Upper East Gate.

Liu Feng stood at the head of the city, looking down at the soldiers who continued to pour in like a tide under the city gate.

One by one, they were so excited that they were in a hurry, desperate for themselves, for fear of being one step too late, and not being able to use the blood of the enemy to write the most magnificent splendor for themselves.

This is Luoyang City, the heart of the Han Empire in the world.

For hundreds of years, there were only a few people who could fight here.

Extending his gaze to the west, the enemy on the front line of Buheli had completely retreated, and his heroic soldiers, like wild beasts rushing into the sheepfold, pursued and slaughtered the enemy wantonly.

There was a rumbling shout of killing in his ears, and the entire Luoyang City seemed to have turned into a Shura killing city.

Killing red-eyed soldiers, in order to win heads, fight for merit, and even do not hesitate to attack ordinary civilians, how many innocent people have unfortunately become the fish in the pond that have been affected.

Liu Feng's gaze extended into the distance again, and suddenly, he was attracted by the firelight that appeared from the direction of the North Palace.

The southwestern fire, which was only a single star before, intensified rapidly in the blink of an eye, and in a moment it had turned into a sky-high flame, illuminating the entire dark palace city.

In Liu Feng's heart, he suddenly had an unusual premonition.

In the direction of the north gate, he has deliberately shown weakness and laid a trap for Cao Ying, if Cao Ying dares to break through from the north gate, he will definitely be captured alive.

The capture of the imperial city and the high banner of "Liu" in the most noble place of the empire will announce the change of hands of this capital.

Liu Feng sneered, got down to the city, rode his horse and danced his spear, and guided his wave-like army towards the North Palace.

On the street in front of Longyun Gate, Liu Feng met with the veteran Zhang Ren.

At this moment, this Shuzhong veteran is commanding the Yizhou soldiers under his command to launch a fierce attack on the Longyun Gate in the North Palace.

Zhang Ren originally thought that Cao's army had been defeated like a mountain, but to the veteran's surprise, the thousands of defenders of Longyunmen were like rocks, and they still stubbornly held on to the death when the overall situation was determined.

"Old general, who is the guard of this gate?" Liu Feng asked loudly.

Zhang Ren wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped: "According to the confession of the captured captive, the guard is likely to be Xu Huang." Lord, give me another hour, and I will raze this gate to the ground. ”

"It turned out to be Xu Huang, no wonder he is so tenacious." Liu Feng secretly sighed.

The world of the Cao family fell apart, the strategists and ministers all fell in anticipation of the wind, and the remnants of the generals were also dying, descending, Liu Feng did not expect that Xu Huang would be the one who persisted until the end.

Just as he was sighing, the scout came to report, saying that Wei Yan had just broken through the front line of the south gate of Luoyang, and tens of thousands of troops had entered the city and were heading towards Nangong.

Liu Feng's spirit was shocked.

He knew that the imperial city was divided into two palaces, the north palace was built earlier, and it had been completed a few years ago, but as for the south palace, because of Cao Ying's successive defeats, he could only stop the construction of the half-repaired south palace. The north and south palaces are connected, and the north palace is well defended, while the south palace has not even been built in several places.

Although Liu Feng is about to destroy Cao, north of the Yellow River, there is still Liu Bei's hard bone to gnaw, and there is no need for him to let his soldiers make any more senseless losses.

Therefore, Liu Feng ordered Zhang Ren not to be in a hurry to attack the city for the time being, but ordered someone to send an order to Wei Yan, so that he could quickly occupy the South Palace with a large army, and attack the North Palace from the South Palace.

#######西城, go to the west gate.

The bad news of the fall of each gate kept coming, and the fall of Luoyang City was imminent, but Xiahou Xi was still struggling to support it.

Without Cao Ying's order to withdraw his troops, even if he fought to the last man, Xiahou Xi would never take a step back.

It's just that, in the face of the dense enemies on the city wall, like ants, this veteran of the Xiahou clan's Yuan Gong felt powerless at this moment.

At this moment, a horse rushed up to the city, and the person who came was Xu Huang's henchman.

The visitor said a word to Xiahou Xin, and Xiahou Xi's expression changed greatly, and he hurriedly turned his head to look in the direction of the North Palace.

Sure enough, the raging fire, I don't know when, had ignited from the direction of the court, and the fire that rushed to the sky instantly burned Xiahou's old heart into ashes.

He staggered, almost unsteady on his feet.

"Mengde, Mengde......"

Xiahou bit the cut, reciting the two words that he hadn't read for a long time over and over again, and two lines of old tears poured down, rushing into two ravines on his blood-soaked face.

Suddenly, he looked up.

Looking up, I saw that on the other side of the city, the young Cao Pi was wielding a long sword, directing the soldiers to desperately resist the enemy's attack.

He strode forward, knocked the soldiers on the left and right away, and took a few steps to Cao Pi to follow, and grabbed his arm: "Zihuan, you can't hold it here, follow me out of the north summer gate." ”

Cao Pi was stunned for a moment, and said with his eyebrows: "My father has not given the order to break through, how can I abandon the city and leave?" ”

Xiahou Xi pointed in the direction of Beigong and said with a long sigh: "Meng De is determined to live and die with Luoyang, and he has no way to give us orders anymore." ”

Cao Pi's heart was shocked, and as Xiahou Xi was counting on, the raging fire in the North Palace immediately came into view.

He was confused at first, but soon understood what Xiahou Xi meant.

The fire was the grave that my father dug for himself.

Wise and powerful, a father who exists almost like a god, has he cut himself off like this?

In Cao Pi's heart, the last spiritual pillar collapsed in an instant.

"Father, I'm going to save my father!"

Tears burst out, and Cao Pi was about to go down to the city, but was pulled hard by Xiahou Xinyi.

Xiahou Xi roared at his nephew like a bull: "Meng De is dead, you are the last hope of the Cao family, you have to be foolish again!" ”

One word broke Cao Pi's heart to save his father.

Previously, when Cao Ying intended to operate the Henan defense line centered on Luoyang, in order to ensure the safety of Luoyang, he transferred all the brothers such as Cao Pi and Cao Zhi to Luoyang, entrusted them with official positions, and ordered them to guard Luoyang, which can be regarded as a kind of training experience.

But when Cao Ying didn't expect it, Le Jia was defeated, and the betrayal of Sima Yi and other big clans made all his Cao clan trapped in Luoyang City.

Now, the city has been broken, Cao Zhi and other brothers do not know life and death, as Cao Ying's eldest son, Xiahou Xi is right.

"But ......"

When Cao Pi was still hesitating, Xiahou Xi couldn't wait, he couldn't say anything, dragged Cao Pi down the city, and protected Cao Pi to the north with more than 300 elite cavalry soldiers.

There are two gates in the north city of Luoyang, one is the valley gate, and the other is the summer gate. The valley gate is closer to the upper east gate, and Xiahou Xi can only go to the summer gate.

Fortunately for Xiahou Xin, as the news sent by Xu Huang, the enemy army did not attack the north gate, and the thousands of soldiers and horses guarding the north gate were also intact.

Xiahou Xi didn't dare to stay longer, so he immediately gathered the only remaining more than 3,000 soldiers and horses, went out from the Xia Gate, traveled lightly, and headed towards Heyin in the southwest direction.

Heyin is located in the upper reaches of Xiaopingjin, and it is also a ferry crossing the Yellow River to the north, but it is far away from Luoyang City. Xiahou Xi thought that Liu Fengjun might not be able to set up heavy troops here, and he might be able to smuggle across the Yellow River from here.

As for Hanoi County on the other side of the river, although Sima Yi and others were opposed, they did not have many troops in their hands, and they might not be able to fortify everywhere, as long as he could reach the north bank, he might be able to run the cavalry overnight, and it was not impossible to flee to Jizhou.

This old blind Xiahou, with the only remaining glimmer of hope, protected his nephew Cao Pi, and hurried to the wilderness outside the summer gate by taking advantage of the unbright sky.

There was silence all around, except for the brisk hooves of horses and the footsteps of the soldiers.

The enemy camp stretched for several miles, and the fire in the camp was clearly visible.

This group of 3,000 people sneaked through the narrow area between the camps of the Southern Army nervously and urgently.

Half an hour later, the fire of the enemy camp had fallen far behind.

Xiahou Xi let out a sigh of relief, it seemed that they had been lucky to break through.

It's just that crossing the enemy's defense line so easily made Xiahou Xi feel that something was not right, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only ride his horse and gallop all the way intermittently.

After crossing the enemy camp, there were still mountains blocking the road, and Xiahou Xi did not dare to take the main road, for fear of being blocked by heavy troops, so he could only pick up the trail and walk.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, some of them were abandoned because of their strength, and some were disheartened and fled quietly.

Xiahou didn't care about the life and death of others, but just desperately rode his horse and abandoned more foot soldiers in the mountains.

It was past noon, and only the first few hundred knights were left around him, and the path under his feet was getting wider and wider, and there was the foot of the mountain in front of him, and he could walk out of the mountain at his sight.

"Uncle Yuanrang, and slow." Cao Pi suddenly reined in the war horse.

Xiahou Xi had to stop, returned to the horse and asked, "Zihuan, there is a mountain pass right in front of you, why do you want to stop?" ”

Cao Pi looked around at the grass and trees around him with a cold gaze, and said with his eyebrows: "I feel that the surrounding situation is a little wrong. ”

"Huh?" Xiahou was stunned.

Cao Pi pointed to the surroundings and said: "When there are birds and birds in the mountains, when we pass like this, we will be startled by birds and finches, but there is no movement here, unless we ......."

Cao Pi's voice did not fall, and his eyes were suddenly bloodshot.

In his field of vision, among the surrounding woods, flags were slowly raised, and the soldiers flickering in the cold light were lined up, and countless southern soldiers appeared in unison.

In the blink of an eye, countless enemies rose up all over the mountains and fields, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes, like hungry beasts, stared at them deadly.

Xiahou was shocked, only to realize that he had been ambushed by the enemy, and was about to urge his horse to rush towards the mountain pass, but he saw that the dust and smoke were rising in front of the mountain road, and the black iron horse was rushing towards them.

Cao Pi's heart was as cold as the cold moon and cold to the bone.

His words were meant to say that unless the ambushers who arrived first scattered the birds in this area, this was exactly what he doubted.

On the top of the mountain a few miles away, Xu Shu stood with his sword in his hand, with a faint sneer on his face, silently watching the prey enter his trap.

The long sword was unsheathed, and with a sharp point, the signal flag on the top of the mountain danced wildly.

At the foot of the mountain, thousands of ambush soldiers poured out.

(To be continued)