After more than a month of fierce attack, Shouchun City also ushered in the final moment.

Zhong Hui is no longer as graceful as before, his hair is disheveled, his face is withered, his white clothes are stained with blood, and the blade of Yitian's sword is also full of gaps.

Even a famous sword cannot bear such destruction.

The fortified city could not withstand the continuous onslaught.

"Capital, Governor, the enemy troops are coming up again!" Jiang Bin's face was covered with blood and sweat.

The defenders on the city wall had long since lost their human form, staring blankly at Zhong Hui.

Zhong Hui was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, neither impassioned nor full of emotion. He bowed his hands to the soldiers very respectfully, and his bow was almost straight to the ground. "Hui's lack of virtue and talent have caused the princes to fall into this situation. This battle is not for the princes," he said.

I have tried my best, but God will not help me. The city of Shouchun will be destroyed in just one or two days. You can save your own life, but I will commit suicide to thank you for your kindness."

These words are so sincere that those who see them cannot bear it and those who hear them shed tears.

The soldiers were all moved.

Zhong Hui has always been aloof, but never was he so humble.

The 30,000 Chinese troops at the time never abandoned Zhong Hui, and they certainly do so now.

"If the Commander-in-Chief is not afraid of death, how can we escape with our lives? If a man dies, his ears will be dead, how can we just live an ignoble existence?" Several generals of the Chinese army became determined.

The soldier who was lying on the ground panting stood up again.

Zhong Hui burst into tears, "I will die with you, no regrets!"

"I am willing to die with the governor!"

Roars erupted from the city walls.

As a result, even those who wanted to surrender were infected by the atmosphere, picked up their swords and spears, and fought with the Jin army who climbed the city wall again.

Jiang Bin saw everything with his eyes and couldn't help but admire Zhong Hui.

Every time when it comes to a critical moment, Zhong Hui can always turn things around miraculously.

He is still able to survive a certain death situation and impress the soldiers with his true feelings. He is worthy of being one of the best geniuses in the world.

But can today's situation still turn the tide as it did in Hanzhong?

Jiang Bin looked up at the sky. Spring in Huainan had already arrived, and the smell of fresh earth was filled with a strong smell of blood.

No matter, even if we surrender here and now, we will only survive for a few years.

So what if we surrender? We have no foundation and cannot stand in the Central Plains.

A scholar must have the backbone of a scholar.

You have to walk the path you choose even on your knees.

"I am willing to die for the governor!" Jiang Bin roared, rushed to the front of the formation with his sword, and fought to the death with the Jin army.

One man fights tooth and nail, but ten thousand men cannot defeat him.

Thousands of people serve their lives, and thousands of people make changes.

Zhong Hui picked up his sword and rushed into the enemy with his own soldiers. Without armor, he was more flexible, leaping between the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword. Blood penetrated the heavy armor wherever the sword light reached. "Fuck Wu Gexi, he was killed by the rhinoceros armor, and the car was wrong."

We are fighting in close quarters. The sun is blocked by the sun, and the enemy is like a cloud. The arrows are falling, and the soldiers are fighting for the lead. The formation is in the shadows, and the left side is injured. The right blade is wounded... I have a long sword, I hold the Qin bow, my head and body are separated from my heart.

No punishment..."

Although the white clothes were dirty, the Yitian sword was broken, and the man was exhausted, every time he read a word, the soldier's strength seemed to return a little bit.

"Since the body is dead, the spirit has become a spirit, and the soul has become a ghost!"

The sword gleamed, then was suddenly sheathed. The three enemy soldiers surrounding Zhong Hui were stunned for a moment, and then a long string of blood burst out from their chests and they fell to the ground.

But in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen enemy soldiers came to attack with knives. Zhong Hui could no longer lift his arms, and several soldiers blocked him with their bodies.

Brutal fighting was everywhere.

Not only the elite Chinese troops under Zhong Hui, but also the Shu troops under Jiang Bin and Jiang Shu were also fighting to the death.

The young men of Huainan in the city were also fighting to the death.

"Sima Zhao!" Zhong Hui shouted at the thousands of troops below the city.

The green mountains are still there and the Huaihe River is rushing.

This sound was quickly drowned out by the noise on the battlefield.

"Sima Zhao!" Zhong Hui shouted hysterically for the second time.

Under the city, Shi Bao seemed to have heard something. He looked up at the city wall and saw Zhong Hui with a sneer on his face.

Someone in Luoyang City has already promised him that as long as he kills Zhong Hui, his family will continue to be prosperous and wealthy!

No matter how hard Zhong Hui struggles, he will definitely not survive today.

No matter how strong Shouchun City is, it cannot resist the Central Plains with the power of one city.

Just when Shi Bao was about to launch the final blow, someone from behind suddenly said: "Sikong, the prince has invited me."

Shi Bao was stunned and turned around, only to find that it was the concubine He Shao.

This man was He Zeng's second son, who had a close relationship with Sima Yan, and was also Sima Yan's confidant.

"The King of Jin ordered someone to destroy the city today." Shi Bao said politely.

"The Crown Prince would like to invite Sikong!" He Shao repeated it expressionlessly, as if he didn't hear the word "King of Jin".

Shi Bao's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Shouchun and then He Shao, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

And he had already had this premonition...

"Sima Zhao!" The clock on the city wall yelled with all his last strength, with infinite anger and resentment in his voice.

If he died in the hands of Sima Yi, Zhong Hui would be convinced. If he died in the hands of Sima Shi, Zhong Hui would also admit it. But if he died in the hands of Sima Zhao, he would be extremely unwilling.

After shouting, Zhong Hui sat on the pile of corpses, supporting his body with the Yitian Sword, panting heavily, with a few scars on his body, and looking indifferently at the soldiers who were still fighting for him.

And his mind had already drifted back to the scene when he and Master Sima met in front of the Sima Mansion ten years ago.

Master Sima has a jade-like face, calm temperament, gentleness and elegance. Zhong Hui shows off his talents and is just starting out. The two of them entered the Sima Mansion hand in hand, like a pair of jade stones.

It was at that time that Zhong Hui decided to assist Master Sima...

It's not that Zhong Hui wants to rebel, but that he dislikes Sima Zhao.

The regicide on the street also had a huge impact on Zhong Hui.

Since ancient times, usurping the throne has always been done behind closed doors, but Sima Zhao was better at making it known to everyone.

After Feng Sa's defeat, Zhong Hui knew that Sima Zhao would not be able to tolerate him...

"All, all, all..." Jiang Bin suddenly came over with huge doubts on his face, hesitating and unable to say a complete sentence.

Zhong Hui forced out a tired smile, "What's the matter?"

"Withdraw...withdraw, the enemy has withdrawn!" Jiang Bin's confusion quickly turned into ecstasy.

Zhong Hui suddenly stood up from the pile of corpses and looked at Jiang Bin in disbelief.

There were anxious sounds of gold ringing, and the Jin army under the city retreated like a tide.

Bodies were left on the ground.

"Back off, back off!"

Crazy shouts sounded from everywhere on the city walls.

Zhong Hui just felt baffled. As long as Shi Bao added another three to four thousand troops, Shouchun would not be able to defend it no matter what.

The soldiers running in ecstasy in front of them are real.

Several soldiers lay directly in the blood, covering their faces and crying, "Live! Live!"

No one wants to die if they can live.

Many soldiers rummaged through the corpses and called out familiar names...

Zhong Hui looked at the big flag fluttering in the enemy camp and suddenly thought of a possibility. He couldn't help but curl up with a smile, "Oh my god, it seems that this time the sky is not on the side of the Sima family. The sky will not stop, I Zhong Hui

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Soon, a smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his face and turned into a wild laugh. He twisted his body at the top of the city, danced with a sword, danced with joy, his face was radiant, fell in a pool of blood, stood up again, and his white clothes turned into red clothes.

, looking up to the sky and shouting: "Since the sky will not destroy me, this world - should be mine!"

In May of the eighth year of Ganlu, King Sima Zhao of Jin died suddenly in the Huai River camp...

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