After getting rid of Sun Quan, Han Hao finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell down from his horse.
"Mr. Han Fu!"
The captains and generals of Jinling City rushed forward!
A general held Han Hao in his arms and found that his breathing was vague and unusually rapid.
Han Hao, who had been insisting on not letting himself fall, was now completely exhausted.
"Over the city, over there...has Sun Ce rushed out?" Han Hao whispered hoarsely.
The general's lips were trembling, his eyes were filled with tears, and his whole body was trembling involuntarily.
"Don't worry, Master Han. There is a thousand-jin gate pressing down on the other side of Wengcheng. No matter how powerful Sun Ce is, he can't break out. The man named Sun is doomed this time... Don't worry."
Han Hao pursed his lips softly and said: "That's good, that's good...Brothers Sun Ce and Sun Quan betrayed the Prime Minister. We cannot let them continue to live. Let them all die here. Then the Prime Minister will have no worries."
"Han Fujun, you... stop talking!" The general's tears fell down in big drops from his cheeks, falling on Han Hao's cheeks. The temperature was hot, and the tears were full of anxiety.
Pain and respect.
Han Hao grabbed the general's hand and said: "Don't interrupt me... I, I'm about to die, please help me bring a message to the prime minister later... Han, Han Hao started from the Baibo Valley and led the Taishan Army.
It has been ten years since I followed the Prime Minister. Mr. Han has made no other achievements to the Prime Minister in his life. Only this Jinling City... represents all my loyalty to the Prime Minister. I, I have ruled the city for eleven years.
The Prime Minister has guarded this inheritance for eleven years... Now I have returned Jinling City to the Prime Minister... I just ask the Prime Minister to take good care of his body, calm the world, and restore peace to the world..."
After saying this last sentence, Han Hao's chest began to rise and fall rapidly, his pupils diverged unconsciously, his breathing was heavy, and his grip on the general's hand became tighter and tighter.
Finally, Han Hao's hand was seen hanging to the side, and there was no movement anymore.
"Master Han Fu!" the generals shouted, but they could no longer call Han Hao back.
Since Han Hao joined the pottery merchants, he has been managing Jinling City on behalf of the pottery merchants.
Jinling City was the fundamental lifeblood of the pottery merchants, and it was also the central city with the strongest economy, the most prosperous population, and the most developed industries under his rule.
There is no doubt that Han Hao should be the first contributor to the development of Jinling City from a county town back then to the scale it is today.
He dedicated the last ten years of his life to Jinling City, and finally dedicated his life to this fertile land.
This land is full of his bitterness, his sweat, and half his life's hard work.
His body will be with this land from now on, welcoming the rising sun every day in the future.
…
At the same time, the war in Wengcheng also came to an end.
Sun Ce and his soldiers were trapped in the urn city and were defeated by the flying rocks.
Countless soldiers of the Sun Army shouted loudly in Wengcheng that they wanted to surrender, but unfortunately, the Jinling Army who threw stones from the tower ignored them at all.
The order they received was to kill them all and leave no one behind.
Not long after, they saw that the sand under the urn city was covered with solidified blood and corpses.
Those corpses looked extremely horrifying. Many of them had been smashed into pieces, and many of them had been smashed and deformed. Their shriveled bodies on the sand looked extremely horrifying and disgusting.
Sun Ce relied on his strong body and extraordinary reaction ability to avoid being hit by the stone.
However, Sun Ce's war horse had been smashed to death, and among all the Sun soldiers trapped in the barbican city, he was the only one left at this moment. He was walking on the ground with a spear in his hand, and while he was marching quickly in the field, he was fidgeting with the sky.
The flying stones have managed to survive until now with just their own strength!
All the Jinling troops on the entire city wall were shocked, including Lu Su!
Is this still a person?
Seeing the waves of flying rocks failing to hit Sun Ce, Lu Su's face sank involuntarily.
There are at least 2,000 Jinling troops on the top of the urn city... From such a high position, 2,000 people can't kill a single person? If this is reported to the ears of others, they will laugh out loud?
"You can't hit him with rocks, right?" Lu Su sneered and said, "Interesting, arrange for me to have crossbowmen shoot him with rockets!"
On the city tower, countless rockets began to shoot towards Sun Ce, surrounding him.
But Sun Ce was still happy and unafraid. As if he didn't know he was tired, he fiddled with the rockets back and forth with his war gun. He was so stunned that no arrow hit him. The people on the tower couldn't help but open their mouths.
He was surprised and said that this man is really a fierce general rarely seen in ancient and modern times.
Lu Su felt very sorry in his heart. If such a hero didn't have so many ideas and was as loyal as Lu Bu in assisting the Prime Minister, he would undoubtedly be a great help to the Prime Minister.
What a pity, what a pity, a change of thought made him have to die here today.
Even if the dense rain of arrows from our side could not hit him, it would only be because he was swiping at the same spot with his war gun and moving back and forth. However, no matter how powerful Sun Ce is, he is still a mortal, and there are times when he is tired.
, he can't hold on for long.
Sure enough, as Lu Su expected, it didn't take long for Sun Ce's battle spear to finally start to slow down, but the speed of the arrows on the tower would not slow down...
Finally, a sharp arrow shot him in the shoulder!
Not long after, another sharp arrow shot him in the back shoulder.
Not long after, a sharp arrow hit his waist.
Sun Ce finally couldn't hold on because of the pain.
He knelt down on one knee, raised his head and roared in pain.
What responded to him was the sky full of flying rocks, like rolling thunder, burying him in them.
When Sun Ce was dying, he still shouted to the sky: "Potter... I don't accept it!"
But man could never defeat God. In the end, his voice and his life were all buried in the urn of Jinling City.
Lu Su let out a long breath, looked at the battlefield below where there was no living person, lowered his head and remained silent.
"Clean the battlefield and open the gate." Lu Su calmly ordered everyone.
The Thousand Jin Gate is easy to put down, but difficult to pull up. It is not only the enemy who has trouble trying to pull it up, but also the Jinling Army itself. It also takes a lot of effort.
…
Lu Su stood under the city and looked at Sun Ce who was dragged out of the mound by the soldiers...
Even though he was dead, his handsome face was still full of anger, his eyes were wide open, and he had a feeling of never resting in peace.
Lu Su sighed softly, shook his head and said: "The anger is too strong, it's a pity."
Just as he was speaking, he saw Xu Sheng walking in along the city gate.
He was holding a bloody human head in his hand!
"Reporting to Lu to join the army, this one is Lu Meng's head... The general did something wrong and Sun Quan escaped..."
Lu Su's brows instantly wrinkled.
Xu Sheng said hurriedly: "The general has ordered Pan Zhang to chase him. He can't escape far."
Lu Su closed his eyes and said slowly: "General Xu, you have to understand that if Sun Quan runs away, all my long-term plans will be in vain."
"The last general will understand, the last general will know!" Xu Sheng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but he could only deal with it quietly.