Until he left Lexiang, Shamoke still looked back frequently.

Another camp was set up outside the city of Lexiang, and the camp was basically full of wounded soldiers, and the population was extremely mixed.

Jiangdong, Yizhou, Jingzhou, Wulingman, and even a few Jiaozhou natives mixed with them - that were the Jiaozhou athletes who were intimidated by the spiritual outlook of Zhang Wei's soldiers and took the initiative to follow.

These people are living under the same roof with Heqi at the moment, and Yizhou Jian'er shared the medicinal powder equipped in the army, and took the initiative to take care of those seriously ill soldiers according to their previous studies.

Wulingman also contributed the earthwork herbs that have been passed down from generation to generation in the clan.

The group of Jiangdong veterans who had been completely shattered became the direct beneficiaries of the two parties, watching the Yizhou athletes skillfully take out the medicine powder and untie the leggings on their legs to bandage the wounds of the Jiangdong people, their eyes were full of curiosity, but they were only less vigilant.

A day ago, the two sides were still in a life-and-death situation.

An hour ago, Shamoke was forced to slash Han Dang, who would rather die than surrender.

This is how the two sides sat down together at the moment, and began to try to talk to each other and talk about the topic of their hometown.

Shamoko inexplicably liked the atmosphere and wanted to participate.

But he knew there was more important things to come.

But even so, after sending troops, Shamoke still looked back frequently, which made Zhang Wei laugh and said:

"If the county magistrate wants to rest, just go, Jiangling is close at hand, and he won't get lost."

Of course, this was a joke, Shamoko just smiled, and then turned around and cheered up:

"Win this battle, your home will be peaceful!"

This is also Wulingman's most direct appeal, and the three thousand soldiers who have experienced bloody battles have agreed to it.

Jiang Wan was still sitting upright at the top of Jiangling City, but at this time he was already strong and relieved.

The Cao army in the north has returned, and although there is no sign of defeat, the lack of soldiers and horses can be judged at a glance.

The war in Lexiang in the west ended, although it is not very real, but the style of the handsome flag that rises in the distance is different from that of Jiangdong.

"Victorious ......"

It's a simple word, but it's enough to dispel the haze in Jiang Wan's heart for many days.

Although this outcome has been expected for a long time, it is not the same thing to judge and see it with your own eyes.

And now the only thing left is ...... Jiang Wan saw Lu Meng jumping on the front line at a glance.

Jiang Wan also guessed that most of the other party had also received the news of the war in Hele Township.

As for what Lu Meng would decide, there was nothing to guess for Jiang Wan.

The ships had all been consumed, and the soldiers had been forced to attack the city to the death, and there was only one way for Lü Meng to go.

"Annihilation?" Lu Meng was incredulous and unconsciously repeated it.

The herald was afraid of being angered, and his head touched the ground and he did not dare to speak.

"Han Yigong!"

Lu Meng drank heavily, but then his tone was a little stunned:

"Righteous ......"

Now the only thing that makes Lu Meng feel a little at ease is that Lexiang is in the south of the Yangtze River, he is attacking the city in the north of the Yangtze River, and it will take some time for this team to come over to relieve the siege.

But at the end of the day, there was only one way in front of him.

Lu Menghuo suddenly stood up and said loudly:

"Remember the courage of righteousness and justice, and repay Sun Hou with death!"

The awe-inspiring voice echoed at the beachhead, and the other generals lowered their heads, but the expressions on their faces were uncertain.

Under the pressure of Lü Meng, the Jiangdong offensive became more and more urgent.

And unconsciously, Lu Meng himself was getting closer and closer to Jiangling City.

Since the first time he led the army to attack Gong'an County at night and was shot in disgrace, Lu Meng thought that he was no stranger to this giant crossbow, so he was also very clear about its range.

It is impossible to be sharp within 500 steps, and if you can reach 800 to 1,000 steps as much as you can.

In order to boost morale to the greatest extent, Lü Meng went to the front line in person.

In order to avoid the crossbow shooting, keep a distance of 1,200 steps.

The orders between the shouts and drinks became more and more unkind, and the Jiangdong athletes even wanted to look back and scold angrily.

But looking at those military leaders who were eyeing them, these athletes had no choice but to swallow back the curse words, and rushed forward in a vain attempt to fight for a chance to survive under Jiangling City.

"General, General Zhengdong is back...... someone reported.

Lu Meng subconsciously resisted a little in his heart, and waved his hand to interrupt the report:

"Hugh is going to let it bother me!"

Thinking of that Zhang Liao's smiling face, Lu Meng was very bored in his heart.

If it weren't for the great merit of this battle under the city of Hefei, why would he Lu Meng have to fight to the death and attack the city here?

Subconsciously, Lu Meng also avoided the news a little, and unconsciously took two steps forward.

At this moment, the Jiangdong soldiers who were attacking the city in front heard a crisp sound in their ears at the same time.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

"Boom!"

Along with this peculiar voice, there was also the screams of General Lu in the rear.

At the head of the city, several elite crossbowmen who had been secretly summoned by Jiang Taishou had obvious disappointment on their faces.

The four giant crossbows housed here are markedly different from those that are mass-produced.

The overall crossbow machine has become more slender and simple, and the original wood and iron halves have been made of iron.

The crossbow arrows placed on it have also become thinner, and the crossbow arrows have also become wooden and iron splices, and the cold light is cold.

These four crossbow machines were "rubbed" by Huang Yueying and the master craftsmen who moved from Gong'an County during the siege.

It's just that because it was a trial production, one of the four crossbow machines broke its crossbow arm before it could shoot the crossbow bolt.

The remaining three obviously shot at Lu Meng, but it didn't look like it was dead, so these summoned crossbowmen all had regrets.

Jiang Wan's expression was very relaxed, and he clapped his hands and said:

"The crisis of Jiangling is solved, and a few strong men should take credit!"

One of the younger ones couldn't help but say:

"Too defended, the enemy will not die, and he will not dare to take credit."

Jiang Wan paced to the edge of the city, feeling the river breeze, he was in a happy mood, glanced at the chaotic pontoon bridge, shook his head and said:

"Lu Meng will die."

As for Lu Meng, all he could feel was a sudden chill on his legs, and then his entire body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and then he heard a few belated air explosions.

Crossbow! Arbalist!

Lu Meng was horrified in his heart, but he didn't care about it for the time being, the first thing he noticed was that his left leg was bent into a strange angle.

Broken leg! Most of the bones are directly broken by crossbow arrows, so even if they can be cured, they will definitely fall and have difficulty moving.

endured the severe pain, Lu Meng already had monstrous anger in his heart, and it was even worse at this moment:

"Help me up, and when Jiangling is broken, the head of the Taishou here will be hung at the north gate!"

The surrounding generals looked at Lu Meng's bleeding thighs, but at this moment, thoughtful expressions appeared on their faces, and some even unconsciously took half a step back.

The furious Lu Meng didn't notice the difference, and he was still scolding.

But there are still many good people in the world after all, and at this time, a captain took the initiative to come forward to help:

"General, I'm here to help you!"

Lu Meng breathed a sigh of relief, forcibly endured not to look at the broken leg, and locked his eyes on the city in front of him.

As long as......

A sudden pain in his back completely disrupted Lu Meng's thoughts, and Lu Meng looked down and saw a bit of the tip of the knife coming out of his chest.

The tip of the knife not only pierced his body, but also pierced Lu Meng's thoughts about Jiangling.

Subconsciously, Lu Meng broke away from the captain as soon as possible, but after losing his support, he sat in the muddy water.

And this posture of looking from the bottom up also made the faces of the generals under General Lu Meng visible.

Mocking, disdainful, free, relieved, gloating, and the captain's undisguised hatred at this time.

They were faintly enclosed in a semicircle, and Lü Meng sat down in it, cutting it off from the few guards in the rear.

The soldiers in front were still fighting to the death, but at this moment, there was silence in Lu Meng's ears.

At the last moment, all sanity returned, and he did not ask in vain why.

Turning his face to the east, Lu Meng left the last two words:

"Sun Hou ......"

Then consciousness sank into darkness.

When Shamoke and Zhang Wei crossed the river with difficulty and arrived at the north gate, they saw a group of relieved soldiers.

After reporting their identities, they were ordered to camp on the spot, and then the two were led to the city, where they met Jiang Wan, who was drinking alone.

There were only a few glasses of wine, and opposite Jiang Wan was a severed head, although they didn't know each other, Shamoke and Zhang Wei had guesses in their hearts.

The two sides are not familiar with each other, but Ma Liang often chats with Shamoke about his best friend Jiang Wan in his spare time, so psychologically Shamoke is quite close to Jiang Wan, which is not unfamiliar.

After some greetings, Zhang Wei bluntly asked:

"Why don't Taishou celebrate victory?"

Jiang Wan sighed faintly, it can't be said that it was because he saw Lu Meng beheaded by his subordinates and asked to surrender, thinking of the history of the flooded Seventh Army seen in the light curtain of later generations, so he was full of emotion.

At this time, Jiang Wan missed Ma Liang very much, if he was here, he would definitely understand his feelings.

It's too troublesome to say, so Jiang Wan prevaricated:

"General Zhao has gone to pursue Cao's army, and when it returns, he should celebrate the victory in this battle."

"Could it be General Zilong?" Zhang Wei was surprised.

Seeing that Jiang Wan nodded in confirmation, Zhang Wei didn't have anything to say, but he was looking forward to seeing General Zilong and didn't know if he could ask for a glass of wine?

For the local Yizhou people, if you talk about the reputation of the generals under the command of Xuande Gong, the only way to step into the White Water Army and overwhelm General Zilong surnamed Shuhao.

At this point, even General Guan Yunchang can't compare.

After all, Cao Jun's ferocity is far away, and most of them have never been seen with their own eyes.

The layers of exploitation of the surname are close at hand, and they have endured it for nearly 20 years.

Zhao Yun's pursuit of Zhang Liao can only be regarded as expellation.

Zhang Liao retreated to Jiangxia, where there were still many Jiangdong defenders, and Zhao Yun had no other way to do it when the river was blocked.

By the time Zhao Yun returned, it was already nightfall, but it was not a problem for the entire Jiangling City, there were many merchants here, and after worrying for more than a month, they also generously chose to throw their wealth and goods to celebrate the endless trade routes.

At this time, no one mentioned the curfew, and many intersections were set up bonfires to celebrate, and many people chose to throw a little copper money into the fire to celebrate the victory.

Jiang Wan was not exempt from vulgarity, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he touched a five-baht coin.

This is the winning money given by the lord in the first year, and Jiang Wan has always carried it with him since he took up the important task of Jiangling.

This winning coin turned a few times between Jiang Wan's slender fingers at this moment, and finally stopped on his thumb, and then with a thumb pick, the copper coin was reflected by the firelight and flashed a circle of charming brilliance, and then fell into the bonfire.

It was only at this time that Jiang Wan was truly relieved from the inside out.

"Xuande Gong, a certain person lives up to his trust."

As for the good head sent by the Jiangdong troops, Jiang Wan and Zhao Yun made the same decision:

"Send his horse to General Yunchang!"

A little later in the next step, it is recommended to go to bed early.

(End of chapter)