Chapter 301: The Battle of Shu Destroying Wei (The Ultimate Battle of Stealing Home)
Chapter 301 The Battle of Shu to Destroy Wei (The Ultimate Battle of Stealing Homes)
Wei, the seventh year of Taihe (233 years), the thirteenth day of the first lunar month.
There was no sun on this day, the sky was overcast, the cold wind was raging on both sides of the Yellow River, and the entire Shouyang Mountain was shrouded in a wet and cold white mist.
In a luxurious tent next to Shouyang Mausoleum, a man wearing imperial clothes sat blankly. The red charcoal fire in the brazier reflected his young and sub-healthy face, but it could not bring him a trace of warmth. .
In front of him, a fat man was kneeling on all fours, not daring to raise his head.
He is the second generation emperor of Cao Wei, Emperor Wei Ming Cao Rui.
As the leader of the Wei Dynasty, Cao Rui never expected that things would reach this point.
To this day, the Wei Dynasty still has seven states, a population of more than 5 million, and 300,000 to 400,000 soldiers and horses. It is still the most powerful country in the Three Kingdoms and even the entire continent!
However, the capital city of Luoyang had fallen, and even he, the king of a country, was surrounded by enemy troops.
There is no retreat, no escape.
If the Kingdom of Wei dies after only passing through two generations, how will he, the emperor, face his ancestors...
Historians will nail him to the pillar of shame in history, and when people talk about him, they will rank him with Hu Hai, the second most prodigal son of Qin.
When he thought of this, Cao Rui wished he could kill this fat man kneeling in front of him!
Cao Rui stared at the fat man angrily and roared: "Cao Shuang! You still have more than 10,000 soldiers. You don't go down the mountain to fight, but you ask me to surrender?! You, you, you... are worthy of the ancestors of my Cao family. ?"
Cao Shuang raised his head with a sad face and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, they...their soldiers are so powerful that our soldiers can't resist them. They can't resist them!"
"Many soldiers quietly ran down the mountain and surrendered, and our number became less and less."
"How many soldiers are there on the mountain?!" Cao Rui was furious and asked angrily with red eyes.
"Five...three thousand."
"As soldiers of the Wei Dynasty, they don't want to serve the country and sacrifice themselves to be benevolent. Why do they abandon me? Why?!"
Cao Shuang explained obediently: "It was Ma Su who threatened at the foot of the mountain that he could survive by laying down his weapons and surrendering. So they all ran away. I killed many people, but to no avail and could not stop them."
"Your Majesty, please surrender. That Ma Di has sworn to heaven that as long as we are willing to surrender, Your Majesty will still retain his position as a duke; we, the civil and military ministers, will also retain our wealth and eternal life."
Hearing this, Cao Rui was so angry that he kicked Cao Shuang on his back. He was about to draw his sword and kill the bastard.
The curtain was suddenly opened, and Sikong Gaorou walked in with a sad face. He looked at the embarrassed Cao Shuang, shook his head with a wry smile, walked to Cao Rui, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the deadline given by Ma Su is still there. There’s only one hour left.”
Cao Rui stopped trying to clean up Cao Shuang, sat back slumped, and waved his hands feebly: "You go and ask for surrender, don't worry about me, I want to stay here and live and die with the Wei Dynasty!"
"Your Majesty, I am ashamed..." Gao Rou bowed again.
"Haha, it doesn't matter... when the tree falls and the hozens scatter, Wenhui will just go away."
Gao Rou said nothing, saluted again, turned around and left the tent.
He had decided to surrender. Before him, Wang Ling and other princes and ministers had already descended from the mountain and surrendered.
If a foreign tribe invaded the country, captured the capital, and besieged the king, Gao Rou felt that he would fight to the end and kill himself. But if it was Shu Han who captured the capital of Wei, it would be difficult for him to tie himself to the Cao family's chariot and be buried with him.
It had only been thirteen years since the fall of the Han Dynasty, and the late emperor Liu Xie was still alive and serving as the duke in Shanyang. The founding of the Wei Dynasty was so short that many people in the world still loved the Han Dynasty.
Even when the Shu army attacked the inner city of Cloyang, many Wei courtiers eagerly volunteered to help the Shu army break the city.
In this situation, it would be foolish to die for the country along with the Cao family.
Gao Rou was a Han citizen when he was born, but now he has returned to the Han Dynasty. He understands both emotion and reason, and it is a matter of course. Why should he be ashamed?
Moreover, the powerful man in the memory is still the utopia in the minds of countless people... If there had been fewer natural and man-made disasters at that time, and His Majesty had been more clear-minded, why would there have been Dong Zhuo's subsequent chaos and the division of power among the heroes?
Now, it's all over.
The world will return to the people with the surname Liu.
Perhaps this is the best result - although the Wei Dynasty was indeed a bit unwilling to lose, and was killed in a surprise attack on the capital, it is indeed a bit aggrieved to tell it.
But the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. If you lose, you lose.
Winners never make excuses, only losers bark at the dogs.
With this in mind, Gao Rou walked firmly down the mountain step by step.
When he was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, he heard someone behind him shouting, "Sikong, wait for me..."
It's Cao Shuang's voice.
Gao Rou curled her lips and did not turn around to talk to this stupid guy.
He felt that everyone could surrender, except Cao Shuang. If Cao Shuang hadn't acted blindly, how could the Wei Dynasty be destroyed?!
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Ma Su warmly received all the kings and ministers of the Wei Kingdom who came to surrender. To be precise, these people were already the ministers of the Shu Han.
These people include the four brothers Cao Shuang.
When it got dark, Cao Rui was still not seen coming down from the mountain. Ma Di sent someone up the mountain to check, but found that Cao Rui had been dead for a long time.
Cao Rui killed himself with a sword, and left sixteen words in front of the Shouyang Mausoleum: Both parents are dead, there are no children, the country has fallen, and there is no joy in life.
"Bury it well." Ma Di looked at Cao Rui's body, gave instructions to the left and right, and went down the mountain without looking back.
Although Cao Rui died and the Wei Dynasty died, the world was not peaceful.
In seven places including Huainan, Hefei, Xiangyang, Wancheng, Yecheng, Hedong, and Chang'an, there are still several Wei generals commanding more than 300,000 troops.
Will these people surrender? How to make these people surrender smoothly? How to arrange these people after surrender? It is a series of thorny questions.
Because Emperor Cao Rui was dead, Ma Su had no confidence in persuading these heavily armed generals to surrender to the Shu Han.
Perhaps Cao Rui realized that living would speed up Cao Wei's demise, so he chose to commit suicide.
Although it still faces many problems of this kind, in any case, the Wei Dynasty has died.
Just when Ma Su returned to Luoyang and controlled the situation, two lifelong enemies were swaying in Chang'an City, Guanzhong.
Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of the Shu Han Dynasty, was writing a letter to Sima Yi, the former general of Cao Wei and the governor of Longliang, to persuade him to surrender.
Luoyang fell, His Majesty committed suicide, and the news of the surrender of all civil and military officials reached Chang'an. The Wei army officers immediately exploded, and they all slashed at the city wall with their swords in frustration.
Sima Yi spent a lot of effort to calm down these rampaging soldiers. The father and son stood at the top of Chang'an City, looking at the east, talking to each other in silence.
Sima Yi had already told his two sons what needed to be said. Although the Wei Kingdom fell, he did not panic at all.
He was also waiting for Zhuge Liang's letter.
The game is like chess, and the end game is far from over.
