Fox Lugu didn't say anything.

"Some even started to retreat and run away."

A third ladder truck has also been set on fire. The flames were inconspicuous, but the smoke was slowly rising.

"This is not Yuan Tan's combat style, this is obviously no one in the Chinese army, someone temporarily takes his place, and the generals have doubts in their hearts," Tian Yu finally made a bold judgment, "That crossbow arrow may have been successful." ”

Hulugu listened quietly all the time, and finally spoke at this time, "What does General Tian want to order?" ”

"Bring Yuan Tan back," Tian Yu looked at Hulugu, "It's best if you're alive, and if you're dead, you can use it." ”

The little Hun with a sallow face grinned, glanced at the hundred or so horsemen following behind him—this was already all the cavalry that the entire Beihai could muster—and shouted, raised his horse's hooves, and ran to the opposite Tushan!

As for Tian Yu, he glanced at the battlefield.

"After burning the last one," he said, "the whole army is attacking!" ”

The Chinese army was in front, the earth and mountains were behind, and the place where the buildings were located was originally extremely safe.

But when there was a gap in the Chinese army, there was no one in the army to command, and there was such a cavalry attacking like a strong wind, the soldiers were too afraid to step forward!

- They are from Jizhou, and they cultivate the land of the Yuan family, and each of them has been repeatedly taught that they are willing to die for the Yuan family.

- But only if it is the eldest prince who gives them the order.

- Now in the Chinese army is Mr. Guo Tu, he naturally has a high prestige, but he is not the eldest prince after all.

- Therefore, it was not the herald next to the eldest prince who ran out to give the order.

And the 2,000-strong Drama City garrison is coming towards them!

Who the hell are they going to defend against?!

You can't hesitate like that in front of the cavalry.

But those Jizhou soldiers couldn't think of this, and Guo Tu's private soldiers couldn't think of this either.

Because those most elite guards don't care about the battlefield for a long time, they only care about one thing, that is, to move the seriously injured eldest son down the stairs alive!

This turret was used to throw stone projectiles, and at the same time to allow scouts to go up to observe the enemy, so it was impossible to build steps in it, and both up and down were long ladders made of logs, even the eldest prince had to climb up and down like this.

But now that he had collapsed on the top platform of the building, it was a big problem to get him down.

Everyone's soul is gone!

Thankfully, he's not dead!

Thankfully, they didn't have to die right away!

But the eldest prince did not die, but the four-foot-long crossbow bolt nailed through his shoulder! Who would dare to move him with blood?

…… If you had choked your breath when you moved, you might as well have died on the turf a long time ago!

At the critical moment, the medical officer, who regarded death as home, thought of a way, first wrapped the eldest prince in a cloth, and then tied it to a wrestler, and he slowly carried him down the stairs to the dirt mountain.

"Hurry up and get the eldest prince into the car!" Someone shouted.

"Take the medicine first! Take the medicine first! ”

"The eldest son! Wake up, eldest son! ”

When the fox deer Gu rode up the dirt mountain, she saw such a scene.

A crowd of people was in a mess, everyone with panic on their faces, and their attention was almost completely off guard against foreign enemies.

Some of them noticed the sound of the horses' hooves, and raised their light crossbows, and fired them at him indiscriminately, most of the arrows missing, and some of them piercing his armor.

Then the guards were swept away by his bronze skull, and the horses' hooves stepped over!

"This ......" The Huns carried the tightly wrapped and unconscious Yuan Tan on his horse, and when he was about to return, he muttered to himself in a little puzzlement, "What do you say?" ”

It's a credit to him, that's for sure.

He came to the drama city to earn a military merit for himself, and he completed his purpose, such a great achievement, Liu Yuanjun must not ignore it!

…… But whose credit is it?

Who shot the arrow?

Who attracted the attention of the Chinese army?

Who was on the scorched tower, fighting to the last moment?

The horses broke through the chaotic army formation, and headed for the city of fire and smoke, mountains of corpses and a sea of blood.

From this moment on, the war really ended.

The officers of the Jizhou army could no longer suppress the frightened soldiers.

The commander's life and death were uncertain, and he was captured by the enemy, and no army could continue to fight in such a situation.

There was an uproar.

"The military formation can't be chaotic! Can't mess around! ”

"Grab back the eldest prince!"

"The eldest prince is dead!"

"The Beihai people have been killed!"

"Knife hand! Knife hand! Forward! Meet the enemy! ”

"Meet the enemy, ——!"

These haphazard orders were no longer able to sustain the morale of the army, and the army that had gathered under the theater city was once like a dark cloud, but now it seemed as if the sun was coming, and they turned into a tidal wave, and they scrambled back to the camp and disappeared.

But there are still some corners of the battlefield where there is fighting.

Those who had been routed had forgotten, or had abandoned the soldiers of the Advance Battalion, who were still besieging the city.

There were no more reinforcements, and even the battlefield back had been cut off by Tian Yu's defenders.

Some of these Jizhou soldiers threw down their weapons, climbed down the long ladder, and obediently tied their hands and captured them.

Others turned a deaf ear to the overwhelming cheers and invectives of the enemy.

Among those Jizhou veterans, some even climbed to the top of the city again and fought to the last moment.

Chapter 298

When the offensive and defensive battle in the drama city was shot by the commander and robbed by the enemy, so it had to be temporarily ended, the people of Xiapi had no way of knowing.

The last bit of grain was taken out of the city and hired them to fill the breach and divert Surabaya back to the river in the hope of replanting the next year.

The whole of Qingxu was exhausted by the war, and many people left their homes and endured the bitter wind and rain, but when they slowly returned to their hometowns, they saw such devastation.

But it didn't matter, those rough-faced people held back their tears, comforted each other, at least the family was still there, they could dig a mud wall out of the mud, pick up some branches in the woods, and slowly build a small hut to shelter from the wind and rain.

As long as they endure this winter, they will be able to farm as soon as possible in the following spring.

As long as everyone returns to their own land, and there is no seed for the coming year, the government can lend them some for free, as long as they return it during the autumn harvest.

But how do you survive this cold and hungry winter?

Is it to steal, to rob, or to sell the last bit of value in the house? Or even sell their clever children to go to other people's homes to be slaves?

This was a dilemma that the leaders had to face, but fortunately, the county wardens and commanders of each county issued some decrees, requisitioning people to bury corpses, rebuilding city walls and moats, and acting as volunteers to eliminate the rogues.

Each of these labors is more bitter than the other, and each one is more tiring than the other, but they will be paid for a little food, and some, such as those who purge the rogue, even allow the volunteers to strip the last fig leaf off the rogue as a reward.

In this harsh winter, these labors, which would not have been popular, have become hot.

At least we are still alive, the people who shivered in the cold wind lamented like this, think about it, Cao Cao is in Xuzhou three times, but these Qiantou are still alive, even if they live a little embarrassed, then what is not content?

Compared with those people who were ragged, their palms were red, swollen and cracked, but they were still struggling to ram the city wall in the cold wind, Lu Bu was living very comfortably now.

The walls are hollow, and there are servants who keep the fire burning so that the warm air gets into the hollow flue, and the room can be warm without having to place braziers around.

The tapestries of Qiuzi, the screens of Shu brocade, the cups and wines of Loulan, and the palace lamps as bright as jade.

In the corner, there is a guqin worth 10,000 gold.

Lu Bu dressed up in this rich atmosphere and prepared to welcome visitors, but he still felt very uncomfortable.

Because of his daughter, his wife had just cried at him.

"The general knows how commanding the Dong girl is in the palace, if there is no one around!"

Lu Bu looked away uncomfortably, "That's just a woman with no knowledge, why do you-"

"She didn't even know anything! Who in the palace can restrain her! The queen has to avoid her, will it be that when Grandma enters the palace in the future, it will also depend on her face! ”

"What are these words?" Lu Bu glared at her unhappily, "My daughter, why look at that woman's face!" ”

"Why is the Dong woman arrogant, doesn't the general know?!" Yan shouted, "It is rumored in the city that Dong undertook to attack the city and seize the land, and he will take Yanzhou and dominate the world!" ”

Lu Bu's face became even more annoyed.

"Then Dong Cheng is just a Xiliang martial artist! Zhang Xiu is a lost dog, how can he win Cao Cao! ”

But this could not convince his wife.

…… In fact, he couldn't convince himself.

Fortunately, there was a guest, which put a stop from the quarrel between the couple.

When this visitor came to visit, his face was full of smiles, "When I saw Wen Hou, I felt the spring breeze blowing on my face." ”

Although the visitor was a young scribe in his early twenties, his praise still made Lu Bu feel a little spring breeze.

The scribe's surname is Yang Mingxiu, the word Dezu, three years ago he raised filial piety, and this year he just served in the middle of the court, if you look at the position, it is really insignificant, but he is from Hongnong Yang, and his father is Shangshuling Yang Biao, which is immediately not to be despised.

"Dezu came here today, what do you think?"

The maidservant brought the best tea in the house, and after the guests and hosts took a sip of it, they began to get down to business.

"Does Wen Hou know about the war in Xuzhou?"

The polite smile on Lu Bu's face became a little uncomfortable for a moment, and he turned his gaze away.

"The Son of Heaven will perform the suburban rituals, and I am here with all my heart, and I have not been distracted."