He slowly raised his head, staring cautiously at the middle-aged scribe across from him with the only remaining eye.

He felt that his expression had not changed at all, and even had a smile on his face.

It's just that when he unconsciously stretched out his hand to the saber that was placed on the side, the little master on the opposite side suddenly jumped up with extreme agility!

"Tie up!" He shouted loudly, "Together with those partial generals in his army, Gong Cao, and Sima who joined the army, they are tied up together!" ”

The moonlight was falling, and the whole land seemed to slowly fall asleep.

The fireworks in the distance were hidden in the darkness, and the fires in the near distance were gradually extinguished.

Only the torches on the head of the city, burning with the pungent smell of tung oil, beep and pop, make the night more quiet and peaceful.

On such a night, even the defenders were not willing to conscientiously patrol, but they wanted to find a corner under the female wall, take out a bag of hay that they had hidden, lean comfortably on it, and take advantage of this quiet but not very cold night, to quietly take a nap.

But the defenders at the head of the city can't be lazy, not tonight.

They had to walk up and down the city, changing shifts, like a bunch of idiots.

Because Cheng Gong has not yet gone down to the city.

He stood at the head of the city all day without eating or drinking, and no one knew what he was looking at, and no one knew what was worth seeing behind the vast, lonely fields.

What's there?

There is a sun?

Got Tarzan?

Cheng Gong originally didn't call this name, but after he saw the lord, he said that he dreamed of climbing Mount Tai and holding up a round of red sun. The lord once said that "Qing should be my heart in the end", so he changed his name to Cheng Yu.

This dream sounded a little strange, so gradually, some people looked at Cheng Gong differently.

Cheng Yu himself also feels that he is different from others.

He had believed so since he was a teenager, and he had walked through his youth, in the prime of life, until his beard was gray, until his burly arms could no longer lift any weight.

But he ran and planned to pacify Yanzhou, and finally made the lord a prince, there is no doubt about it.

He stared at the night, as if a mountain wind was blowing on his cheeks, and the whispers of the mountain gods sounded in his ears.

His soul left the dying city and rode the wind to the east.

He crossed the lake, passed through Daze, and saw people lighting dead branches among the ruins to keep warm, and saw soldiers walking through the camp with scorched buckets.

He saw a mountain rise in the darkness of the boundless!

He saw a fog as thick as blood, right at the top of the peak, blocking his view!

Behind the fog, there must be a golden sun!

The gray-haired old man climbed upwards with great ambition, and even if the sharp stones cut his hands and feet, he never stopped for a moment, and his heart boiled with a youthful passion, and he was as pious as a newborn baby, and there was nothing in his eyes, only the red sun on the top of the mountain—

- The sun has finally risen!

Someone exclaimed.

- But what is that?

- Whose flag is that?

- Isn't that the soldiers and horses brought by General Xiahou?! How did you change the banner of the word "Xu"?

- Cheng Gong? Cheng Gong?!

- Many people are coming to the city with white flags!

The old man stood on the top of Mount Tai and quietly listened to the mountain wind on all sides.

He was only one step away from that red sun.

It was a new future, a shining future that the gods had promised him.

Cheng Yu's gaze was not divided into the Juancheng families who stared at him in the city, and he didn't even bother to look at Xu Yu's gorgeous rainbow-like soldiers and horses.

He used his hands and feet together, stepped on the female wall, and struggled towards the red sun, towards his lord.

Chapter 440

This dirt road is exceptionally clean.

Cheng Yu was a man who thought highly of himself and had high standards for the matters he valued, so after he briefly took charge of the city and violently took over the wealth of the family in the city with a bloody banquet, he asked the old people who were too old to be taken away as soldiers to wash the city inside and out.

They prostrate on the ground, using their bodies to warm the cold earth and the blood solidified in it, and they carried buckets and buckets of water with trembling hands, washing every road in Juancheng out of its original color.

Every vein on the pale cyan slate is delicately revealed, reflecting the mirror-like sky.

There are leaves that gently fall with the footsteps of the autumn wind, whirling in the wind.

The gates of the city were opened, and everyone was greeted by such a beautiful picture. But there are no women in the city holding wooden basins, no children holding paper kites, and no old people sitting under the trees chatting in twos and threes, so this painting is somewhat bland.

But with the corpses under the city, with such intense colors, no one dares to say that the painting is too bland.

Cheng Yu's robe was black, his hair was white, and he fell on the brown-yellow dirt road below the city, which was already very thick—and he had shed so much blood.

Blood spread uncontrollably around him, as hideous as a ghost's outstretched hand.

Those Yanzhou scholars who came with revenge couldn't help but take a step back.

Cheng Yu is dead.

But he didn't die at anyone's hands.

His death posture was so decisive and crazy that these families who were originally full of anger also had a trace of fear in their hearts.

- Cao Mengde has been in battle for a long time, and he may not lose in this game.

- Even if he loses, as long as he returns to Juancheng and sees this scene, won't he retaliate against us?

- But where does he have any spare energy?

Those people gathered around, looking down at Cheng Yu's corpse, talking to each other, whispering, some of them were hesitating, some were timid, and some of them were more clever, they had already turned their heads and looked in the other direction.

Under the rainbow-like flag, Xu You sat in a chariot, surrounded by many armorers with bright armor, and came to the city gate.

He glanced condescendingly at the corpse, and listened to a few whispers from the general beside him, and a very distressed expression appeared on his face.

He even got out of the car, staggered a little to Cheng Yu's corpse, stretched out a trembling hand, and shouted bitterly!

"Zhongde! Chung Deok! Why is that! ”

The private soldiers who were on the outermost side and didn't dare to say or move were still staring at each other blankly, not understanding what was going on.

And the scholars surrounding it had already gritted their teeth - if it weren't for the strength of the other army, they would almost be scolded!

Some of them are smart, some are stupid, some of them have always lived a muddy life, and even the little general who was born to kill pigs in terms of learning cannot be compared, but almost none of them were born into sparsely populated families—such families will always quickly collapse in troubled times—so they all know a little bit about the survival wisdom and human sophistication of large families.

They originally thought very smoothly, Xu You led the troops to rob Xiahoudun's baggage and soldiers, then he must have turned his face with Cao Cao, maybe Yuan Shao had already turned his face with Cao Cao.

In this case, they no longer have to worry about Cheng Yu's death, but can rest assured that they can push all this on the people of Jizhou, and then hide behind Xu You and let them fight to death, which has nothing to do with the people of Yanzhou.

Xu Yu is still lamenting.

not only lamented, but also signaled his personal entourage to push Xiahoudun out.

He grabbed Xiahoudun's hand tightly, and tears were about to fall from his eyes.

"Cheng Zhongde doesn't know my friendship with Ah Pu, I'm just helping him guard his house, why do I want to kill someone!"

This group of heroes secretly glanced at Xiahoudun.

He lowered his eyes, as if he was looking at Cheng Yu, and he seemed to be just distracted.

But his shirt looked intact, not dirty, just a little messy.

So these heroes were even more suspicious, not knowing what kind of chess Xu Yu was going to take, and what the relationship was with Cao Cao.

…… In other words, what is the relationship between Xu You and Cao Cao, they can't care about it now.

They just want to know that Cheng Yu's death and the belonging of Juancheng, how to calculate this matter that is a blood feud for Cao Cao?

Xiahoudun's whole body was enveloped in a cold anger.

His temples throbbed, and his mouth was mixed with a bloody bitter taste. His eyes were pale, and the shoes and corners of their robes seemed to grow out of the earth, gradually taking on a dull color like stone.

Even if he couldn't see their faces, he knew what they were like.

If his soldiers and horses have not left Juancheng, if the lord has returned victorious—

Not bad! Cheng Zhongde did form a big enmity with them! But even so, they could only show a cowardly smile, like a cowardly sprout in the cold wind of early spring! They categorically couldn't come to the city and force him to death!

Although he is ruthless, he is sincere! He didn't deserve this!

He couldn't think about it anymore.

"Yuan Rang, you hurry up and take your family to welcome Ah Pu, you must explain my hard work!" Xu You was still chattering, "You sent me so many heavy soldiers...... If Yanzhou is in such a predicament, how can I accept it?! I...... I'll give you 10%, no, 20%! Don't shirk wow! ”

Everyone was holding their breath to see how this silent, expressionless Cao Cao henchman reacted.

But he disappointed them.

The one-eyed man raised his head and bowed deeply, "Ziyuan's grace, the mountains are high and the waters are long, and you can't forget it!" ”

Xu You showed a smug smile and gently patted Xiahoudun on the shoulder.

Juancheng regained its vigor and vitality overnight.

Countless wagons and carts stopped in front of the gate of the governor's house, and the beautiful horses snorted a little impatiently, as if they could not believe that they were such a miraculous steed, but they could only be used as a valve to show off the grandeur of ordinary animals.

In the depths of the alley, a Qianshou quietly poked his head out and looked cautiously in the direction of the bright lights.

- How dare they go to the last banquet when so many people died!

——Don't you know that tonight's banquet was held by Xun Envoy Jun to welcome the Jizhou army!

- Why is Xun Envoy Jun again?

- It is true that he was once the most respected civil official in the city, but has he not turned his back on the lord?

- Didn't he already vote for Liu Bei?

- Why did he vote for Yuan Shao again?