The war lasted for more than a year.
There were a total of six cities in which civilians and refugees poured into the rebel army in a steady stream. Even the original soldiers and soldiers from several outer cities also returned home in despair. The rebel army composed of thousands of refugees expanded to tens of thousands, and its momentum was overwhelming. In just one year, it defeated two inner-A cities, leaving only the first inner-A city in the middle of Feng City. It was difficult to support it alone. .
When the rebel army first gained momentum, it was thanks to the care of the city lord of Zhongyi City that he gave all the remaining money and food in the city, as well as the soldiers' armor and weapons, to Han Jiangling, so that most of the refugees who would follow him to aid the rebel army were Transformed into the appearance of wearing armor and fighting, no matter how good they are at arranging troops, at worst they look little different from ordinary soldiers. If it had been based on the ragged clothes and the ax in hand, he might not have been able to achieve today's situation, let alone conquer two cities, which is a major event that no one in Feng City would have dared to think of.
But even so, the casualties of the rebels were extremely heavy. Although the danger of catastrophic disasters and people everywhere having enough food was slightly relieved for a year, after all, the inner armor city soldiers had enough food and the city walls were high and difficult to defend. During the siege, the city lords of the three cities had a vicious plan. During the siege season, in exchange for the life of one of the defenders, more than a dozen refugees would have to sacrifice their lives. Dozens of people would often die before they could even climb half a step up the city wall, with corpses piled up on top of each other. , almost as high as half the city gate at every turn, it can be said that corpses are strewn across the field, and several corpse burial trenches have been dug and stretched throughout. It is no longer known how many lives were lost in the capture of these two inner cities. Just to prevent soldiers from rushing out of the city at night, most of the countless rebels slept with their armor and clothes stained with blood.
Two of the leaders elected by the rebel army were killed in the battle, leaving only Lu Zicheng. Later, Han Jiangling was elected as the leader of the rebel army. The two men were in charge of the rebel army together for only a year, but they had a life-long friendship. During the siege season Proper planning allowed the second inner city to be forcibly opened in just two months. Lu Zicheng had two deep knife marks on his face, and his left arm had been wounded several times and was no longer very agile. Fortunately, he was good at using the sword with his right hand, so his skills did not deteriorate a lot. Han Jiangling led his troops to charge into the city one after another, large and small. He suffered dozens of injuries, the most serious one being a sneak attack that nearly shattered both his patellas. Although he had a doctor accompanying the army and had been training for a long time, his legs were no longer as flexible as before and were slightly lame.
After Han Jiangling took his parents to Neijia City, he settled the other four people properly. The mansion was exquisite and elegant, but it was rare for the children who had always been very discerning to look straight at it. They were amazed and said that it was really Neijia. There is great wealth in the city. Living here for a few days will be better than living in Bing City outside for ten years. Compared with the children, Fu Guiru was always worried, fearing that Han Jiangling would die one day. He had repeatedly tried to dissuade him from continuing to approach the capital city of Inner A with the rebels. After all, it was the most powerful inner city in Feng City. Among them, the defenders There are countless soldiers with good bows and crossbows. If you attack the city rashly, you will be asking for danger. Going deep into it will definitely endanger your life.
Not to mention that the young man, who was treated by good doctors and good medicines, and finally faded away from his illness, often talked to Han Jiangling, saying that when he was young, he had picked up two volumes of military books, and the superiors said that ten should be used to siege, and five to attack. If it is doubled, it is divided. Based on the number of rebels now, it seems that the army is much larger than before, but there are more than ten thousand households in Neijia City, not to mention that the Lord's Palace of Fengcheng is located in it. To break this city, we need to take a long-term plan. If Han Jiangling If you can really enter the city and hold the power of Feng City with Lu Zicheng in the future, even if the two have a life-long friendship, you still need to think carefully about whether there is such a common thing as the rabbit will die and the dog will be cooked.
It is rare for Bingyangzi to speak such truth, but Han Jiangling's mind is different now.
Hidden in the middle of Feng City, the gate of the first city of Nejia was unbreakable and stuck in the throat, not to mention that Han Jiangling wanted to ask the city lord face to face.
Han Jiangling's temperament had already been well understood by Fu Guiru, and he tried hard to dissuade him. However, he also knew that the person he loved had been like this ever since he took over the rusty and extremely damaged long knife outside Zhongyi City. Just like the feathers of an arrow leaving the string, there is always no turning back when the bow is opened, and there is no reason for everything to end midway. Therefore, he willingly swallowed the word "fear and fear" in his throat, and just packed up the clothes, armor, sword and horses for Han Jiangling. The silence became less and less clear day by day.
"Man, why don't you take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Guanshan?"
It was rare for the sick man to have leisure and elegance today. He was able to sit up with the help of the old man. He sat on the wicker chair in the courtyard of the mansion and looked around. When he saw that no one was around, he started humming the tune he had learned in the teahouse earlier. However, I only remember these words, but when I think about it again, I feel that my mind is groggy and chaotic. It is probably because I haven't woken up for a long time, which makes the spiritual platform chaotic, so I just turn it over and over again. I only sing this line, and I still have the leisure to look around the mansion. , obviously never thought that he would be able to enjoy such a generous treatment.
The Neijia City Mansion was originally the former residence of the city lord, but ever since the rebels entered the city, it was feasible to leave two paths open to the city lord who was strictly guarding but had no real ability. One is that people die for wealth, and the family wealth can be kept, but whether the city lord can save his life has to be decided by the rebels and refugees. I think these rebels were abandoned by others, and they have been fighting for a long time. They have seen the same miserable life of Pao Ze die, so for this The city lord who has done nothing much should have something to say. The other way is to leave with gold and silver, disguise himself, and maybe still find a way to survive.
However, the two inner city lords died without exception, and all the people in power in the city met a miserable end. Lu Zicheng was a straightforward and loyal person, but he had always scorned the word "kindness and softness", even Han Jiang Ling also tried to dissuade his actions, but he still showed no restraint.
"You only have a little knowledge to show off, and you have some confidence. You talk too much and it hurts your nerves. It's so easy to find such a brilliant doctor who can slightly relieve your deep-rooted disease. I'm just happy. You must take good care of your health."
When the young man came back to his senses, he saw that the child was already squatting down in the middle of the courtyard, looking lazily towards him. Just as he was about to reply, he realized that the child's expression seemed different from before. It was difficult for him to endure it, and he deliberately planned to hear what the child had. What a blessing.
"That old man has never been freed from his old dream, and he is still young and cannot see clearly what is happening in front of him. You are already so old, how can you still be like a young and short-sighted young man who has never seen that he is Are you still involved in the situation? It's rare that that boy Han Jiangling risked his life to protect you and me, but he is still in a big dream and is reluctant to wake up. It should be said that the old man likes to stay calm, or he is just too dull."
The young man blinked and didn't understand at all, but the woman who was mending clothes in the main hall of the mansion raised her head for no reason and looked blankly in the direction of the child. Her expression kept changing, but in the end she caught a glimpse of Han Jiangling's body in hand, which was damaged in many places, and The clothes still stained with blood still looked back, with lowered eyes, and carefully mended them with a needle.
In October, Lu Zicheng led the rebel army to storm the gate of the first city of Neijia. They were defeated by rolling logs and kerosene, and tens of thousands of rebel troops were lost. They had to retreat to the adjacent city to recuperate. Han Jiangling was urgently mobilized to lead his troops to rush for reinforcements. Another fierce attack took place in recent months. It wasn't until autumn was deep and it was already the light winter. With the price of losing 20,000 rebel troops, they finally broke into the innermost capital city of Feng City.
Under the continuous smoke of the wolf, Han Jiangling, wearing damaged armor, led his troops into the city.
Even though the situation was so desperate, there were still guards in the city fighting to the death. Even if the rebels left behind tens of thousands of corpses and remnants, forced their way into the city, and ambushed with arrows in the streets, it was still difficult to defeat them, especially near the city lord's palace, which was the most prosperous. , although Lu Zicheng led his troops to fight vigorously, blocking the guards who were coming from all directions for Han Jiangling's troops, Han Jiangling, who was leading the way, was still struggling. It took more than two hours, and it was time to kill Kaitiao when the sky was bright. The path to the City Lord's Mansion detours from a Taoist temple-like mansion and stands in front of the City Lord's Mansion.
Han Jiangling was already at the end of his strength. Moreover, the lesions were beginning to appear and he could not see clearly. He still relied on his troops to rush into the palace and broke into the city lord's palace with his sword.
Stepping in from the door, dozens of guards were killed by the sword. They crossed the jade bridge through the corridor, went around three liang ponds and went up the corridor, and then they could see the main hall. But behind Han Jiangling, the clear pond was stained with blood, and the jade bridge was littered with corpses. Destroy the splendor of this place.
The person sitting in the main hall is not the city lord, nor the man in feathers, but a Taoist.
The Taoist who was chanting the scriptures silently turned around and looked up to see Han Jiangling covered in blood and with a sharp sword in front of the door. He couldn't help but be startled, and then he raised the corners of his mouth and grinned. Sitting here is really boring, but fortunately, I have finally met the person I want to see, so before that, it is not a waste of time.
But Han Jiangling in front of the main hall ignored the pretentious Taoist priest in front of him. He wiped away the blood on his face and looked around, and finally chuckled.
"How can the dignified Lord of Feng City be a Taoist?"
"How can Han Jiangling, the dignified leader of the rebel army, who came out from the humble people of Waibing City, be half a cripple?" The Taoist clearly knew the origin of the person in front of him, and without taking a step back, he replied, "I am a poor Taoist. There is no such thing as judging a person’s preferences based on their appearance, but the leader of the rebel army who walked up to Pindao step by step, and Han Jiangling, who claimed to be seeking justice for ordinary people, could have the petty behavior of judging people based on their appearance, which really makes Pindao very heartbroken.”
"Where is the city lord? I want to talk to him about something." Han Jiangling ignored the Taoist's nonsense and moved forward with the knife, but there was a shaking in front of his eyes.
Countless red tassels fell down and hung in the main hall. Han Jiangling, whose eyesight became increasingly dim, hurriedly raised his head, holding a horizontal knife in front of him, but found that except for the red tassels reflected in the sunlight, nothing else was attached to him until he After the face, clothes, armor, and swords were all covered in vermilion, the red tassels fluttering in the wind slowly fell down, spanning the space between Han Jiangling and the Taoist.
Enchanting and grotesque, bright and gloomy.
Some people died, but not completely...
