Everything is calculated. At a distance of fifty paces, the two sides staggered around twenty-five, and the crossbow shot made the knight's crotch stand up amazingly, and several of them fell to the ground with arrows. When the knight rushed forward again, Tian Er, who was holding Fusu, was blocked by the inkman who raised his spear. As soon as Tian Er and Yan Jinan got on the suspension bridge, the suspension bridge was pulled up.

"Put!" A crossbow suddenly appeared at the head of the city, and the artillery opened fire without saying a word. The roaring cannon sounded, and the female wall at the head of the city fell down in response, and although Yan Wuyi and others behind the wall fell down, they were still hit by the mud debris stirred up by the cannonballs, and they were beaten all over the body.

"Putting ——!" The first round of shelling was not accurate, and the commander of the gun adjusted and began the second round of firing. Although the Moshi were able to capture Fusu, they could not be hoisted into the city under the threat of artillery.

"Brother Wang......" Qi Qian was quickly sent over by the knight, she has no master, seeing that the artillery is bombarding the city wall three hundred steps away, the city is broken and debris is flying down, as soon as she gets out of the car, she grabs Xiong Jing's sleeve and cries: "Don't hurt Fusu!" Don't hurt Su! ”

The shelling completely suppressed the ink people at the head of the city, but there was a real possibility of injuring Fusu. This is a smoothbore gun, and an error of more than ten meters cannot be avoided. But if the shelling stopped, Fusu was taken away by them.

"Great King," the commander of the second division said, "The ink man has no faith, but Fu Su is the eldest son of the Qin State, and they will not harm him if they take it." ”

'Boom——! The artillery fire was fierce, and Fusu's cries could be clearly heard in the artillery fire. Mi Qian cried even more sadly when she heard the voice, and her eyes were already pleading when she looked at Xiong Jing.

"If the shelling stops, he knows that I am worried about helping the Soviet Union, and I will lose supporting the Soviet Union." The commander of the fourth division, Shen Buxian, shook his head. He understands this kind of struggle between people's hearts very well. The King of Qin still does not know what to do, the intention of the Mo family is obviously to establish Fusu as the king of Qin, Fusu is young and his heart is undecided, and the Mo family must have a way to turn him into an anti-Chu person.

"Brother Wang, woo woo......" Seeing that Xiong Jing was still hesitating, she cried even more. Xiong Jing saw again that a suspended spleen was falling in the artillery fire, and Fusu, who was being held by Tian Er, shouted and screamed, but was still stuffed into the hanging spleen and hung up with Yan Junan.

"Stop!" The Mo family doesn't care if Fusu lives or dies, Xiong Jing helplessly shouted.

The "stop ......" artillery bombardment was in full swing, and upon hearing the king's order, the artillery school had to order all artillery to stop firing.

Although the sound of the cannon stopped, the sound of the cannon in Yan Wuyi's ears was still endless, and it was not until his son Yan Cheng helped him up from the ground that he knew that Jing Ren had compromised. They cared about Fusu's life, so they didn't dare to fire again. The city wall was seven feet and two feet high, and Fusu and his daughter Ju Nan were quickly pulled up. Yan Wuyi smiled with a dark face, and said proudly: "It's not enough." ”

Yan Wu in the city was proud, and when the city saw that Fusu had fallen into their hands again, she actually wanted to run back to Xianyang, but Xiong Jing grabbed her and didn't let her go.

"Tyrant King!" Fusu was in hand, and Yan Wuyi, who was not afraid of shelling, shouted in the city. Because the distance was too far, Xiong Jing could only hear intermittent content, mainly scolding himself for "tyrannizing and innocent, torturing pregnant women, setting fire to the city ......" and so on.

As a reflection of human thoughts, thoughts determine actions and words, and at the same time expose the essence of the social environment. Yan Wuyi scoffed at these remarks, he understood that these words were not really criticizing himself, but saying them to his own people.

Xiong Jing was right. As soon as Yan Wuyi finished speaking, he knelt in front of Fusu and shouted in his mouth: "...... The ministers swore to defend Qin to the death to reject the Jing people. ”

"The ministers swear to defend Qin to the death to reject the Jing people!" The ink ministers in the city shouted quickly, and the momentum was like a rainbow for a while.

'Boom——! Xiong Jing scoffed at Yan Wuyi's false accusations, but several of the gunners believed it. Angry, they did not give an order, and the fire rope was still pulled, and in the flames, the cannonballs flew straight to the city.

"Wang ......" Qi Qian had just seen the power of artillery, and suddenly saw the Chu army firing the cannon, and when he saw the shell again, it hit the place where Fusu was standing, and the flesh and blood were cut off, and his body was weak, and he fainted on the spot. Xiong Jing was also anxious, Fusu was his nephew, how could there be any reason for his uncle to kill his nephew? While he asked people to carry Mi Qian to a cool place for first aid, he took out Lu Lijing to look at the city urgently, and at this time the city was in chaos, and he couldn't see half of the clothes at all.

"Put-" The artillery continued to fire, but not at the head of the city, but at the bottom of the city. Fusu and Yan Junan were hung at the head of the city, and Tian Er and Mengshi were still under the city. When they were hanging themselves, the Chu army suddenly opened fire. The sixteen fifteen-pound cannons were completely rapid fire, and one shell accurately hit the hanging spleen, which was shattered, and the two masses of flesh and blood fell to the city together with the lower half of the hanging spleen.

"Prepare for the siege!" The shelling finally stopped for about a quarter of an hour. Xiong Jing did not punish the artillerymen who opened fire in advance without authorization, but asked the engineers of the Yingshi Division to attack the city immediately.

During the shelling just now, many shells hit the city gate, and the city gate was not as penetrated as before, indicating that the city gate road had been blocked. If you want to attack the city, there is no other shortcut than blasting. The sappers crossed the moat under the cover of artillery and began to dig the city, while the cavalry rushed to the shogunate of the Chu army and asked the baggage to transport hundreds of tons of gunpowder needed for blasting.

Last night, the king suddenly led Yingshi to Xianyang; Zhao Zheng is still nowhere to be seen, but it is determined that he is east of Fengshui and has not crossed Fengshui; There are also those Qin soldiers who were captured yesterday and today, most of these people threw down their soldiers and were captured by the Chu army. The more than 300,000 captives should be resettled and disposed of is another question.

The shogunate was in a hurry, and while waiting for the gunpowder, Sima Zhuang, the military officer who rushed from the shogunate, endured it for a long time, and finally said: "The king, the ink man really wants to oppose Qin, if the king can allow it, the Qin country will be in chaos." So the state of Chu ......"

Xiong Jing shook his head heavily when he heard this, and said, "King Qin is my enemy? The Mo family is my friend? ”

"At this time, King Qin is my enemy, and the Mo family can become my friend." Zhuang Wudi didn't believe in the Mo family either, but what he cared about was the civil strife in Qin, once the Qin State was in civil strife, whether it was the Chu State or the world, it would all benefit from it.

"At this point?" Xiong Jing laughed, he felt that a smart person like Zhuang Wudi should not understand this truth. "King Qin is my enemy, and the Mo family is my friend? Or, why did our army attack Qin? ”

Zhuang Wudi was about to answer, Xiong Jing took a step forward and said: "Cutting Qin is not only for the society of the Chu State, but also for the whole life of the Chu people. King Qin is my enemy, so the Mo family is not my enemy? The words of the world are not Yang Jimo, Yang Mo is relative, and the Chu people belong to Yang. The King of Qin is my enemy, and the Mo family is also my enemy, but the King of Qin is the younger brother, and the Mo family is the great enemy. Isn't it stupid to help ink chaos Qin, help the big enemy and destroy the small enemy? ”

"The king's words are known, but why can't I use the power?" Zhuang asked without a hand. "If you can kill both the big enemy and the small enemy......"

Zhuang Wudi's previous question made Xiong Jing stunned, because he didn't know if he could use the power. What he really understood was that one must never betray one's own class. If you are a king, you will act according to the habits of the king, and once you are like the common people, the end will be miserable, and even if you benefit yourself, your descendants will also be miserable - the initiator, there is no aftermath?

If you are a common people, then you must be like a common people, bravery, morality, faith, humanity, integrity, honesty, ...... these are not the things that the common people originally have, and the resources that the common people have do not allow them to have these things. So don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be a nobleman, you are still a commoner who values practical interests and is afraid of life and death, and the ending will not be much better.

What Xiong Jing realized was what he personally experienced. He was constantly changing from a commoner to a true king. This kind of transformation can hardly be said to be correct, but close to Zhu Zhechi, the people around him forced him to change in this direction, which is irreversible. At this time, he roughly understood what a king was and what was not a king, but he did not understand how a real king should govern the country and do things.

It was a very sad thing to lose his father at a young age, he could not learn how to be a real king from his father, and Song Yu and Kong Qian, the two Taifu, had a lot of 'benevolence' in their thoughts, and he needed to distinguish them in order to absorb their thoughts.

The question in front of Zhuang Wudi was exactly what he had been thinking about during this time, so he was stunned, because he didn't know when he could use his power and when he could compromise, and Zhuang Wudi's words behind him made him deeply despise.

The big enemy and the small enemy are all dead, how can there be such a good thing in the world? Supporting the Mo family to disrupt the Qin state, isn't this Ludendorff sending someone to St. Petersburg in a closed carriage? The result?

Red rose, and the tide of thought swept through Western Europe and even the world. In order to resist this trend of thought, Mussolini's *** party marched to Rome, and then *** spread to Germany, and the Führer used this to gain momentum. Then World War II, then Germany was in ruins, then democracy, and then paid people to come to their homes and let them rape their wives......

All of this started with a clever chief of the General Staff who had the idea that 'both the big enemy and the small enemy will perish'.

The free one is the most expensive. But there are always people who fall into such traps, especially smart people. Xiong Jing looked at Zhuang Wudi again, thinking that the military Sima and the chief of the general staff basically worked with the same meaning, and he had some understanding in his heart.

To the north of Xianyang City, Xiong Jing did not hesitate to veto Zhuang Wudi's suggestion and patiently waited for the gunpowder to be transported from the shogunate. Even if he died, he would never betray his class, but just a hundred miles away from him, a former nobleman completely betrayed and became a commoner.

"Jinghua?!" Zhao Zheng couldn't believe it when he heard this name, according to legend, this person had already been killed by Jing Ren Zhibisi.

"Yes, yes." 黥面 is Jinghua, and Jinghua is 黥面. He seems to have been reborn once in nine years, and he is not the same person he used to be.

Zhao Zheng's gaze took a long time before he moved away from Jing Hua's face. Once again, he felt that the Qin State had been infiltrated into a sieve, and a traitorous general of the Jing State actually hid in the Qin army's trap camp.

"Why rebellion?" Zhao Zheng's question was unexpected and unexpected.

"In order to change the law, strengthen Jing and cut down Qin." Speaking of the old things, Jing Hua's expression darkened.

Zhao Zheng nodded, and he asked again: "In this case, why do you help the widow today?" If there are few people, Jing Guo is also worry-free. ”

"To stay alive." Jing Hua replied helplessly. "Please call the king a villain, but the villain is a common people, and there is no clan."