Sima Fu's body was hung from a high pole and walked around the city.

The defenders finally laid down their weapons and knelt in the bloody mud.

Some people also saw Sima Fu's corpse and shouted to avenge the captain.

Yang Zheng could only fulfill them, trampling on the iron horse, and splitting the corpses with knives.

The slaughter in the city gradually subsided, and not everyone was as mad as Sima Fu, and they also wanted to live.

But the chaos continues, and the search of the city is inevitable.

"Yu Junhou, Wang Ji stubbornly resisted in the northeast corner and resolutely refused to surrender." The scouts came to report.

At this point, Wang Ji still has to resist fearlessly, and he is really loyal to the Sima family.

When they came to the front of the battle, they saw that the houses in the front row were knocked down to form an earthen fortress, and the Wei army stood behind the earthen fortress, with spears and shields, bows and crossbows and short knives, waiting in formation.

The corpses under the earthen ramparts have been said to have attacked many times.

The thousands of troops in Wang Ji's hands are worthy of being a strong force that has experienced several wars, and at this point, they have to fight to the death.

"The thieves have fallen into a desperate situation, the sky is cold, and the subordinates think that they will definitely die, and they will freeze to death tomorrow if they surround them all night." Meng Yu said with some shame.

"If there are people inside, Wang Ji will not die." Yang Zheng said with a cold face.

Meng Yu arched his hand and said, "After Wang Ji retreated into this base, he drove away the people inside. ”

Yang Zheng was stunned, he didn't expect Wang Ji to have a little bit of humanity, but in fact, it wasn't that he couldn't attack this camp.

It's just that the casualties in the street fighting are too large, and Wang Ji obviously wants to pull a few pads on his back before he dies, and do his duty for his master, the Sima family.

Bo is a name of loyalty.

But Yang Zheng is responsible for the lives of his subordinates.

"Let people be persuaded to surrender."

Although I know that it is unlikely, I have to try, and if it fails, it can also break the morale of the enemy.

"Obey."

A moment later, several soldiers came forward with shields and shouted, "Listen to the people inside, Sima Fu is dead, Chang'an has returned to the hussar general, surrender can avoid death." ”

There was silence at first, then a flurry of scattered feathered arrows.

"Listen to the thief, if you have the guts, let it go." There was a shout in the base.

"Cheap bones." Yang Zheng scolded secretly.

The soldiers around him are eager to try and seize every opportunity to make meritorious contributions.

However, in this big war, enough people have died, and there is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices.

"Surround them and freeze them all night." Yang Zheng had seen their equipment, wearing thin linen clothes and iron armor or leather armor.

Such a cold day will never carry tomorrow.

"Report to the prince and marquis, I didn't find Sima Wang." Pang Qing came to report.

Yang Zheng was stunned, "Have you searched the whole city?" ”

"There are still a few noble families who have not searched for them."

"Why don't you search?" Yang Zheng stared at Pang Qing.

There is no reason why the people of the city have suffered heavy casualties, but they are at ease.

Sima Fu didn't move them, it didn't mean that Yang Zheng didn't dare.

Since the capture of Guzang, Yang Zheng has been thinking about the relationship with the Shi clan.

In fact, in all dynasties, even in later generations, this problem has always existed.

It's just a different name.

If he goes to the end and overthrows the Sima family, it is likely that the group of people under him will also evolve into a new warrior clan.

The key is not whether the warriors are strong, but whether they can suppress them and use them for me, not for them.

So move when you need to, and kill when you need to kill.

His power does not come from them, but from the knife, from the low-level soldiers and people in Liangzhou.

Firmly grasp the knife, those who follow me live, and those who oppose me die!

Having come to this point, there is no need to hide it.

Yang Zheng was not interested in following the old path of Cao Pi and Sima Zhao.

They have given too many things to the gate valve of the Shi clan, and others may not be able to look down on this little bit of their belongings.

Moreover, in order to usurp Wei, Sima Zhao took a bigger step and tied more closely with the gate valve of the Shi clan.

Pang Qing hurriedly knelt down and bowed his hand, "Belong to the lake for a while." ”

"Are you really afraid that the corporal clan of the world will eat my flesh and sleep on my skin? Hmph, if they have the guts, even if they come, I have loyal and brave soldiers around me, and I'm afraid they won't succeed! Yang Zheng said loudly.

The soldiers around him were all in good spirits.

"My subordinates will lead the troops forward." Pang Qing arched his hand.

Yang Zheng nodded, "Send someone to cook some hot porridge again, help the people in the city and the army, dismantle the Sima Mansion and burn it as firewood, and try not to die again." ”

Many corpses in the city have been stripped of several pieces, and there is a faint stench of scorching in the city.

It was someone burning bones to keep warm.

Under hunger and cold, man is no longer human.

"Yui!"

The rain and snow stopped in the middle of the night, and the cold wind howled, and the clammy cold penetrated deeper into the bone marrow.

Yang Zheng ordered the soldiers to set up a fire in front of the base, roasted the mutton, and cooked the broth.

The rich aroma of the meat is even more enticing on cold nights.

The soldiers laughed and laughed.

On the other side, the heads were cocked, and there was a ghostly light in their eyes, like a hungry wolf, with saliva still flowing from their mouths.

"Listen to the people on the other side, as long as they come out and surrender, they can eat meat and drink wine!" The soldiers shouted loudly to the other side.

Flames, wine and meat, the allure reached the extreme in this cold night.

It was only half an hour, and there were people in the base who couldn't resist and walked out with dull eyes.

With a "Hugh" sound, a feathered arrow was fired, but because of weakness, it was nailed to his feet.

Several soldiers of the Liangzhou army were quick to move, and they rushed up with their shields and carried him back.

Under the brightest bonfire, the soldier frantically gnawed on the barbecue, and on his originally resolute and cold face, he ate and ate, tears welled up, and suddenly he burst into tears.

Yang Zheng was stunned, and sighed again in his heart.

How many people can't help themselves in this troubled world.

How many people were crushed on the battlefield.

How many people have worked all their lives, but they have no food and clothing, and their wives are separated......

Yang Zheng came out of the bottom, so he knew the suffering of the people and soldiers at the bottom.

"It's out, and the people on the other side are out."

In the dim light of the fire, one after another Wei troops walked out of the barracks, and some people took a few steps before falling to the ground, and there was no more movement.

As soon as you walk to the campfire, a bowl of hot soup and a piece of barbecue are served.

Like the first surrendered army, these people ate and cried.

The cold wind is howling, and the clouds are miserable.

How many people are really not afraid of death?

More and more people laid down their weapons and walked out of the barracks trembling.

Yang Zheng felt something in his heart, and made people shout in front of the base, "Wang Ji, you helped the gang to abuse, and used hundreds of thousands of people in the city to be martyred for the Sima family, and in vain became a disciple of the great Confucian Zheng Xuan?" What is the face of the world? ”

Murder and heart.

Physically defeating the enemy is only the lowest victory, but defeating the enemy mentally is the most brilliant means!

Isn't your Wang Ji going to be a loyal minister of the Sima family?

Then be tied to the pillar of shame of the Sima family for the rest of your life!

"Yang Zheng'er, don't say much, it's just a death today!" An old, tired voice came from the base.

A slightly thin figure appeared in the night.

Wang Ji carried a long knife and stood majestically on top of the earthen fortress.

There are more than 100 pro-soldiers who swear to follow him.