The entire Jiangling City is like a big tree. Although it has withered and fallen silent for a short time, from the moment the city gate opened and the Xiliang troops lined up and laid down their weapons, the big tree sprouted buds again.
, glowing with vitality.
In Xiao Mohe's view, these Jiangling people did not look like they had just experienced the baptism of war. They even had only food and pots of rice left to welcome the king's master.
"The order goes down, all ministries must not disturb the people. I saw that there are many restaurants and brothels in this city. Brothers can go in if they want, but the price must be clearly marked." Xiao Mohe said in a deep voice, "If you find any burning, killing or looting, hold on to it."
Those who are rampant with weapons will be dealt with according to military law!"
"No!" The generals nodded hurriedly. In fact, the people of Jiangling were already so enthusiastic that even the thickest man would be too embarrassed to slap the smiling man!
And Xiao Mohe raised his head and looked forward. Right in front of the Royal Street, more black smoke was billowing and burning, shouts were still coming, and the war was still going on.
Chen Yu looked at the lively scene around him and the black smoke-filled palace city in front of him with some surprise. He couldn't help but sigh: "These Jiangling people really don't care about the life and death of Xiliang. You know what the palace city is like."
The fighting on the other side continues..."
Xiao Mohe couldn't help laughing: "For the Xi Liang army and the people here, when Xiao Kui appeared at the city, the war that belonged to them was actually over. Now it is not Xi Liang who is against us.
Liang, but the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Obviously these Western Liang people did not regard Lu Teng and his army as their own at all..."
After a pause, Xiao Mohe sighed: "Even for many people here, being a commoner in Xiliang is not a good choice."
Chen Yu was startled for a moment, and then he understood what Xiao Mohe meant. Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Han Dynasty, the troubled times have lasted for three to four hundred years. The loyalty of the people to a unified dynasty has long since disappeared, and it has been decades or even ten years.
Dynasties and countries are subject to turmoil and change every year, so they are not interested in who sits on the throne.
What they need is to protect their families and struggle to find a way to survive in this troubled world, rather than risking their lives for false slogans and loyalty to a dynasty.
In troubled times, people have no choice but to focus on how to survive.
Obviously many people do not have much confidence and hope in the small Jiangling City, and as Xiao Kui fell into the hands of Nan Chen, the last bit of trust in their hearts naturally dissipated. After all, for many people
, it is much better to be a Nanchen person than a Xiliang person.
"Then Lu Teng persisted for a long time. Fortunately, he could clearly see the situation in front of him and withdraw into the palace early. Otherwise, he might not know how he was betrayed by the Xiliang people who laid down their weapons.
"Xiao Mohe sighed with emotion, and just as he was about to ride his horse forward, several Pegasus scouts rushed over from behind him.
A scout grabbed the horse's rein and said happily: "General, we are reporting urgently from 800 miles away from Zhangshan County. We defeated the ambush of 5,000 light soldiers of Yuchi Jong. We defended the city for a day and a night. Now Yuchi Jong has withdrawn his troops!"
Xiao Mohe looked at the battle report in astonishment, and immediately showed an expression of joy that could not be concealed on his face. The generals following him subconsciously glanced at each other, and also breathed a sigh of relief.
Although according to what the scouts said, there were many twists and turns in the process, this Zhangshan County was like a natural chasm blocking Yuchi Jiong. And now everyone knows that this will be the last straw to overwhelm the Northern Zhou people who are struggling in the city!
With no food and grass inside and no reinforcements outside, these Northern Zhou people will lose their last hope!
Even Xiao Mohe's hands were trembling slightly. In any case, this was the first time that Xiao Mohe had commanded and planned a battle on his own, and the arrival of this battle report meant that this battle was about to begin in the south.
Complete victory came to an end.
As for the merits, everyone knows it. Even if those young people captured Xiao Kui, it is not the first merit, so now they stick to Zhangshan County and stop Yu Chijiong. The merits combined with the previous merits are enough.
.
However, this was obtained by gambling with his life again and again, so although the generals present were envious, they were not jealous.
Xiao Mohe just glanced at the battle report. The shocking losses in it were enough to make him feel heavy, but the retreat of Yuchi Jiong's army was enough to disperse all the haze. At least Yuchi Jiong's abandonment of armor meant the loss of so many soldiers.
Death in battle is not meaningless.
Slowly closing his eyes, Xiao Mohe handed the battle report to Chen Yu: "Send people to the front now. We are more happy and relieved to know the news, but Lu Teng may be different."
Chen Yu nodded solemnly.
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"General manager, come on, this way!" A general stretched out his hand to support Lu Teng, staggering between the burning houses. The courtyards of these houses where the civil and military nobles of the Western Liang Dynasty once lived have been destroyed by the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
Devoured by self-ignited fire.
The servants and maids left behind in the mansion were packing up their belongings and running away, while the crisp sound of horse hooves could be heard on the streets in the distance - that was Nan Chen's vanguard cavalry advancing forward.
Although the city wall of Jiangling's inner city is equally tall, it is not protected by a moat after all, and the northern city wall and the outer city wall are very close to each other. The Nanchen army simply moved the trebuchets and bed crossbows directly to the city wall and aimed them at the inner city not far away.
The city wall was blasted and smashed, and then he climbed onto the city wall calmly.
After all, the number of the Northern Zhou army was too small, and they had lost a lot as reserves in the previous defense of the city. Therefore, it was impossible to take care of all the city walls. However, there were many people in the south. They obviously knew the enemy's fatal weakness, and then
As the north city wall was breached, the west and south walls were soon breached. Finally, Lu Teng had to abandon the east wall where he was personally in charge and retreat into the city in embarrassment.
However, at this time, Nanchen's army had already rushed into the palace city of Xiliang from the north. Lu Teng and his remaining remnants of about a hundred men were trapped between the palaces between the inner city and the palace city, unable to advance or retreat.
Now all they can hope for is that the fires that have devoured countless carved beams and painted buildings can last longer, thus helping them hold off the Nanchen army for a longer period of time.
But everyone knows that this is just a futile resistance. When the fire is extinguished, the Nanchen army rushing up like a tide can still tear them apart. And judging from the shouts of the Nanchen army from all directions, reinforcements are far away.
It's even possible that he won't come at all.
"Put me down." Lu Teng whispered. Although his voice was low, he still carried the dignity of a lifelong military veteran.