"The play is realistic, but unfortunately, your soldiers don't believe it......"

The corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth raised a sarcastic sneer, and his knife-like gaze shot at the city again, and said coldly: "Dong Zhongying, I, Zhang Yuan, respect you as a hero, give you one last chance, leave the Son of Heaven, and lead the army to withdraw from Chang'an within three days, and I will let you live, otherwise, after three days, I will break through the city and kill all the recalcitrant people, including you." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

When Dong Zhuo was still annoyed in his heart, Zhang Yuan had already used that majestic voice to send out a final message to him and to the defenders of a city.

The thunderous threatening words pierced Dong Zhuo's heart like a knife, causing him to shiver all over his body, and an unprecedented cold rose from the soles of his feet and instantly hit his whole body.

There was a chill in his back, and Dong Zhuo was shocked to find that it was the first time that he had a heartfelt fear of the kid in front of him.

Dong Zhuo was still like this, and those Li soldiers and soldiers were even more shocked, and they fell into panic.

At this moment, Dong Zhuo and his soldiers felt in a trance that their necks seemed to be tightly wrapped around the hands of death.

And the owner of those hands is Zhang Yuan.

After Zhang Yuan got off the ultimatum, he had already turned around and left, and tens of thousands of troops slowly retreated.

Zhang Yuan did not attack the city, and he did seem to intend to leave Dong Zhuo with three days to consider whether to give up the Son of Heaven and abandon the city and flee.

After all, although Zhang Yuan was sure of victory in the storming of Chang'an, he was worried that the soldiers would be killed and injured too much.

He didn't want to pay too heavy a price, and wanted to preserve his strength as much as possible to prepare for the decisive battle with Yuan Shao in the future.

Dong Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, dragged his tired body, and slowly walked down the city under the puzzled gaze of the soldiers.

"Taishi, the soldiers' hearts have been shaken, and the news that Han Sui sent troops to Nanyang, I'm afraid that the paper can't contain the fire and can't hide it, what should we do now," Li Meng, who followed behind, asked in a low voice.

In his tone, there was a faint hint of panic, obviously shaking his heart to stick to Chang'an, hinting at whether Dong Zhuo should consider Zhang Yuan's proposal, give up the Son of Heaven, and abandon the city.

Dong Zhuo's face sank, and he glared back at Li Meng.

Li Meng was shocked, and from that look, he could see Dong Zhuo's determination, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Li Ru beside him was as indifferent as a floating cloud, and said: "Until the last resort, you must not give up Chang'an, besides, the Son of Heaven is the master of the society, how can he easily give it to a traitor like Zhang Yuan." ”

Li Ru is the head of the ministers, and his prestige is extremely high, even he said so, who would dare to disagree.

Dong Zhuo also struck the city wall with his fist, and said hatefully: "Thief Zhang, do you think that you can scare Lone with a few words, Lone wants to defend Chang'an, you want to win the Son of Heaven, learn from Lone to coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes, you dream." ”

North of the city, Zhang Jun's camp.

Two days have passed, and Dong Zhuo has not seen the slightest sign of letting the city go.

On the contrary, along the line of Chang'an City, Sergeant Li was still reinforcing the city fortifications day and night, looking like he was going to defend it.

The Great Tent of the Chinese Army.

The fighting spirit of hunting is burning like fire, and all the generals can't hold it back, and they all want to attack the city immediately.

Zhang Yuan drank a little wine and was not half distracted.

"Husband, two days have passed, looking at the movement of the enemy army, Dong Zhuo has no intention of abandoning the city and leaving, we should also prepare to attack the city." Fan Lihua was already a little impatient

Zhang Yuan sneered, "How important Chang'an is, how important the Son of Heaven is, Dong Zhuo won't know, Madame thinks, I will be naïve and stupid to wait for Dong Zhuo to abandon the Son of Heaven and run away,"

Fan Lihua Huarong was full of murderous intentions, and said happily: "Fujun originally expected that Dong Zhuo would not abandon the city, so what else do we have to hesitate about, tomorrow the army will attack the city and raze Chang'an to the ground in one fell swoop." ”

Zhang Yuan was not as impulsive as her, and his eyes glanced at the strategists, "It seems that if you don't pay the price of a little blood, you can't take Chang'an, even if you want to attack strongly, you must do your best to reduce the casualties of the soldiers, what good plan do you have?"

Zhang Yuan's besieging army was only 30,000 people, but Dong Zhuo's defenders had 7,000, although they had a huge advantage, but they were not overwhelming.

In addition to the attack, some scheming is also needed.

Zhang Yuan's gaze was the first to glance at Gao Gong.

Gao Gong swallowed a sip of wine, thought for a while, and said: "It is obviously inappropriate to besiege on all sides, our army is only 30,000 troops, and we cannot attack on all sides at the same time. ”

The voice fell, Zhang Yuan didn't speak, Li Dingguo had already said in a loud voice: "Drunkard, are you a fool to be Dong Zhuo, if you storm a city gate, Dong Zhuo can immediately transfer troops from the other three gates to reinforce it, you can concentrate your forces to attack, and people can also concentrate your forces to defend, and it will not be a white tower at that time." ”

Li Dingguo's words are not rough, but they are also very reasonable, Zhang Yuan nodded slightly.

"Since this is the case, then we will find a way to make Dong Zhuo unable to discover the direction of our army's main attack." Fan Lihua suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Zhang Yuan's eyes moved, and he was obviously awakened by Fan Lihua's words, and suddenly thought of something.

"The master mother is smart, after being reminded by the master mother, I have thought of a clever plan for the drunkard......" Gao Gong smiled, and his half-drunk face had a hint of weirdness.

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Next.

The heavens and the earth were gloomy, and the entire Chang'an City was shrouded in a thick slaughter.

Today is the deadline given by Zhang Yuan to Dong Zhuo.

During the day, Zhang Jun's camp did not move at all, as quiet as usual.

As night fell, Zhang's army still did not attack, and the soldiers and civilians of the city breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Zhang Yuan's threat the day before yesterday was just to scare them.

In the early morning of the next day, except for the soldiers on duty, everyone in Chang'an City fell asleep in a relaxed state of mind.

Dong Zhuo was no exception, his nerves were tense for several days, and today he finally breathed a sigh of relief and could sleep peacefully.

Just when Dong Zhuo had just fallen asleep, an urgent report from the east gate woke him up:

Tens of thousands of Zhang's troops are gathering on the front line of the east gate, and it is clear that they will attack.

Dong Zhuo's nerves immediately tensed up again, and under the protection of Zhang Ji and Zhang Ji, he hurriedly led a group of personal soldiers to the front line of the east gate.

Ascending to the top of the city, Zhang Ji has led 2,000 defenders to the city, and he is strictly guarded.

"What's the situation now," Dong Zhuo asked as he ran up to the city, panting.

Zhang Ji's expression was solemn, and he arched his hand: "Imperial Master, the enemy army has suddenly assembled on a large scale, and it is likely that they will launch a fierce attack on my east gate. ”

Zhang Ji looked out of the city, and Dong Zhuo also ran to the city wall, looking out of the city by the dim light of the east, and his brows couldn't help frowning deeply.

In the field of vision, I saw that on the continuous wilderness, tens of thousands of Zhang troops were already lined up, rows of swords and knives, glowing with a hideous and strange cold light, and the endless flag road was like an angry wave, rolling against the morning wind.