() Reality does not allow Jia Rong to make any retreat. Leaving aside Beidi County, Yuan Shao, the leader of the alliance, was very restless in the Central Plains. After unifying Jizhou, he repeatedly advised Youzhou Shepherd Liu Yu to comply with the unification and ascend the throne.
To be emperor, to put it bluntly, it is to get rid of the Han Emperor who is under the control of the Xiliang Army, so as to fight against Chang'an. -"
The feudal lords who had an old relationship with Yuan Shao also agreed with him. He had enough troops and food. Yuan Shao wanted to expand his territory. Gongsun Zan and Yuan Shao in Youzhou were already at odds with each other, and war was inevitable.
After learning that Xianbei invaded the border and Jia Rong led his army there, Yuan Shao laughed a lot. Isn't the Xiliang army known as elite? How many more people would be left after fighting against 150,000 Xianbei people? Yuan Shao really wanted to see Jia Rong.
Rong's army was greatly weakened and he could not suppress the aristocratic family in Chang'an, and he was assassinated like Dong Zhuo. Yuan Shao had no way of knowing whether it was the Yuan family who assassinated Dong Zhuo.
There were four generations and three princes, disciples and former officials all over the world. It was impossible for Yuan Shao to remember everyone clearly. Perhaps because of Yuan Kui's kindness in the past, the officials rose up to attack.
When a war broke out in Yanmen, Beiping, Beidi County, Yuan Shao saw an opportunity to march into Youzhou and eradicate Gongsun Zan in Beiping. However, in doing so, he offended all the people with lofty ideals in the world. It would be better if the foreigners retreated, otherwise
He is a sinner through the ages, and Yuan Shao doesn't want the old Yuan family to be given such a comment by future generations. The great master
There has always been a feud between Youzhou Shepherd Liu Yu and Beiping Governor Gongsun Zan. It is not a secret in Youzhou. Especially when it comes to their attitudes towards foreigners, it has become more and more serious. What is missing is just a trigger.
Liu Yu did not listen to Yuan Shao's words to ascend the throne. He was very convinced of Yuan Shao's theory of treating foreigners, and he became even more dissatisfied with Gongsun Zan.
At this time, Gongsun Zan was dealing with the Jie people, and Liu Yu obstructed him many times, regardless of the words of his staff.
The border was in chaos, and the Central Plains was not much better. Guo Da came back again and led more than 100,000 Yellow Turbans to set off a bloody storm in the Central Plains. Cao Cao's Yanzhou and Yuan Shao's Jizhou were affected. Yuan Shao had to put down his careful thoughts to deal with the Yellow Turbans.
military.
Lingzhou City is not tall and has lost a bit of vitality compared to the Lingzhou City that Jia Rong saw a few years ago.
"If you die, you will be free!" Jia Rong reached into his arms and gently touched the hosta in his arms, feeling surprisingly calm.
"Open the city gate!" A Xianbei cavalry stepped forward and shouted at Mu Da's signal.
In the face of life, many people's choice is to compromise. Queju's son Muda is also Yiyang, including Murong Li, who has no objection. Ambitious people also know how to cherish their own lives. The longer a person is in a high position for a long time,
The more precious life is.
Murong Feng, who knew the customs of the Han people very well, made the entire Lingzhou City watertight. Although there were only a few thousand Han cavalry on the battlefield, there was no guarantee that they would not make any unexpected moves. Back then, Huo Qubing could still bring eight hundred
The cavalry swept across the Huns.
There was an endless stream of soldiers patrolling the city, and the soldiers guarding the city gate would not open the city gate without instructions from above.
"Have the defenders in the city heard that I am going to enter the city!" Murong Licao cursed in fluent Xianbei dialect.
The Xianbei generals guarding the city looked at each other and nodded. Murong Li was a famous figure in the Xianbei army. If he offended him, he would not have an easy life after returning to the tribe.
The city gate slowly opened.
Jia Rong's back was already soaked with sweat, and his face was slightly pale. Unlike the Han people's cities, Jia Rong only had a general understanding of the situation in the city. In the event of chaos, it was uncertain whether the people in the city could help. Xianbei
Human bravery is famous in the desert grasslands. Murong Feng was also the veteran general who first followed Tan Shihuai to unify Xianbei. Fighting against such a figure at close range made Jia Rong feel guilty.
Seeing the blood guard beside him nodding, Jia Rong signaled Zhao Yun with his eyes and winked at the city gate.
Zhao Yun understood that this kind of surprise attack was all about surprise. When the Xianbei army in the city reacted, the Blood Guard's soldiers and horses were not enough to fill the gap between their teeth. If this battle failed, it would be a disaster.
The city gate was wide open, and Jia Rong led the blood guards slowly towards the city gate. Lingzhou City was short and had a small gate. This kind of city was the favorite target of the princes in the Central Plains. It was not easy to defend but difficult to attack.
The moment the Blood Guards completely entered the city gate, Zhao Yun suddenly launched an attack. He waved his spear with silver light and killed three Xianbei soldiers guarding the city gates in succession. The Blood Guards beside him also drew their scimitars. The Xianbei soldiers guarding the city gates had not yet responded.
When they came over, they were all destroyed by the blood guards with overwhelming force.
"General, the Xianbei people are so numerous that guarding the city gate is not the best strategy. If the Xianbei people attack the city gate in large numbers, even a thousand people will not be able to defend it." Zhao Yun said urgently. The Great Lord said
"Keep wandering around the city gate and fight with the defenders inside the city, adapt to changes!" After saying this, Jia Rong slapped his horse on the back and galloped away into the city.
"General!" Two tears streamed down Zhao Yun's pretty face. The master and servant had known each other for a while, but Jia Rong always regarded Zhao Yun as a brother. This friendship meant that Zhao Yun would not frown even if he went up mountains of swords and seas of fire.
Jia Rong led the five hundred blood guards farther and farther away. Zhao Yun bit his lips and ordered: "Kill!"
Unable to refuse, Zhao Yun allowed himself to guard the city gate. Zhao Yun also had to fight with others to distract the attention of the defenders in the city from Jia Rong and others.
Zhao Qi is a sure-death path. The key point is that Jia Rong can perfectly kill Commander Bei, otherwise it will be difficult for two thousand blood guards to get rid of Commander Bei. How can the soldiers left by Commander Bei's side be mediocre people.
The streets of Lingzhou are extremely desolate. A few deserted people are on the streets. People are attacking the city. The people in the city are hiding in their homes and don't come out!" More than a dozen Blood Guards shouted as they ran.
Glancing at the five hundred blood guards behind him, Jia Rong suddenly felt a kind of heroic ambition that would never return, "The wind is rustling and the water is cold. As soon as the warriors left, they deployed tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the city to ensure that
Without careful mental calculation, the probability of winning is less than 20%.
; Beside, the blade of the knife is facing outward, and under the rapid war horse, you can hear the whining sound of being cut by the wind.
More than 400 Blood Guards stared at the figure in front of them with determined expressions. Even the commander of an army and the Han's cavalry general were willing to risk their lives. Even if they died in battle, there would be no complaints. They were Blood Guards and sacrificed at critical moments.
He sacrificed his life to protect Jia Rong's safety.
"Where is the commander in the city? Take me there!" Jia Rong put the scimitar in his hand against Murong Li's waist and shouted sternly.
Murong Li's face turned pale. After thinking over and over again, he said: "In the east of the city!"
The constant jolting of the war horse caused the scimitar pressed against Murong Li's neck to cut his skin. How did Murong Li, who had never been worried about food and clothing, realize that his father had been running around on a war horse all his life, and the Murong family was what it is today.
climate.
Mu Da looked at the front with a wary look. The Han general named Jia Rong of Bei's army was definitely a Bei man. He could never understand the horror of Murong Feng. It was a pity that a Han general had fallen like this.
With five hundred people humbled in the city, I am afraid that Huo Qubing would never dare to do this even if he were born again. On the grassland, there is no way to attack the humble people, but in the narrow city, there is a big problem.
Jia Rong, who was determined to die, led 500 blood guards in Lingzhou City. The soldiers chased after Jia Rong. There was constant noise in Lingzhou City. Most of the people in the city were infantry. They could only follow the blood guards from a distance.
behind.
At the same time, the battle at the city gate also started. Zhao Yun led one hundred and twenty cavalry to roam around the city gate to control the people's attention.
Ignoring the pursuers behind him, he headed towards Juechen to the east of the city.
"Kill!" Jia Rong took the lead and attacked the guarding soldiers, cutting them into two pieces. The bloody death made the soldiers behind him shocked. He waved various weapons and moved forward bravely, intending to block the cavalry attack with his flesh and blood.
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The galloping war horses trampled these fanatics to the ground without mercy. The Great Master
The defense of the Xianbei camp was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Jia Rong led the five hundred blood guards as if they had stepped into a quagmire. They were constantly struggling. Jia Rong had to start to face up to Murong Feng, the legendary commander of Xianbei.
In the Xianbei tent, Murong Feng said with a gloomy face: "This little Han man actually wants to attack the city!"
There were ten thousand people in the city. Murong Feng had enough confidence to keep this Han cavalry numbering four to five hundred people.
"Old Murong, let us people from the west come." At this time, Que Ju did not forget to attack his old friend.
Murong Li said: "If you are still joking at this time, the Han people have already beaten you out of the tent."
Que Ju said with a leisurely expression: "Let alone five hundred Han people, even a thousand people would not be able to get out."
The adults of various Xianbei tribes were chatting leisurely in the tent. Jia Rong led the Blood Guards to tear a hole among the Xianbei soldiers with unparalleled power, leading directly to the Xianbei tent. The Blood Guards' combat effectiveness was that of the most elite Xianbei soldiers.
The cavalry is also incomparable. It can be described as devastating against ordinary Xianbei people.
Jia Rong looked around and saw that in addition to the huge crowds of Xianbei people, there were also the flags flying by the Chinese army. That was the Xianbei commander and his hope for survival.
"Kill!" Jia Rong roared angrily, and the scimitar took away the life of a Xianbei cavalry without any fancy.
The anger in the Blood Guard's chest was completely aroused, and each soldier exerted all his strength to carve out a bloody path with the scimitar in his hand.
Murong Feng led two thousand troops and appeared in front of Jia Rong.
Looking at Murong Feng, who had strands of white hair hidden in his long hair and a majestic look on his face, Jia Rong couldn't help but feel fear.
With no way to retreat, Jia Rong kicked the horse in the belly with his legs, and the horse headed towards the Xianbei army.
The fighting power of the Blood Guards was beyond the imagination of Murong Feng and all the Xianbei generals. The wēixié from death could not stop the Blood Guards from advancing. There were five or six wounds on their bodies and they still looked like nothing happened. Some of the Blood Guards fell off their horses and were still alive.
Forgetting to get up and fight, the scimitar was waving, and the black light was shining. One after another, the Blood Guards fell to the ground unyieldingly, and were chopped into pulp by the Xianbei people who swarmed up, performing one tragic scene after another.
