The night in Youzhou is more penetrating and cold than that in Xuzhou. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In a certain private house in Guangyang City, several Wei soldiers hastily pulled some coverings, and fell asleep in the corner without a sound, as if they were dead.

At the door, leaning against the wall next to the wooden door, the young soldier in charge of keeping an eye couldn't help but shudder.

Half of the soldiers of the Great Wei's Northern Expedition entered Youzhou non-stop after the Yuwen clan in Xuzhou was wiped out. From the perspective of time, it is now the season of spring, even if Youzhou is more bitter and cold, compared to Xuzhou, it is not much colder. It's just a little dry, and the skin and lips are easy to dry out, which is a common thing for Han soldiers.

The Xianbei soldiers in the Great Wei are indeed very brave, but when it comes to daily life, they all enjoy it very much. Military resources and grain have always been the Xianbei tribes, and if they have leftovers, they will be apportioned again, and what kind of medicinal oil and herbs are not to be considered.

But now that the Great Wei Shengjun is above, the country is strong and the people are safe, and Cui Hao, the leader of the Han people, is the first-rate figure in the court, most of the Han people have long stopped caring about the tragic situation of the year, let alone the current differences, and it is enough to live decently.

It's just that for some reason, it seems that everything tonight has been coated with a layer of frost, which makes people shudder.

The young soldier had tried to quietly open the door to observe the situation outside, but the white corpse that seemed to be covered with hoarfrost and frozen in the moment before death, and the gust of wind under the quiet darkness, made him just look at it, and then quickly closed the wooden door.

The siege of the city for nearly a month was like a nightmare for all the Wei soldiers. Everyone doesn't know if this nightmare will continue at dawn tomorrow......

First, they attacked day after day, but they achieved nothing; Then the army rested, as if everything was calm. But not long after the afternoon of this day, the army did not hear the sound of drums, but the generals at all levels handed over the words layer by layer, urgently preparing for war, and the 100,000 army, as if they were desperately bet, followed the commander's order, from all directions, slapped on the wall of Guangyang City!

All the soldiers, especially the pioneers of the first few echelons, acquiesced to their fate—they simply looked down on the robes of the rear army that they knew or did not want to know, and prayed that if possible, their bones would be recovered, and if they could not be sent back to their hometowns, they would be buried as much as possible.

But I don't want to, the general Guangyang city wall with iron walls and iron walls, but in a moment, it was broken through from all directions one after another, straight into the city!

The ecstasy of survival, the ecstasy of victory, and the ecstasy of returning home should not be far away, pushing all the Wei troops towards the city like a storm! As long as the enemy commander is captured, this general, who is said to be the last Optimus Prime Stone of Northern Yan, Northern Yan, will be able to be flattened!

However, compared with the Yan army at the head of the city, who only cared about fleeing and begging for mercy, but were still ruthlessly killed, on the streets, rooftops, and next to private houses in Guangyang City, there were teams of completely different - the iron-walled army that had resisted their own crazy siege, they are back!

Every house, every corner, every shelter may be the last existence that a Wei army ever saw.

These Yan troops will retreat at any time, and they will charge at any time, maybe they are losing the few last positions in Guangyang City in the streets and alleys, but every step they take, the price that the Wei army has to pay is high.

From late afternoon to midnight, I heard that if it weren't for the desperate begging of the boss Da Xijin to rest for the night, even if it was too late, the order to attack the city would not change.

Tomorrow...... Will we be able to break through these impregnable walls tomorrow? Even if you can, can you survive?

The young soldier thought about it in a daze, thinking, maybe because of the sleepiness of a day of fierce fighting, maybe because of the cold hypnosis of the cold night, gradually, his consciousness began to blur.

Even in the depths of his mind, he kept telling himself that this was the boundary between the street battles between the two armies of Wei and Yan, and he, like a scout at the forefront of the battlefield, needed to pay attention to the enemy situation at all times.

But in the end, he couldn't resist the physical and psychological fatigue.

Shortly after the young soldier finally tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his throat, and he didn't know if he was awake or not.

He just felt it in a daze, and it seemed that finally, he could have a good sleep.

At that time, the commander of the Wei army could not resist the intercession of his generals and the exhaustion of his soldiers, and finally gave the order for an armistice. But Murong Chui, the Yan army on the other side, did not appreciate it at all.

The counterattack of the Yan army was in full swing in the streets and alleys.

Not every Wei garrison in every room made the same mistake, but even if they were on full alert, they raided in the middle of the night, after all, they took advantage of it. The Wei army, who had just relaxed his mind, even if he was woken up by the sentry at the first time, his combat effectiveness could be imagined.

The commander of the Wei army, Da Xijin, had the intention of fighting a decisive battle, but the generals under his tent had no intention, so he had to temporarily withdraw most of the soldiers in the city, leaning on the city wall, and set up simple defensive facilities to besiege him.

A new day will be endless street fighting!

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"Your Highness, the young general is like crazy, and he pulled out seventeen private houses occupied by the Wei army in a row, and his subordinates saw that it was really not a way to go on like this, so they took it upon themselves to make their own decisions, knocked the major general unconscious, brought him back, and asked His Highness for forgiveness."

Sun Gai raised his eyes and looked at Murong Trai, the heavy bags under his eyes and expressionless face, he didn't know what kind of emotions were brewing, and in the next second, he hurriedly lowered his head and waited for Murong Trai's words.

"General Sun has worked hard, let's go down first."

Before Murong Chui could speak, Wu Luolan Jian, who was also full of tiredness on the side, spoke in time.

Sun Gai waited for a while, and seeing that Murong Chui did not refute, he hurriedly withdrew. Although his actions are to ensure Murong Ling's safety, to put it bluntly, a Han general like himself is just a minion, and it is undisputed that he dares to knock the young master unconscious, and he wants to deal with it.

When Sun Gai withdrew from the big tent, Murong Chui was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly. But the voice of the throat is very hoarse. The planning and orders overnight, especially since the beginning of the day, all the tactical arrangements have been handled by Murong Chui, and he strives to be foolproof:

"With the soldiers I have trained, it is not a skill to be a prestige. Although he had planned to use Ling'er to lead the weak army as bait this time, his expression was indeed too unbearable. It's a good lesson, and hopefully he'll reflect on it. ”

Wu Luolanjian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Daoming, you are also too demanding of Ling'er." ”

Murong Chui said lightly: "It is true that many of Ling'er's suggestions and opinions are very appreciative to me; His perseverance and style are also completely beyond his peers. But what he is facing is not a worry-free inheritance in a peaceful and prosperous world, but a troubled era where he is struggling step by step and does not know that his destiny will be settled tomorrow...... Since he was born in this world, he has no other complaints. ”

Wu Luolanjian wanted to say something, but found that he had nothing to refute, and it was worth sighing: "In that case, I'll go see Ling'er." Suddenly encountered this time, from to some enlightenment. ”

"Enlighten what!"

Wu Luolanjian was about to take a step after speaking, but was stopped by Murong Chui with an angry shout, and turned back in surprise.

"If you don't even know how to survive this kind of thing, what will you talk about the future! I might as well be like the fourth brother, hand over the military power, be an idle prince, and ensure the safety and prosperity of my children and grandchildren! ”

As soon as Murong Chui finished speaking, he leaned over and pressed it directly, and under the subtle candle flame, a brand-new parchment map of the streets and alleys in Guangyang City was revealed.

"Go and tell him that if you just want to be a useless boy, you can be a messenger in my account tomorrow. If there is still a little bit of the blood of a humble man, the guards before noon tomorrow will be under his command. If there is negligence this time, it will not be my face as King Wu that I will lose, but my Murong Chui's head! ”

Murong Chui slapped the case violently, and tried to suppress his voice and roared: "If my son is so incompetent, who will I Murong Chui do my best to live and die?" ”

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Walking out of the tent, the heaviness in Wu Luolanjian's heart did not lessen in the slightest.

Looking up at the gloomy night sky, it seems that tomorrow is destined to be what a gloomy day it will be.

National fortune, family fortune, and future ......

Wu Luolanjian suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.

He is old, and he is extremely tired of running back and forth to deliver news, and he is gradually unable to accompany Murong Chui as his arm.

Die......

Wu Luolan Jian suddenly thought of this word.

The withering of the famous generals and ministers of Northern Yan began decades ago, but Murong Ke's brilliance was too great, covering up this fact.

Up to now, not to mention famous generals and ministers, it is difficult to find a mediocre person who can be used with confidence...... Is a character like himself about to wither away from the world?

It's no wonder that there are those words......

The cold wind surged, and Wu Luolanjian was sleepy and weak again, but he suddenly grinned.

"That's not it, I'm an old fellow, it's something to worry about."

Waving away the support of Murong Chui's personal soldiers outside the account, Wu Luolanjian sighed abruptly, and walked into his sleeping tent with a stagger, without taking off his clothes, only wrapped himself in a bedding, and fell into a deep sleep.

I occasionally chuckled in my dream, but I don't know if it was mockery or helplessness.