Chapter 594: How can we live alone when we are together?
What a scene it would be like when tens of thousands of cavalry gallop across the wilderness...Only those who have seen this scene with their own eyes are qualified to describe it.
That was really overwhelming...a roaring tsunami...
A dark wave suddenly rose from the plain, mercilessly destroying all life along the way.
It's like a blade being swung towards the target, everything in front of the blade will be cut off easily.
The long horn sounded, and Pang De personally beat the drum for Chang'an.
It's just that... Chang'an today is like an empty city, with no one to fight, and only a few thousand soldiers. They have to overcome the fear in their hearts and respond to the bursts of drums with howls.
The people of Chang'an City carried night lights, and countless people cried and prayed that poor Chang'an would not be devoured by fire again.
The children threw themselves into their mother's arms one after another, crying continuously, while the young mother shrank and looked at the shaking bowls and chopsticks on the table...the cavalry was coming...the cavalry was coming to collect people.
The refugees had fled Chang'an through Xuanping Gate and Qingming Gate in the east of the city three days ago.
Tonight, those who are still in Chang'an are mostly the old, weak, sick and young who cannot leave——
They want to leave, but they can't... The feeling of desperate waiting for death is not something that anyone can face calmly.
——
Zhong Yao, who was on the city wall, looked at the Xiliang cavalry charging towards them without any scruples, and took deep breaths more than once to adjust his mentality.
"Maybe my life will end here..."
He thought to himself, but suddenly he heard the soldiers beside him shouting:
"Prefect! General! A group of soldiers and horses appeared in the southwest! They are holding the banner with the word Zhao and are heading towards Chang'an!"
"What did you say?"
For a moment, Zhong Yao was desperate, thinking that there was more than one army coming towards Chang'an... He knew that Han Sui and Zhang Lu were traveling together to attack Chang'an... They couldn't bear these 100,000 people... If there were still people following this
The wave of rebellion...not only is something going on in Chang'an...it's also a question of whether Longyou can withstand such an offensive.
But...but what did he hear?
Zhao character banner?
Suddenly he was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He quickly rushed to the west side of the city wall. He leaned out and looked at the southwest mountain pass. Under the moonlight, in a burst of dust, a group of people was no less powerful than the one in front.
The fierce Xiliang cavalry soldiers and horses are rushing towards Chang'an.
"It's not the enemy! It's the reinforcements! It's... the army of Qiang Taoist order Zhao Ang!"
"Quick!! Reach General Zhao quickly!"
Zhong Yao was already old, but when he realized that the reinforcements had arrived, he still couldn't calm down the excitement in his heart.
He shouted loudly to the garrison on the city... Countless soldiers who had almost lost their fighting spirit due to despair suddenly cheered up when they heard reinforcements arriving from the southwest!
Chang'an City came to life in an instant!
The war drums were beating in unison, and the shouts of killing were not only heard among the Xiliang cavalry troops, but also hovered over Chang'an.
"what happened!"
Han Sui shouted, his eyes filled with anger.
Soon there were soldiers beside him reporting to him:
"Report General! An army suddenly appeared on the west side! It is suspected to be reinforcements from Chang'an... The vanguard headed by it is holding a banner with the word Zhao... and is running towards us non-stop! General! What should we do!"
Han Sui finally cursed:
"Damn it! It is indeed Zhao Ang! If I had known this, I should have killed him when he was still under Wei Kang!"
He spat angrily, with a ferocious face, and responded quickly:
"The army obeys the order! Defeat the enemy's reinforcements first! Zhang Tianshi will come from behind to besiege Chang'an! Come on!"
Han Sui raised his spear in anger, and wherever the spear pointed, the cavalry began to kill. The Xiliang cavalry, which instantly changed its direction, charged towards Zhao Ang's army rushing to support Chang'an without stopping...
They are heavy cavalry... Most of the cavalry led by Zhao Ang are improvised troops... If they are really fighting hand to hand, it is hard to imagine how Zhao Ang would deal with such an unstoppable army...
And just as Han Sui said.
When they changed their target and decided to defeat Chang'an's reinforcements first, Ziwu Valley finally defeated the most terrifying army in the Chang'an battle——
A call that was as shocking as the Sanskrit sound came from every mouth of an army numbering one hundred thousand:
“It is duty-bound to kill dissidents!”
Someone was singing! Praising the teachings of the Five Pecks of Rice Sect. In the eyes of the fanatical believers, they only had the desire to destroy Chang'an and kill dissidents.
This is a group of lunatics, a group of lunatics who are crazy for the favor of the Heavenly Master.
They are ignorant people...but at this moment, they have terrifying combat power comparable to Cao Cao's most elite troops.
Hanzhong people wearing square turbans and white turbans all over the mountains and plains are approaching Chang'an step by step with heavy steps.
Zhang Luyao was sitting on a large sedan chair in the open air.
Beside him were dancing servants, whose faces were full of blissful expressions.
Then... Zhang Lu raised his eyes, pointed at the lonely city of Chang'an, as if playfully, and said with a smile:
"Ruined it..."
Immediately afterwards came thousands of congregants, shouting chants that would even break one’s heart:
"Five buckets of rice! All people are prosperous!"
"Master Shijun has an order! Chang'an is destroyed!"
"Master Shijun has an order! Chang'an will be destroyed..."
At this moment, if anyone can watch this scene of fanaticism spreading like an epidemic up close, can they say even one word of fearlessness?
It seems that the entire world is under the control of this group of fanatical believers. At this moment... Zhang Lu is the biggest in heaven and earth... Chang'an? It's just a small town that can be destroyed with a twist of the finger.
——
Zhao Ang naturally saw the powerful Xiliang cavalry that suddenly turned its head to kill him.
He gritted his teeth and roared in an angry voice:
"Zhao Qu and Liang Kuan! You lead 10,000 soldiers and horses and rush to Governor Zhong! The Xiliang soldiers and horses here will be led by me and generals Pang Gong and Yang Fu to resist!"
"Old Zhao! What nonsense are you talking about! Those are Han Sui's Xiliang troops! There are thirty thousand Xiliang heavy cavalry, and we will take away ten thousand! How can you compete with them with ten thousand!"
"Stop talking nonsense! I, Zhao Ang, came here today, and I have no intention of going back alive! Zhao Qu! Get out of here and go to Chang'an! Otherwise, I will be the first to kill you!"
Zhao Ang, who was stern and stern, had a very scary look in his eyes at this moment, but Zhao Qu, Liang Kuan and others... which one of them was not a brother who shared life and death with Zhao Ang through thick and thin?
They guarded Liangzhou together and worked hard for the big man... At this moment... Zhao Ang asked them to abandon themselves. No one could do such indifferent behavior...
However... there simply wasn't that much time left for them to think about it.
Zhao Ang gritted his teeth and kicked Zhao Qu's horse on the butt. The frightened horse couldn't help but run straight in the direction of Chang'an.
The army was split into two in an instant. Zhao Ang lowered his body, raised his gun, and without saying a word, he directly led the people to kill in the direction of Han Sui's army.
In the distance... there was only a furious roar:
"Zhao Ang, you bastard! If you dare to die! How dare our brothers not collect your body for you! You bastard!"
"hehe…"
"Then I won't accept it..."
Zhao Ang murmured, with only determination in his eyes.
He may not know that Wang Yi, who was left behind by her in Jicheng, is sitting on a bench at home - on the table is a long lamp, which she lit for her husband Zhao Ang.
And on the beam...a bunch of white silk is slowly falling down——
Wang Yi smiled tenderly. She held her head and looked through the family letters on the table that she had sent her thoughts to Zhao Ang... She had known for a long time that Zhao Ang left this time with the intention of dying——
Wang Yi, who was humming a little tune, put all his tenderness into the tune:
