Seeing that Zhu Ran was covered in blood and the two cities were taken one after another, Lu Xun burst into tears, and after a while, he ordered the army to retreat to Lujiang City.

More than ten days later, when Lu Xun was unwilling to fail and was thinking hard about how to recapture the city, Sun Quan, the king of Wu, sent a will, ordering Lu Xun to give up the Lujiang River and return to Jiangdong.

Lu Xun was stunned, why was he recalled at a critical juncture in every war, giving people a regret that he couldn't display his talents heartily. Knowing this, why did he bother to attack Heshu in the first place?

These complaints were hidden in Lu Xun's heart, and he immediately ordered the troops to be withdrawn. A war of several months finally came to an end, and Sun Quan lost more than 100,000 soldiers and horses, but still failed to capture Hexi.

After Lu Xun returned to Jiangdong, he was silent and depressed, Sun Quan did not blame him at all, but sent him a golden umbrella cover, and still let him governor Jiangdong soldiers and horses.

Sima Yi not only kept the city, but also recovered the lost territory, killed more than 100,000 enemies, outstanding military achievements, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military all admired, Cao Pi was very happy, crowned Sima Yi as a general, and still retained his position as the right servant of Shangshu.

After many years of cautious life, Sima Yi finally became a figure who combined military and political power and leaned towards the government and the opposition, and walked on the big stage of history with his eyebrows raised.

Sima Yi, who was in power, did not have much excitement, Zhuge Liang and Wang Baoyu went away to attack Nanzhong, a godsend, he originally wanted to take the opportunity to attack Shuzhong, and Sun Quan launched this battle of Wei, which completely messed up his plan.

However, it is said that Zhuge Liang and Wang Baoyu led a large army, crossed the Kumo Mountains, and approached the city of Moro, plus the original 10,000 soldiers and horses in the city of Moro, there were only 50,000 people on the Bantu side, and the Han army outside the city was as many as 300,000.

The defeat of Mount Haruma made Bantu suddenly feel that his idea of planning to attack the Han was as ethereal as a castle in the air, and as foolish as a fantasy.

However, since the day of his memory, his grandfather and father have described to him over and over again the tragic scenes of their ancestors being slaughtered, beheading, and the assassination of rebels on the spot, etc., and these hatreds have gradually come alive after the fermentation of time, and finally formed a real imprint, which has long been seared in Bantu's young heart, and all efforts seem to be lived for revenge.

The Han people are the enemy! Bantu kept reminding himself that he had the last glimmer of hope, and sent three letters in a row, hoping that the Kushan king Gashi Sega would increase his troops to support, but the result was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was not even a single feedback. Bantu reluctantly wrote a few more secret letters, hoping to send them directly to the hands of Da Kasserga without going through the House of Elders, in which he analyzed the benefits and disadvantages, and did not forget to vote for loyalty, but he still waited for a while.

At first, Bantu thought that it was the obstruction of the Elders' House that severed the connection between him and Kasserga, but it didn't take long for Bantu to hear the news that King Kushan had re-engraved the leader's talisman, which was equivalent to giving him the authorization to lead the army and taking it back in disguise.

The desolation in Bantu's heart became more and more intense, and it must be that the news of the defeat made Kasega begin to waver towards him. In the final analysis, because he is a Han Chinese, no matter how hard he tries, he can't really gain the trust of foreigners, but the blood-stained homeland makes him, a wandering man, have no way to go home.

Bantu's lonely form bowed in front of the Buddha and prayed secretly, Buddha, can you show your disciples where to be. The Buddha statue lowered its eyes slightly, and there was a faint loving smile on the corner of its mouth, but it did not give any answer.

Although the city of Moro is high, there are only four gates, for the attack on such a city, Zhuge Liang is very sure in his heart, after the army came to the city of Moro, he immediately issued an order, let Zhao Yun and other four generals, each lead a team of troops, defend the four gates, and besiege the city of Moro like an iron bucket.

Bantu was unwilling to fail, and ordered the soldiers to fight to the death to defend the city, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, if he could win against the Han army, there was still a chance to regain the trust of the King of Kushan. When help comes, the final victory will definitely fall into their own hands.

The walls of Moro City were too high, and it was quite difficult to climb up the ladder, and the first way to do so was to break the gates.

Thundered! Fireball cannons blasted towards the gates one after another, and the gates were broken, but they were still inaccessible, and Bantu had blocked them with boulders.

For a while, Zhuge Liang and Wang Baoyu had no strategy, although Moro City was small and there were not many soldiers and horses in it, but they fought to the death, and it was not easy to capture it in a short time if they wanted to forcibly climb the city wall.

"Alas, if you don't want to return to Shuzhong as soon as possible, you only need to trap this city for a few months, and the city will definitely be in chaos." Zhuge Liang sighed.

"Sun Quan and Cao Pi must not be honest, especially that Sima Yi, I am afraid that Zhang Bao and Guan Xing may not be his opponents." Wang Baoyu echoed.

"Prime Minister, I don't know the situation of the grain in the city, why don't we keep its water source? If there is no water in the city, it will not last for seven days. Ma Tan said.

I have to say that Ma Yan's brain is very good, as soon as he heard this, Zhuge Liang's eyes lit up, and he nodded hurriedly, and then asked Xiangju to ask, Xiangju thought about it and said: "A water vein of the Ganges, passing through Moro, the water flow is not deep, and it can be cut off." ”

"Is it possible to dig earth and water in the city?" Zhuge Liang asked again.

"The waters here are developed, but I am afraid that there is this possibility." Xiangju is not sure.

"Let's try it first, and if that doesn't work, think of something else." Wang Baoyu said.

Zhuge Liang agreed, and immediately sent a team of men and horses to the upper reaches of the north to block and divert the river, and the Han army worked together, and after three days, this small river, which was not wide, was completely dried up.

"High priest, if there is no water in the city, the army's spirit will be unstable!" The Han strategist beside Bantu hurriedly came in to report.

Bantu was shocked, he never expected Zhuge Liang to use this method, he hurriedly sent an order, ordering the soldiers to dig up the soil to find water, and to ensure the supply of clean water in the city.

Soon, several large pits were dug in the city by the soldiers, much to the dissatisfaction of the original inhabitants who had always liked the cleanliness of the city. Bantu sent someone to explain that this was because the army was pressing the border and the other party cut off our water supply, but this statement did not resonate, and the residents thought that it was Bantu causing trouble, and they were angry for a while.

Under the pressure of public opinion, when he dug the thirtieth pit, he really dug out the water. However, the amount of water was not large and not clear enough, and the army of 50,000 plus the inhabitants of the city, a total of 80,000 people, could only be allocated two bowls per person per day, a third of which were still dust.

The weather was hot, and the locals had the habit of bathing in the morning and evening, how could such a small amount of water work, not only the local residents, but even the soldiers were very dissatisfied, and they all felt that it was a mistake for Bantu to hold on to the city of Moro.