Letting the blood flow from his chest, Lin Mu grabbed the Hun's neck and pulled the Hun's head off.
The Hun's body fell to the ground with a plop, leaving only the head still held in Lin Mu's hand. The Hun's mouth was still moving, as if he wanted to say something.
Lin Mu casually threw the head aside, and then walked along the place where the Huns ran.
Less than half an hour after walking, a loud noise came over.
In Taiyuan City, Yang Chou was dismantling the houses in the city. At this time, Yang Chou had been guarding the city for more than a month.
At first, Yang Chou didn't want to join any imperial court at all. There was no way to go to the imperial court where he could feel comfortable being a prince in a separate state.
Moreover, Yang Chou not only sent a document to the court, he also sent documents to Yuan Shao of Jizhou and Cao Cao of Yanzhou.
The document stated that he had taken refuge with Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, but these two people seemed to be in no mood to care about him now.
Yuan Shao is now plotting against Qingzhou, but there are too many yellow scarf troops in Qingzhou and they cannot take it in a short time.
Cao Cao didn't find any trouble. Although Cao Ren was officially called a rebel by the court, so what?
Nowadays, among all the princes in the world, are there still those who obey the emperor’s orders to attack disobedient ministers?
Not at all. People with this heart don't have the strength, and people with this strength don't have the heart.
Several Han clans have not even thought about it. Liu Yan is now the local emperor in Yizhou, Liu Biao lives a happy life in Jingzhou, and although Liu Yu respects the imperial court, he is missing now.
Not to mention Yuan Shu. After Sun Jian defeated several cities in Yangzhou and Jingzhou one after another, Yuan Shu, who had greatly increased his power, had already regarded the court's words as farts.
As for the other small forces, they couldn't save him even if they came.
Now the only hope is the court, but will the court send troops to rescue him?
Yang Chou was desperate inside, and he realized that no one might come to save him.
But the matter was not over yet, and no one dared to relax at all.
What if someone sends troops to rescue us?
Just then a soldier came to report Yang Chou.
"General, the Xiongnu tribes outside the city have retreated!"
Yang Chou raised his head and took a look at the sky, and found that the sky was no brighter than Cai Yinshi (3-5).
"How could it be possible? The Huns' army had been attacking until Chenshi in the past few days. How could they retreat so early today?"
The soldier just shook his head and said.
"I don't know."
Yang Chou thought for a moment, then asked his soldiers to continue demolishing the houses, and then walked towards the city wall.
Taiyuan County is already cold in the north, and now that it's winter, it's even colder.
But even so, Yang Chou still wanted to demolish the house because there was no other way.
The incident happened suddenly, and he did not prepare any decent defense equipment at all, so he could only use rolling logs and stones.
At first there were trees in the city, but after ten days there were none.
So they could only tear down the stones from the houses and use them to defend the city.
Fortunately, the people in the city also understood that if the city was destroyed, they would probably not end well, so they also helped demolish their own houses.
Now that it is demolished, it can be rebuilt in the future. If it is not demolished, I am afraid that there will be no chance to live in the house again.
Yang Chou walked to the city wall and looked cautiously outside the city. The expected arrows did not come, so Yang Chou became bolder.
The Huns are good at horseback archery, but the Huns' arrows at this time may not be very good, so the distance is very limited.
But even if it was limited, it could still shoot sixty or seventy steps away, so the Huns often attacked the defenders on the city wall.
"Huh? What happened to these Huns?"
Yang Chou soon discovered that these Huns didn't care about them at all, but kept transferring people from the city to the south.
Although the Huns were abnormal, Yang Chou did not dare to act rashly.
This area is a great plain. Even if we can break out, we will be chased by the Huns one after another. At that time, we might as well defend the city.
A soldier looked at the group of Huns under the city and said with joy in his heart.
"Could reinforcements have arrived?"
Yang Chou glanced at the Xiongnu in the south, and then nodded.
"Perhaps reinforcements have indeed arrived."
When Yang Chou said these words, all the soldiers present cheered.
When the people in the city heard this, they cheered for joy. After all, the feeling of waiting to die was really uncomfortable.
Seeing the people around him becoming more popular, Yang Chou had a trace of bitterness on his face.
In fact, it is nonsense to say that reinforcements are coming. If reinforcements are really coming, the Huns under the city still dare to block the door. Are they really not afraid of being attacked from both inside and outside?
And this time only 200 to 500 people will be transferred. Isn't this a fueling tactic?
No matter how stupid the Huns were, how could they make such a stupid mistake?
When the two armies are fighting, they must crush their opponents in one go and replace one group of people at a time. What is the difference between that and committing suicide?
The reason why Yang Chou said there were reinforcements was because of morale. Now Taiyuan has been defended for more than a month.
If we keep guarding it any longer, I'm afraid the houses will be demolished, but it will be even colder by then.
The Huns don't have to do anything at all, they just need to keep wearing them down, and they can be defeated when winter comes.
Now the Huns are doing exactly this. The weather is getting colder and colder, and many soldiers have frostbite on their hands and feet.
Morale is low, and the weather is getting colder. If reinforcements are not coming, how long can this morale last?
It's better to say that the reinforcements have arrived, which will boost morale. At least they don't have to worry about it in the past few days.
It was getting late, and when night fell, Yang Chou put on his clothes and went to sleep.
Early the next morning, the first thing Yang Chou did when he woke up was to go take a look at the city wall. When Yang Chou walked out of the room, he suddenly seemed to feel something and stretched out his hand.
Soon a piece of white snowflake fell into Yang Chou's hand. The snowflake was as white and flawless as a goose feather.
The temperature in the palm of my hand quickly melted the snowflakes, but soon two more fell into my hand.
Yang Chou looked up and saw that it had begun to snow in the sky.
The snow falls one after another, looking white and beautiful.
But Yang Chou's mood hit rock bottom. With such a heavy snowfall, the warmth he had stored was about to begin to be consumed.
But there are not many things to start the fire. A lot of rolling logs were lost out of the city a few days ago. Although some are left, there are really not many left.
Yang Chou came to the southern city wall and wanted to command today's defense, but he soon discovered that something seemed wrong.
There seem to be fewer Huns besieging the city today. Is it because of the snow?
But soon Yang Chou discovered that another group of Huns soldiers was heading south.
Yang Chou frowned. He couldn't figure out what these Huns were doing.
"How many of these Huns have been transferred?"
Yang Chou asked a soldier guarding the city beside him.
"General, if we were to keep up with yesterday, there would be more than 3,000 people."
