After more than a month of onslaught, Shouchun City also ushered in the last moment.

Zhong Hui was no longer as graceful as before, his hair was disheveled, his face was withered, his white clothes were stained with blood, and the edge of the Heavenly Sword was full of gaps.

Famous swords are also unbearable to be so devastated.

The fortified city could not withstand the continuous onslaught.

"Du, Dudu, the enemy army is coming up again!" Jiang Bin's face was covered with blood and sweat.

The defenders on the city wall were no longer human, and they looked at Zhonghui blankly.

Zhong Hui is unusual, not impassioned, not arrogant, very respectfully to the soldiers bowed, bowing to the ground is almost straight, "Huide is thin and sparse, so that the princes are trapped here, this battle is not the princes do their best, it is really the sky does not help me, Shouchun City is broken only in one or two days, the princes can go to their own lives, will be self-judged, in order to thank the princes for their friendship." ”

These words are sincere, those who see it can't bear it, and those who hear it cry.

The soldiers were all moved.

Zhong Hui has always been high, how could he have been so low-voiced.

The original 30,000 Chinese troops never gave up on Zhonghui, and now they are naturally too.

"If the governor is not afraid of death, how can we escape? If the husband dies, his ears will die, how can he steal his life? Several Chinese generals became resolute.

The soldier who had been lying on the ground panting for breath stood up again.

Zhong Hui burst into tears, "Die with all the princes, no regrets!" ”

"I want to die with the Governor!"

A roar erupted from the city walls.

In this way, even those who wanted to surrender were infected by this atmosphere, raised their swords and spears, and fought with the Jin army who climbed the city wall again.

Jiang Bin saw everything in his eyes and couldn't help but admire Zhong Huilai.

Every time it comes to the moment of death, the bell will always be miraculously reversed.

The mortal situation can still last until now, impressing the soldiers with true feelings, and he is worthy of being one of the best ghosts in the world.

But can today's situation still turn the tide like Hanzhong did back then?

Jiang Bin looked up at the sky, spring in Huainan had already arrived, and the smell of fresh earth had a strong smell of blood.

Even if you surrender here and now, you will only be living for a few years.

What if you surrender? In the Central Plains, there is no foundation and it cannot stand.

A scholar must have a backbone of a scholar.

The path you choose will be completed on your knees.

"I am willing to die for the governor!" Jiang Bin roared, rushed to the front of the battle with his sword, and fought to the death with the Jin army.

One husband is desperate, and ten thousand people are invincible.

Thousands of people use their lives, and thousands of people make changes.

Zhong Hui lifted his sword and killed his own soldiers in the enemy's bushes, without armor, but more flexible, jumping between the sword light and sword shadow, the sword light was within reach, and the blood was heavy armor, "Wu Gexi was rhinoceros armor, and the car was wrong and the hub was short-handed." The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first. Ling Yu was stunned for the rest of the line, and his left side was injured and his right blade was injured...... With a long sword and a Qin bow, the first body is separated from the heart without punishment......"

Although the white clothes were already dirty, although the Heavenly Sword was broken, and the people were exhausted, every time they pronounced a word, the strength on the soldier's body seemed to turn back a point.

"The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute!"

The sword light was swallowed, and it was suddenly collected in the sheath, and the three enemy soldiers besieging Zhonghui were stunned for a moment, and then a long string of blood flowers burst out from their chests and fell to the ground.

But in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen enemy soldiers attacked with knives, Zhong Hui's arms could no longer be raised, and several personal soldiers blocked it with their bodies.

Fierce fighting was everywhere.

Not only the elite of the Chinese army under Zhong Hui, but also the Shu army under Jiang Bin and Jiang Shu were also fighting to the death.

The Huainan young men in the city are also fighting to the death.

"Sima Zhao!" Zhong Hui shouted at the thousands of troops under the city.

The green mountains are still there, and the Huai River is surging.

This sound was quickly drowned out by the noise of the battlefield.

"Sima Zhao!" Zhong Hui shouted hysterically a second time.

Under the city, Shi Bao seemed to hear something, looked up at the city wall, and saw Zhong Hui's figure, with a sneer.

Someone in Luoyang City has already made a promise to him, as long as he kills Zhong Hui, he will ensure that his entire clan will continue to be prosperous and rich!

No matter how much Zhong struggles, he will definitely not survive today.

No matter how strong Shouchun City is, it is impossible to fight against the Central Plains with the strength of a single city.

Just as Shi Bao was about to launch the final blow, someone suddenly came from behind: "Sikong, the prince is invited." ”

Shi Bao was stunned for a moment, turned around, but found that it was He Shao, the middle concubine.

This person is He Zeng's second son, who has a good relationship with Sima Yan, and is also Sima Yan's confidant and strategist.

"King Jin ordered a certain city to break the city today." Shi Bud said politely.

"The prince of the world, please Sikong!" He Shao repeated it expressionlessly, as if he hadn't heard the word King Jin.

Shi Bao chuckled in his heart, looked at Shouchun, and then looked at He Shao, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

And this hunch he had for a long time......

"Sima Zhao!" The bell on the city wall shouted with the last of its strength, its voice filled with infinite anger and resentment.

If he died in the hands of Sima Yi, Zhong Hui would be convinced, and if he died in the hands of Sima Shi, Zhong Hui would also admit it, but he died in the hands of Sima Zhao, and he was unwilling in his heart.

After shouting, Zhong Hui sat on top of the corpse pile, supporting his body with the Heavenly Sword, panting for breath in his mouth, and there were a few more scars on his body, indifferently looking at the soldiers who were still fighting for him.

And his mind has already drifted back to the scene ten years ago, when he met Sima Shi in front of Sima's mansion.

Sima Shi's face is like a crown of jade, his temperament is calm, gentle and elegant, Zhong Hui is sharp, fledgling, and the two of them enter Sima Mansion together, like a pair of jade.

It was also at that time that Zhong Hui decided to assist Sima Shi......

It's not that Zhong Hui wants to rebel, but he doesn't look down on Sima Zhao.

The killing of the king on the street also had a great impact on the bell.

Since ancient times, usurpers have been done behind closed doors, but Sima Zhao is good, and "everyone knows it".

After Feng Sa's defeat, Zhong Hui knew that Sima Zhao would definitely not be able to tolerate himself......

"Du, all, all ......" Jiang Bin suddenly ran over, with huge doubts on his face, and his mouth was staggering, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Zhong would squeeze out a tired smile, "What's the matter?" ”

"Withdraw...... Withdraw, the enemy withdraws! Jiang Bin's doubts quickly turned into ecstasy.

Zhong Hui suddenly stood up from the pile of corpses and looked at Jiang Bin in disbelief.

A panicked sound sounded, and the Jin army under the city faded like a tide.

Leave a corpse on the ground.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Frantic shouts rang out everywhere on the walls.

Zhong Hui only felt inexplicable, as long as Shi Bao added another three or four thousand troops, Shouchun would not be able to hold it anyway.

The soldiers who ran in ecstasy in front of them were real.

Several pro-soldiers directly lay in the blood to hide their faces and weep, "Alive! Live! ”

No one wants to die if they are alive.

Many soldiers rummaged through the corpses, calling out familiar names......

Zhong Hui looked at the big flag fluttering in the enemy camp, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but roll up a smile, "Oh, it seems that this time Cang Tian is not on the side of the Sima family, and the sky will not stop me Zhong Hui!" ”

Soon, a smile on the corner of his mouth spread to his face, turned into a wild laugh, twisted his body at the head of the city, danced with a sword, danced with his hands, radiant, fell in a pool of blood, stood up again, turned his white clothes into red clothes, and looked up to the sky and shouted: "Since the sky is endless for me, this world should be obtained for me!" ”

In May of the eighth year of Ganlu, Sima Zhao, the king of Jin, died violently in the Huaishui camp......

(End of chapter)