General Zhuang and the surrounding guards were startled for a moment, but they still obeyed the order and helped Lu Teng to lean on a rockery stone nearby. Lu Teng breathed out lightly. In order to walk faster, he wore the armor on his body.
He and his helmet had been removed, and his sleeves were smeared with black ashes. His face was streaked with white and gray, and even half of his beard was burned off, making him look miserable.
If it had been half a month or even a few days ago, no one would have believed that this was the general manager of Jiangling in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the person in charge of the entire Jiangling and even Jingxiang in the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
And now Lu Teng, who was leaning on the rockery and breathing heavily, looked like a complete loser.
Of course, the surrounding soldiers still looked at Lu Teng with respect. They knew that it was this rather embarrassed old general who came to Jiangling with a death wish and led them under the enemy's frenzied attack.
He persisted for such a long time, and even tried every means to encourage the people of Xiliang, who had little fighting spirit at all, to participate in this war.
The old general has been able to reach this point and has surpassed many people in this world. If it were others, he might not be able to do better than the old general.
"General, we can't wait any longer." General Zhuang looked at Lu Teng with a tired look on his face and turned away unbearably. "The top priority is to hurry up and move towards the mansions on the west side. The fire there is not yet there."
When the fire started, the enemy was mainly blocked by us on the southeast side. As long as we can hold on..."
"It's a dead end now." Lu Teng lightly interrupted General Zhuang's words, "Actually, you, me, and everyone present all know it."
Zhuang Jiang opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he should say.
Lu Teng's eyes swept over everyone's faces: "Now that the inner city has been destroyed and the palace city has been captured by the enemy, I am afraid that the queen has already held the imperial seal to join her husband. We are now completely defeated
Lonely and abandoned, General Yuchi of Xiangyang must be at a loss for what to do at this time, and we...will not have any more reinforcements."
Feelings of disappointment filled everyone's faces. Although they didn't want to admit it, they had to admit that what Lu Teng said was the truth, the cruel truth.
Lu Teng slowly stood up, looked at the silent garden, and the billowing flames and black smoke rising from the eaves, and said lightly:
"The old man has been fighting on the battlefield all his life. In the end, he finally failed to live up to His Majesty's trust and expectations. For this, the old man can only die to apologize. This Jiangling City is lost, and the old man cannot escape the blame, but you are still young..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Teng slowly drew out his sword. Although he had lost his armor and helmet, his sword was still in his hand. This gave Lu Teng at least the choice to control his own destiny in the end.
"Old General!" The general burst into tears. The other soldiers also turned their heads slightly, not wanting to see what was about to happen.
Because they have no way to stop it.
Lu Teng laughed loudly: "Isn't it a joke if a man urinates when he is alive? If we are destined, we will fight side by side again in the next life!"
As he spoke, Lu Teng slashed his neck with his sword.
In an instant, blood spurted out.
All the Northern Zhou soldiers lowered their heads at the same time, and the footsteps behind them were getting closer and closer, as dense as raindrops.
"Yu Chijun's reinforcements have been repulsed, put down your weapons, you have no reinforcements!" A Nanchen Army member ran quickly along the corridor with a crossbowman, but when they saw the slowly falling
When I moved my body, I couldn't help but slow down my pace.
"Old General, I wonder if you are lucky that you haven't heard the news?" General Zhuang slowly threw away the weapon in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on that figure for a moment, and he couldn't help but murmur with emotion in his heart.
On June 15th, the tenth year of Taijian in the Southern Chen Dynasty (the seventh year of Jiande in the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the seventeenth year of Tianbao in the Western Liang Dynasty), the Southern Chen army attacked Jiangling City.
, had been captured by the Chen army first. On the same day, Lu Teng, the general manager of Jiangling in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, committed suicide in the city. The same martyrs were more than ten people from the Northern Zhou Dynasty generals and above, and more than twenty civil and military people from the Western Liang Dynasty.
The Western Expedition of Nanchen, which started in May, ended with the destruction of Western Liang. The counties of Jiangling, Zhangshan, and Zhangchuan in Western Liang, as well as Mianyang, Suizhou and other places in the Northern Zhou Dynasty all fell into the hands of Nanchen. At the same time,
, the general manager of Xiangyang in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Wei Chijun, led his army to rescue but failed, so he retreated to Wuning County and confronted the Chen army in the south.
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The rising water vapor made the whole world seem a little distorted, and Li Xingchen's eyes immediately moved down to the teacup filled with tea, thoughtfully.
He slept for most of the day and just recovered from the exhaustion of the bloody battle. After taking a shower, he walked directly to the lobby with disheveled hair.
Just two days ago, in the same position, Li Xingchen drank the same tea from the same cup and looked at the pouring rain outside. Now the tea has not changed, the position has not changed, the heavy rain has disappeared, and the man on duty is on duty outside the corridor.
The taxi soldiers have changed into unfamiliar faces.
Because most of the people Li Xingchen was familiar with before...have stayed on the city wall in the distance forever.
With a sigh in his heart, Li Xingchen picked up the tea cup and drank the tea in one gulp.
After struggling so hard, I was finally not completely swallowed up by this troubled world.
"Shizhong, how are you resting?" The sound of footsteps came, Xiao Shilian walked in with a smile, and Li Xingchen felt a cold sweat on his back, "Is your injury okay?"
Why is there something wrong with this guy's eyes? Could it be that he has been turned off after not seeing him for more than a day?
Of course, Xiao Shilian didn't know what Li Xingchen was thinking. If he knew, he would have made a lot of noises. He, Xiao Shilian, was an upright man and had no interest in men at all.
"I'm fine. Are all the soldiers who died in the battle buried?" Li Xingchen's voice was a little low. He didn't want to look at the blood-red numbers and the blood-red list anymore, even if he knew that the enemy paid several times the price, he also knew
There will be more opportunities for me to see these in the future.
As for the injuries on his body, in the previous fierce offensive and defensive battle, Li Xingchen also suffered a few more wounds, but fortunately they were all flesh wounds and nothing serious. After all, Li Ping, Chen Zhishen and others were accompanied by their personal guards at that time.
It may not be that easy to protect him tightly even if you want to break your muscles and bones.
Perhaps Li Xingchen had already adapted to being injured since these battles, so if Xiao Shilian hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about it.
"Don't worry about this." Xiao Shilian nodded, "Brother Da Shi personally took people to bury the brothers. You also know that guy's meticulous nature in doing things. He will definitely not treat these good brothers badly. Now everyone is buried
Well, we have to find a time to bring all the living people to pay homage."
Li Xingchen suddenly stood up: "This is natural."
Xiao Shilian remembered something and took out the battle report from his sleeve and handed it to Li Xinchen: "You should take a look at this first. Jiangling City was taken and Lu Teng committed suicide."
"Suicide?" Li Xingchen raised his eyebrows and sighed softly. This old Northern Zhou general was actually harder than he thought.