The two armies launched a fierce battle on the river outside Zhouling City. That battle was so dark that the sky was dark. Although our soldiers fought to the death, they were still defeated and were eventually defeated. Huang Chengde, the former army was captured alive by the enemy, and the rear army led by our superiors fought hard until the afternoon and finally collapsed completely. "
" Fang Bo, it's so miserable."
Cai Mao burst into tears and cried: "The number of ships in the Yangzhou navy is not inferior to our army, but there are dozens of large building ships, hundreds of silos, and radius Warship. It’s not because I don’t want to fight to the death, I’m not as strong as I can.”
Liu Biao’s face instantly turned bloodless, as if it was covered by frost, and it was pale. His lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if he was trembling in the cold wind, and as if he was desperately suppressing the fear and despair that was about to break through deep inside.
At this moment, he held the last faint fantasy and asked in a trembling voice: "Then how many defeated soldiers have you dealt with?"
His eyes were full of expectations, hoping that Cai Mao would bring him even a little good news, telling him that there were still some people who survived, even if it was only a small number of them.
After all, his request is not excessive. In a normal war, even if he suffers a crushing defeat, according to common sense, there will always be many people who can escape by chance.
Isn’t Cai Mao in front of you a living example? Didn’t he also escaped from that terrible battle? Liu Biao's ideas are actually reasonable and in line with the conventional logic of war.
In fact, Cai Mao did escape with some people, but this number was too different from what Liu Biao expected, just like a world of difference.
"About two thousand people..."
Cai Mao's voice was as weak as the sound of mosquitoes and flies, and there was a hint of unconcealed tremor.
Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Liu Biao's heart hard.
"Puff!"
As if he was hit by this short answer, Liu Biao suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. The bright red blood was like a shrill arc, splashing on Cai Mao's His already embarrassed face instantly dyed red.
Then, Liu Biao fell down straight backwards like a pool of soft mud, as if he had lost all his support.
Seeing this, Cai Mao was so scared that he was scattered. He was pretending to be pitiful, but he didn't care about it at this moment. He widened his eyes in horror, rushed forward in a hurry, and used all his strength to support Liu Biao's shaking body, and shouted in panic: "Blesser Fang!Blesser Fang!"
The voice was full of Fear and helplessness.
The crowd then woke up like a dream, as if they were struck by a thunder.
They all came back to their senses from shock and panic, and rushed towards Liu Biao in a swarm.
Everyone surrounded Liu Biao and checked his situation with all his might, but found that Liu Biao was so angry that he fainted by the sudden bad news.
For a moment, everyone in the hall was completely infuriated.
The meeting hall, which has always been known for its rigorous and solemnity, is now like a chaotic vegetable market. Those who claim to be famous wise men on weekdays, always act as arrogant and disdainful to the lower class people, are now like the lower class people they look down on the most, completely losing their former demeanor and reserve.
They yelled loudly and shouted at the top of their lungs, everyone's faces were filled with anxiety, fear and despair. Some people were calling out to the doctor in panic, while others were blaming and complaining to each other. The whole meeting hall was in chaos, as if a terrible disaster was about to come.
(This chapter ends)