Cao Hong rode on a war horse and fled in embarrassment.

In the end, the soldiers who fled back to Wancheng with Cao Hong were only a few hundred. The rest of the soldiers were either killed or captured, or even fled halfway.

At this time, Gan Ning was sitting in the county office with a frown, writing something quietly. This is the military report that Gan Ning wanted to hand over to Sun Ce, which evaluated the combat effectiveness of Cao's army in detail, which can be regarded as a written summary of the battle. Among them, the assessment of Cao's combat effectiveness is the most important part, after all, Sun Ce must be prepared for a conflict with Cao Cao, and the so-called prevention is exactly the case.

Outside the county office, a small number of soldiers were on guard on the city wall, while most of the soldiers, under the command of their respective military marquis, were cleaning up the battlefield and cleaning the streets stained red with blood.

The bluestone-paved streets are surrounded by a strong smell of blood. The corpses and severed limbs were removed and burned for burial. Basins of clear water washed over the bluestone slabs, trying to wash away the thick bloody breath.

The battle in the city was over, and it was obviously too much time to rely on the soldiers to clean it up.

A large number of people were gathered together to sweep up.

But how could the people have ever seen such a bloody scene? As far as the eye can see, there are countless people leaning against the door wall and vomiting.

The ownership of Xinye City has been decided, but Wen Ping has no idea of caring at this time.

Wen Ping is hurrying to Xiangyang, but there is always a bad premonition in his heart that he can't explain. On the road from Xinye to Xiangyang, it was dusty and smoky, and the high flags were hidden in the smoke and dust, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Wen Ping was dressed in armor, riding on a group of horses, carrying a long knife, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

Things are not good, the scouts sent out the day before have not come back yet, there must be something wrong.

As Wen Ping expected, when he was still a hundred miles away from Xiangyang, he finally met the Wu army commanded by Xu Sheng. The two armies were separated by ten miles, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

Wen Ping rode on the horse, looking at the fluttering Wu army flag, and the bad premonition in his heart was even stronger.

Sure enough, it was just a stick of incense, and I saw a horse galloping to the front of the Wenpin formation, and shouted: "Xiangyang has been broken, Wu Hou is merciful, if you and others surrender, you will not be to blame!" ”

After that, the rider didn't wait for Wen Ping's answer, so he turned his horse's head and ran back in the direction of his house.

Seeing this, Wen Ping suddenly felt depressed.

The horseman had a very loud voice, and shouted angrily in front of the battle, and many people could hear it clearly. After some whispering, the news soon spread throughout the army.

If the soldier stayed for a while, Wen Ping could still order the archer to shoot it to save it.

But this guy turned around and ran, where can he deny it.

At this time, Wen Ping had already believed seven or eight points in his heart. At such a moment, there is no need to lie to yourself. What's more, looking at other people's attitudes, they love to believe it or not, and if they don't believe it, they will fight.

As for the soldiers in the formation, Wen Ping turned his head left and right, and his heart suddenly became cold.

The generals didn't dare to look into their eyes!

People's hearts are scattered!

As a general, Wen Ping knows too well the importance of military spirit. Without the morale of the army, how can this battle be fought? What's more, among the 20,000 troops, many of the new soldiers are signs near Xinye.

The road ahead is broken, and the road back is none.

At this time, the clerk is really in a dilemma, and he is so uncertain.

At this moment, rumbling war drums were already sounding in front of the formation.

Wen Ping looked around, as if he could see the sturdy drummer in the Wu army's formation, bare-chested, raising his muscular arms, and using a drumstick wrapped in red silk to beat the drum covered with cowhide.

The deafening sound of drums mobilized the morale of the Wu army.

The Wu army won consecutive battles, and it was the time when morale was high. Stepping on the rhythm of the drums, under the command of the various military marquis and military commanders, the army slowly moved forward.

The pikeman finally leveled the spear in his hand, the head of which was dazzling in the sunlight, and the red tassels fluttered in the wind. The sword and shield hand, holding the shield in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, follows the rhythm of the person, constantly striking the shield with the blade face.

The standard-bearers are the most brave men in the army, they are tall and strong, and the people are in the flag, and the flag is not falling.

The "Wu" flag with black characters on a red background flutters in the wind and has a good momentum.

Wen Ping looked at this scene, and he didn't know what to do for a while. Xu Sheng is an upright and upright opponent, he can only choose to fight or surrender.

Wen Ping was still unwilling to surrender after all, only to see him raise the long knife in his hand and shout: "Follow me to meet the enemy!" ”

However, Wen Ping still overestimated the will of his subordinates.

is a mourning soldier, if he can live, who wants to die?

"General, Xiangyang has been broken, even if we are lucky enough to defeat the Wu army in front of us, what can we do?" A lieutenant said beside Wen Ping.

Another lieutenant general also spoke: "Yes, General, I don't even know where the lord is now?" ”

A military Sima also responded: "The general should always think about the life and death of the 20,000 army!" ”

Wen Ping was silent, and his ears were full of the noisy voices of his generals.

After a long time, seeing that Wu Jun was about to arrive in front of the battle, Wen Ping slowly said in a voice: "Do you want to surrender? ”

When everyone heard this, they all bowed their heads and were speechless.

Wen Ping sighed and said, "If you want to surrender, how can I stop you?" ”

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Ping watched all this silently, and the generals around him turned over and dismounted one by one, threw down their weapons, and marched to the front of the battle.

Wen Ping seemed to be able to hear the humble words of his subordinate generals, and seemed to be able to see the proud smiles of the soldiers of the Wu army. This made Wen Ping's heart full of helplessness, in the face of the general trend of the world, personal strength is too weak, and it is useless.

Wu Jun is this general trend, and Sun Ce is this general trend. And he is just a small pebble in front of this rolling torrent, which is either twisted into powder or drifted into this torrent.

Looking at everything in front of him, Wen Ping smiled miserably and threw down the long knife in his hand. Immediately, only to hear a sonorous sound, Wen Ping actually pulled out the long sword on his waist and reached his neck.

Seeing that there was blood splattering, but when he heard a buzzing sound, it was a carved arrow that shot and shot the long sword in Wen Ping's hand at once.

Wen Ping opened his eyes, but saw that not far from the opposite side, Xu Sheng was looking at him with a smile.

Shook his hands, numb. Wen Ping is a little angry, is it possible to humiliate himself?

But seeing Xu Sheng coming on a horse, he looked at the clerk in front of him, and said with a smile: "The ambition is not paid, and the public wants to cut himself?" ”

When Wen Ping heard this, he felt bitter again.

"The general of the defeated army, what face do you have to talk about ambition?" Wen Ping said astringently.

Xu Sheng smiled and said slowly: "General Wu Hou Pan has been around for a long time!" Dare to ask the general to serve the lord! ”

Wen Ping was stunned when he heard this.

"Why does the general have to be a little daughter?" Xu Sheng said again.

"That being the case, hire Gan to be Wu Houma's former pawn!" After all, Wen Ping only had the courage to commit suicide once, and since Wu Hou valued it, it was natural to push the boat along the river.

When Xu Sheng heard this, he laughed and said, "Isn't the general's words embarrassing?" ”

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