It was already the second half of the night when Zhao Wuxian rode into the city, and the fighting in the city had basically subsided, and Zhao soldiers occupied every corner of Waiguo.

A few days ago, Pham Ji shot with more than 1,000 remnants of the army fled into the city to resist stubbornly, and there were many people of the Pham clan who fled from Hanoi inside, so it was very convenient to organize personnel to take precautions, and they could break through the city within three days, thanks to the Bai Di people suddenly anyway.

Earlier, Zhao Wuxian beheaded the Bai Di warrior Xiao Wang Taojia in the battle, and the Xiao Wang Department was almost killed and wounded, but the analysis department fled into the city under the leadership of Xi Cheng.

The Bai Di people have always worshiped the strong, and after being conquered by the Bank of China Wu, they became obedient people, and it is for this reason that they are now afraid of Zhao Wuxian and dare not fight again.

Seeing that Fan Ji was isolated in the city, and there were too many wounded soldiers, he could only recruit the common man Ding Zhuang to go to the city to assist, and Zhao Wuxian attacked the city fiercely, and he couldn't hold out for a few days. Since it is expected that the Fan clan will be defeated, and his master Zhongxing clan is also difficult to protect, with the temperament of Bai Di people, he will naturally start to attack his master and find another backer.

Coupled with the example of Zhai Fengdi, the little handsome man in the analysis department had a different kind of thought. That night, Cheng Cheng suddenly launched a rebellion with the remaining hundreds of people in the division and seized the city gate to welcome Zhao.

At this moment, these Bai Di people who had made a "great achievement" knelt on the edge of the city gate, not daring to raise their eyes to look at Zhao Bing who had entered the city with their heads held high, and Cheng Cheng was introduced by Zhai Fengdi to meet Zhao Wuxian.

"The villain has seen the general!"

These Di people were extremely fierce in battle, but after being subdued, they groveled very much, and walked to Zhao Wuxian's horse on their knees, willing to be his dismount.

Zhao Wuxian was not polite, and stepped directly on his back and got off the horse. Looking at the severed limbs and blood all over the ground near the city gate, I knew that there had been a bloody battle here. The Bai Di people, who were originally stationed next to them to assist in defending the city, suddenly launched an attack on the Fan guards.

"Get up. Your credit Zhao remembered, I will not treat the Bai Di people as defeated, you can be used as a subordinate to help our army screen prisoners and control the city. ”

"Yui!" Analyzed into a promise, and then explained the situation in the city, how many surrendered Fan soldiers were left, how many people in the city were, and whether the treasury was safe......

Finally. He said flatteringly: "I heard that the general's mother's family is also from Baidi, so the general and us may still be blood relatives......

Zhao Wuxian ignored Cheng Cheng's behavior of climbing relatives, and just glanced at him lightly, so frightened that he quickly shut his mouth.

After Cheng Qi and Zhai Fengdi left, Xiang Qi came over and said: "Rong Di has no faith, once he is not satisfied, he will backfire and cause harm, and today he can rebel against Fan and BOC." Tomorrow will be able to betray Zhao, and I hope that the general will think twice and trust them. ”

"I'm not trusting them, it's just the current situation. We need the help of these Di people. ”

Zhao Wuxian pointed to the city and said: "In this decisive battle, the Zhao clan defeated Erqing, but there are still thousands of prisoners to be guarded, and there are still tens of thousands of people in the city to manage. I'm in town this time. None of the local clans, fathers, and people came to greet them, indicating that they were not convinced. It is no wonder that they have been the people of the Fan family for more than 100 years. They may see us as invaders. The conquered land is difficult to govern, the fortified city in front is difficult, and our casualties are not small, and if we want to continue to attack Chaoge, Handan, and even the Bai people, it is impossible to do it without assistance. ”

"But if it is not of my race, its heart will be different, and it must not be guarded against ......"

The attitude of the Lu people towards Rong Di is more extreme, what "if it is not my race, its heart will be different", and the Confucian scholars led by Confucius even claimed that "Yi Di has a king, Yi Di has a king, it is not as good as Zhu Xia's nothing".

This kind of primitive nationalism is not a bad thing, but it must be appropriate, Zhao Wuxian said: "Now that Erqing is powerless to fight back, at least in the east of Taihang in the Jin Kingdom, there is no one who can confront the Zhao family. Have you ever seen the popular Zhongshan Di dog among Dr. Qing? On weekdays, they are firmly chained to chains and collars, and only when they see their prey are let out to bite, and once the cunning rabbit is dead, the lackeys can also be cooked, you and I have our own plans. ”

Seeing that Xiang Lu still wanted to persuade again, he waved his hand and said: "This matter is like this for the time being, Hugh has to persuade again, it is important to follow me to the inner city first, don't forget, we still have a secretary to cook!" ”

However, when they entered the inner city and reached the bottom of the high platform, they found themselves one step too late, and a raging fire had already burned on the platform...... The flames sometimes swirled, sometimes writhing, chasing each other, climbing towards the top of the platform, and the air seemed to liquefy from the heat, shining in the night!

……

Seeing that the city gate was broken, Fan Ji knew that the tide was over, and no longer resisted, but asked people to find firewood and flammable materials, which were piled up around the attic at the top of the high platform.

"My lord, what is this for!?" Gongsun Yan was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

"Yu Nai is the military assistant of the Jin Kingdom, the secretary of the great country, the suzerain of the Fan family, people can die, families can die, but they can't be humiliated! I must not compromise with the enemy and survive in secret! You can't suffer from Zhao Meng's insults! ”

Fan Ji said with great righteousness: "I want to die to maintain the dignity of the Fan family, the dignity of being a secretary!" ”

Death is also an attitude, a responsible attitude, unfortunately became the king of the dead clan in his mother's mouth, as the suzerain of the Fan family, he has to take the responsibility of the suzerain. And death is a form of responsibility, and the so-called death is also a form of apology.

"I am willing to die with the lord!" Gongsun Yan bowed down to the head and was willing to die for the king.

Fan Jishu refused: "I have to die, but if you are also dead, Zilong, who will open their eyes for the remaining soldiers and people in this city?" ”

"What do you mean, my lord?"

"I was so stubborn that I lost my teacher and land, and I died innocently. But how innocent are the already scarred soldiers, and how innocent are the tens of thousands of people who have poured into the city? You have seen the Zhao father and son, they can speak, survive, even if they are put into their accounts, don't let them hurt the people, I am the king of the dead clan and the family, but the people are not the people who fill the ravines! ”

Firewood is hard to find in the city, but there are plenty of fine wood in the pavilions, and the guards draw their swords and swing their axes, and they can quickly collect them.

Fan Jishu asked people to bring their horses over, and the fat and fat keys were all good fresh horses, and the Jin Kingdom rarely found a beast that could match them. The guards led them to the middle of a high platform made of firewood. Feed it some grain beans and chop them down in front of them. Simply put the horse down, and blood flowed down the steps. It was like a bloody sacrifice.

Next, they placed various treasures on the platform, as Fan Jijiao had ordered: his saddle and bridles, a horsewhip given by his father when he was an adult, his beloved sword "Imperial Dragon", and a huge lacquered wood longbow.

Fan Jiji is going to burn everything he owns, including himself, here!

He pushed away the retainers who stood in his way, put on the royal clothes that symbolized the power of the ministers, held the white jade, and climbed the high platform full of firewood. Sitting beside the carcass of his horse, he looked back in the light of the crescent moon and said with a miserable smile:

"When I was a child, I used to look up at the ruins of Lutai in Chaoge, and chased my father to ask about the story of the king of Shang, but I never expected that I would end up in the same fate as him. Speaking of which, I should have set myself on fire in the ruins of Lutai, but I didn't expect it to be this small common city, which is really downcast......"

The outer Guo has been occupied by the Zhao soldiers, and the inner city cannot be stopped. Seeing from afar an army entering the inner city with torches, Fan Ji's voice became rapid in vain, and he ordered: "Light the fire!" ”

Seeing that Gongsun Yan was still hesitant, Fan Jijiao finally ignited a raging anger. "Do as I say! Fast! ”

In the end, one of the guards took the torch. Plug in the pyre. The butter sprinkled on the wood immediately caught fire, and tiny flames burst out from all over the pyre, eventually merging into flames.

In the firelight of the sky. Fan Jichu seemed to see the murderer of his two sons, Zhao Wuxian, coming excitedly on horseback, like a hunter about to capture the prey of his dreams.

But he couldn't succeed after all!

The flames burned next to Fan Jiji. Soon surrounded him. His colorful clothes caught fire, and in an instant. The secretary seemed to be wearing a flying orange silk robe, and wisps of gray smoke came out of his body.

He was in excruciating pain, dancing and laughing in the flames, and chanting a poem at the same time.

"The wings of the mayfly, the clothes. The worries of my heart are at my mercy! ”

But soon, his long chant turned into a scream, and in the flames, human life was indeed as fleeting as floating, returning to the Yellow Spring. Fan Ji's voice grew weaker and weaker, and finally fell like a dry piece of firewood.

Fan's retainers and guards continued to commit suicide or cry and throw themselves into the flames to be buried, and the smoke grew thicker at the smell of human flesh being cooked, while the rest of the people who had no desire to die coughed and retreated.

The burning didn't stop with the death of Fan Jiji, and after **** more lives, it became more and more violent.

Orange flames blew hot winds and crackled nearby flags, firewood hissed and glowing embers rose from the smoke curtain and drifted towards the endless night, like a thousand new creatures.

When Zhao Wuxian arrived, he saw such a shocking scene......

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When the flames were finally extinguished and the ground cooled slightly, the sky was already white.

With the assistance of the Bai Di people, Zhao Bing had completely controlled the city, while Zhao Wuxian stood on the high platform, frowning at the ashes in front of him.

There was charred charcoal and glowing embers, and charred bones of men and horses, and there was no trace of Fanji's corpse, which was completely charred and dusty, and even the gold leaf on his crown was melted, leaving only a jade gui held by the priest lying quietly in the ashes.

He glanced at Gongsun Yan, who was tied to the ground and hung his head silently, his eyes were gloomy, and asked, "I heard that there are countless people who died with Fan Bo, and I thought that Zilong you were also among them, but you are still alive if you don't want to." ”

Gongsun Yan raised his head and said: "I am alive in the world, I just want to convey the last words for the lord, he hopes that Zhongjun Zuo can see that he was a friend when he was young, let go of the Fan family retainers and soldiers in the city, and do not slaughter the people......"

Zhao Wuxian nodded: "A person's dying is also good, his death is also tragic, I will promise it for my father, and it will be considered your good luck, the Zhao family has no reason to kill for the time being." ”

After saying that, he squatted down and picked up the jade gui, and blew away the ashes on it, this Credit Suisse thing was made of Huoshan jade, which had been burned but not burned after the flames.

"Fan's dead...... Zhao Wuxian seemed to be a little regretful, and as if relieved, he announced the belated announcement.

"The Fan family is not dead yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old roar sounded behind him...... (To be continued.) )