"Bring them in!" Jiang Yuntian beckoned and shouted. The captives of Dijon, whose hands and feet were bound and blindfolded, were taken to the front of the battle.

Jiang Yuntian casually cut off one of the heads with a sword, grabbed his hair and shook it fiercely, threw it on the wall of Ningling, and shouted: "Ah Tongmu, listen, I also have a thousand Dijon captives here, if you kill another Liang people, I will return ten of you!" Ah Tongmu was furious and wanted to cut another person back, but the deputy general next to him stopped him and whispered a few words in his ear, Ah Tongmu nodded again and again after hearing this, and shouted at the city: "General Liangren, since you are so considerate of the common people, how about we exchange prisoners?" Jiang Yuntian glanced at Song Che, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and signaled that the big fish took the initiative to take the bait.

is to talk about business, of course, Boss Song has to come out. Song Che cleared his throat and responded: "Okay, you can take 10,000 people in exchange for these 1,200 prisoners of war!" ”

"What!" A Tongmu said: "I'm afraid you're not a profiteer!" One prisoner of war wants to exchange ten civilians! If you want to trade fairly, you should convert it in heads! Song Che shook his head and responded: "That can't be done, that's not good, these prisoners of war are all well-trained soldiers, and the common people of Daliang are all old and weak women and children, the chips on both sides are not equal, if it is a one-to-one exchange, we will suffer too much!" ”

"You think this is a cattle and sheep business!" A Tongmu scolded: "One head for one head, 1,200 prisoners of war for 1,200 people, do you like to do it!" ”

"Huh! If you have this attitude, then we will definitely not do it! But I tell you, our army will attack Ningling today! Song Che turned the wind around and shouted at the people on the city wall: "Fellow villagers, for the sake of the Liang Dynasty, I have to sacrifice you!" ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, you don't have to worry about us, we have been bullied by these brutes in the city, and we are not afraid of death!"

"Yes, we are born as the people of the Great Liang, and we are the ghosts of the Great Liang in death, you must kill all these Tartars and avenge us!" Although the mountains and rivers have fallen, the backbone has not been broken.

The people of the city cried out.

"Artillery reload!" Song Che raised his arms and shouted. Seeing that this was really coming, Ah Tongmu hurriedly shouted: "Two thousand!" Oh no...... Three thousand! For you three thousand! No more! Song Che made a stop gesture and gestured five fingers high: "Five thousand!" It's my last concession! These people are of no use to you, so why not give more? In other words, if you think that the lives of a thousand Dijon warriors are not worth exchanging for five thousand useless people, I have nothing to say! "You really have to do it as a business, otherwise how can you fool these simple-minded and well-limbed Dijon?

The lieutenant next to Ah Tongmu muttered in his ear again.

"Brother Song, what do you think these two thieves are communicating?" Jiang Yuntian asked.

"It's a loss to discuss whether the transaction is a loss," Song Che said: "There are 60,000 people in Ningling City, even if 5,000 people are exchanged, there are still more than 50,000 left, which can still be used as bargaining chips." Believe it or not, if I insist on asking for 10,000 people, they will agree in the end. Of course, the real purpose of his pretending to bargain with Ah Tongmu was to dispel his doubts, so that he could open the city gate and accept the prisoners.

In business, this is called

"A plan to attack the heart".

"Good! Five thousand, five thousand! But you have to take two hundred steps back! Let only the captives come over! I warn you, don't play tricks, or our crossbowmen will be able to shoot your people at any time!" Ah Tongmu really agreed.

"Don't play tricks, our bows and crossbows are also ready to shoot!" Song Che waved his hand, and the army began to retreat, retreating to the agreed two hundred paces, and only then did the two sides release the prisoners and civilians according to the agreement.

The exchange of prisoners was carried out in an orderly manner. Soon, the common people arrived in front of the battle, and the Dijon prisoners also entered the city without any problems.

At the moment when the city gate was closed, there was a sudden sound of fighting—

"Boom!" There was a loud bang behind the city gates, and then the city gates collapsed! Song Che was among the captives, interspersed with a hundred warriors, tied black powder to his waist, and blasted the city gate once he infiltrated the city!

"Kill!" Jiang Yuntian led the cavalry, holding a shield and attacking the city gate. Ah Tongmu realized that he had been tricked, and hurriedly exclaimed: "Quick! Defend the gates! "Dijon fired a bow and crossbow, gathered ground troops, and wanted to attack and defend again, but the Liang cavalry was too fast, and before they could react, Jiang Yuntian rode alone, resisted the rain of arrows, jumped over the trench and ravine, and cut the drawbridge iron cable with a sword qi!

The cavalry rushed into the gate of the city, and together with the warriors who had pretended to be prisoners, they slashed and killed the city of Ningling.

Soon the infantry followed, rushing into the city like a torrent!

"Boom! Bang! Boom ......" artillery long-range strike, blowing up the Dijon army on the city wall!

The two sides fought fiercely for half an hour, and finally on the eve of dark, the Daliang military flag was planted on the city wall. Only then did Song Che enter Ningling under the escort of the female swordsmen.

Corpses were piled up everywhere, with stumps and broken arms, and blood stained the earth...... The cruelty of war makes people's scalps tingle.

Dijon has 70,000 or 80,000 defenders in Ningling, and although the east gate has been breached, other cities are still fighting, but the end is already doomed.

It wasn't until the end of the battle that it was over. The burning houses lit up the city, and the snow could not be extinguished no matter how deep or heavy it fell.

Song Che and the female swordsmen set up several cauldrons on the street, boiled the grain and rice found from Dijon's warehouse, and distributed them in equal amounts while giving porridge.

These grains originally belonged to the people of Ningling. The people hugged the bowl, a mouthful of rice porridge, and a handful of tears.

"Da da da......" There was a sound of horses' hooves. Jiang Yuntian rode back on his horse, and he was still dragging the Dijon people behind, and his flesh and blood had been grinded to a blur.

"This bastard still wants to change into our clothes and fish in troubled waters, I recognized him at a glance!" Song Che picked up the Dijon man and came to Song Che and the people, it was none other than Ah Tongmu, the Dijon guard who was arrogant on the city wall.

"You brute, return my daughter's life and my daughter's innocence!"

"Kill him! Shoot him! ”

"It's too cheap to kill him, eat his flesh, drink his blood, pump his tendons, and pick his skin!" The people of Ningling flocked to vent their anger in their own way.

Ah Tongmu's scream is the most beautiful sound in this dark night. ……