The biggest stain on Cao Cao's life is the slaughter of the city.

When Wang Hou had not crossed over at the time of Tu Xuzhou, he had not seen any scenes, but he had caught up with the famous Tuliu City in history.

However, it is not that the entire Liucheng 200,000 households were slaughtered, the population is all treasures, not to mention the cavalry composed of Wuhuan in the three counties, Cao Cao has also coveted it for a long time, in the chaotic roar, he has rested for the past two days, and when he is hungry, he will go to the Wuhuan camp to grab the sheep directly, and the dried vegetables and stewed sheep soup brought by Wang Hou are almost healed, and even the Han cavalry that has gained a pound or two of weight came out like a cloud, and viciously rushed into the camp of the Wuhuan people stationed outside the city, whipped with whips and spear shafts, and drove them out with the flock as they drove them out.

If it was five days ago, tens of thousands of 50,000 people might have rebelled against one or two, but now, time has not only consumed their will, there are cavalry who have fled back from the battlefield of White Wolf Mountain one after another to tell how fierce and terrifying the Han army is, but also frightened their courage, driven by the cavalry of the Han army, groups of Wuhuan Shan Yu tribesmen are also docile like sheep, driven to the valley mouth of the Liucheng valley like a big dustpan, guarded by Xiahoudun and others, and poured out the battlefield.

Immediately, while the enslaved Han people were lying on their stomachs and watching, the majestic and high-spirited Cao army hoplite group marched into the battlefield again, occupying all the core pastoral areas that once belonged to the Wuhuan people.

Although the slaughter of the city can be regarded as tragic and inhumane, from a political point of view, Cao Cao's hand, Wang Hou really can't tell what is wrong! After all, now the Central Plains is in turmoil, at this time the Han army is out of the fortress, Cao Cao has already taken a huge risk, on the one hand, he must finish his work in one battle, cut the ambitious Wuhuan superstructure to the roots, and the province will become a trouble, on the other hand, it is also shocking other grassland Hu tribes, this is the end of betrayal of Tianhan!

In the Liucheng walled city built by Qiu Juli, there were thousands of noble elders of the Wuhuan tribe, regardless of men, women, old and young, who were in a catastrophe.

However, if Mr. Cao didn't remove his special tools for the magic stick from the ship, then Wang Hou would be even happier!

In front of the gate of Wuhuan Liucheng Cottage, the five people have more than 1,500 catties, the buttocks are big and the mouth is narrow, and the naval cannon with the word Rizhao on the book was picked up by more than a dozen big men with wooden sticks on their shoulders, and the muzzle of the cannon was padded with a sack, and the murderous aura at an angle of 30 degrees pointed directly at the gate made of thick wood nails.

There was no chance to surrender at all, on the wall of the stockade, in the frightened and stunned eyes of those Wuhuan nobles, and in the depressed and contemptuous gaze of Wang Hou, Cao Cao shook his generous prime minister's robe, carried his sword upside down, and strode up to the platform.

Hula, Jiang Ziya, with his big sleeves, waved so handsomely, the green steel sword that cut out a small gap pointed directly at the Wuhuan walled city, his voice was mighty, and Cao Cao roared and roared.

"Huanghuang Tianhan, Ze was thousands of miles, now there is a little Wuhuan, after Donghu, the genus of Huhu is different, dare to invade my border pass and invade my countryside, and kidnap my border people, it is unforgivable! Enter my Cao Mengde, and ask for it by the edict of the Son of Heaven! Qin Tian's order to execute the head of Wuhuan! ”

"Come on! Thunder! Thief City! Scold! ”

I have to say that the point of pretending to be a god stick, Cao Laozhang is a little better than Wang Hou, a foolish fake Taoist, and in the loud reprimand, the five gunners invited from Wang Hou Rizhao have already stuffed the red-hot iron rod into the butt of the cannon, only to hear a few thunderous sounds, five pills The size of more than 100 shotguns accompanied by the fire snake roared out from the cannon mouth, and in the sound of the bang, it was only isolated more than 40 meters, and the door of the stockade made of wood was directly blown apart, and the wood crackled and shattered. Even the Wuhuan aristocratic shooters who blocked the door behind were torn to minced meat by the manic chemical energy, and the power of firearms was unparalleled in the world.

But what is not perfect is that Cao Cao, who was full of curiosity, didn't think about recoil at all, and the gunpowder seemed to be too much, and with a few buzzing sounds, the five cannons all bounced up without exception, and there was a sergeant next to him who couldn't dodge, and a cannon actually clicked and smashed on his thigh, and the sound of bone cracking accompanied by a terrible scream also sounded in front of Cao's army.

Fortunately, this effect has already been shocked, harmless, waving the Heavenly Sword forward, Cao Cao didn't even look at it and roared out.

"The thunder has broken through the thief city, and the three armies are moving forward, leaving no grass behind! Kill! ”

Bang la la la la~

Dense footsteps sounded, the blood was boiling by this mysterious and stimulating, the violent Han infantry held halberds, held ring-headed knives, and charged forward intensively without fear of death, and then in the city, earth-shattering shouts and killings sounded.

In the sound of poofing, in less than a minute, I have seen a Han army soldier rushing up the city wall, the fierce impact of the weapon, the corpses of the Wuhuan nobles who were slashed fell down one by one, on the street, the frightened Wuhuan women and children cried and fled back to the house made of felt bags and wood, the Han army who had killed the red eyes did not even look at it, directly pushed the dry firewood from the nearby firewood pile, blocked the door, threw a torch into it, and the black smoke was like a devil, and the teeth and claws floated up.

With the momentum of the offensive moving forward step by step, in just ten minutes, the whole city has fallen into a raging sea of fire, accompanied by the cry, the desperate roar before death, the cowardly cry for mercy, the screams of being killed, together intertwined a hellish symphony on earth, and with his hands behind his back to the sword upside down to face the burning Liucheng, Cao Cao's wide robe and big sleeves are also fluttering with the fire wind, that majesty, like a god and demon.

However, standing beside him, Wang Hou seemed to vaguely hear him sighing.

"Killing is benevolent!"

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Another flock of crows and vultures hovered over Liucheng with an unpleasant hiss, and the dead silence swooped down to catch a mouthful of dead meat.

Fight for the city, kill the city!

In the siege of the city, the Han army is the grandfather in the end, not to mention that there are artillery directly blasted open the city gate, and the Han soldiers who rushed in brutally executed Cao Cao's order to slaughter the city.

These few words summarize the hill in front of Wang Hou, exuding an amazing fishy smell of the first level mountain, not only slaughtered the city, but even Cao Cao ordered people to cut down the heads and cast them at the gate of the city to form a Beijing view.

The city gate that has been burned to charcoal, will hang on the horse's neck, has rotted and smelly Shan Yu head plucked, contemptuously glanced, full of border people to these steppe wolf riding hatred, Zhang Liao is casually thrown to the first mountain, the edge of the city gate, hundreds of Han soldiers with shovels, a handful of sand and soil up, a loess Jingguan was built by them little by little.

And not far from Jingguan, the black smoke drifted all day, full of fear, one of the eight major tribes of Wuhuan, the first Vollidu tribe could not hold back the fear, and the entire tribe led the sheep to the edge of Liucheng, and the first to formally surrender to the Han army.

While looking at Jingguan, who was buried little by little, the tribal chief Li Dugen, who was wearing a bearskin coat, knelt tremblingly under the banner of the Han army.