Of course, the premise of all this is that he must defeat Yecheng...... No matter the cost!

Now that the judge is dead, there is nothing to stop him in front of him!

When the last group of Jizhou soldiers was cut to the ground, Xiahou Yuan, who was also bathed in blood in armor, turned his head and smiled at him, Cao Cao wanted to show a smile to this brother he relied on very much, but that smile was stuck on his face.

At the end of the road, an infinite fire came towards him, and under the firelight, it was crowded with people, like a river, slowly moving forward in the blizzard.

The commander, who was on a horse, so he could look condescendingly from afar, was stunned for a moment, until he saw that it was not a man who was opening the way at the front, but a corpse that had been judged, and he understood it all.

"Traitor!" He scolded angrily, I don't know if he was scolding the frustration who used the corpse to judge, or scolding the Yecheng family who had only come out until now.

But the other side responded to him with a thousandfold sound and a thousandfold number of soldiers!

Yes, it is impossible to have hundreds of thousands of troops in the city! But they can fight him in the streets!

Every house in front of the house!

Next to every well!

on every street!

The faces became strange, and they were enraged by him! They are not fighting for Ming Gong, but for their own face!

Starting from the trial of the corpses around the city, as long as they don't want to leave the shame to their children and grandchildren a hundred years later, as long as they don't want the world's scholars to turn their faces away contemptuously when they hear the word "Ji", they must win this battle!

They are such arrogant people who think they are above all the people, and they must show by their deeds that they are worthy of their arrogance!

This is how they gritted their teeth, their eyes were red, and they rushed towards the enemy, whether it was a thousand stone of the Elder Lord, or the son of the third prince of the fourth world, who often had five-colored ribbons tied around the legs of horses.

It was about to dawn, and a glimmer of light was falling from the clouds, but the snow had not stopped.

It wasn't like snow, it was like the ashes that fell after the fire burned the mountain of corpses overnight.

There were ashes everywhere, charred corpses everywhere, snow everywhere, mud everywhere.

The east gate was originally a very prosperous place, and there were many inns and wine shops at the entrance, there were orchids selling wine, and there were scoundrels surrounding those beautiful girls, like butterflies surrounding flowers, but as long as the orchid pointed to the shining pendant in his ear, the scoundrels could only scatter in a huff.

Snow and blood converge in the potholes, turning into black-red quagmires.

The snow continued to fall on it, with a subtle light.

Cao Cao, who was covered in blood, was holding a halberd, and when he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes suddenly stopped for a second because of the quagmire.

There are shiny pendants that glow in the mud.

- It's a beautiful city.

The water flows for a long time, and the garden fruits are prosperous.

If he could get Yecheng, he would treat it well, erect a magnificent platform, invite the most talented scribes in the world, and write many poems to praise it.

Someone hurried something in front of him.

The gates are about to be overwhelmed, and they must get out of the city as soon as possible!

Ming Gong! Come on! Come on!

Cao Cao was not furious or panicked at that moment, he just glanced at the countless ruins and corpses on both sides of the road with regret, and then got on the horse that Xiahoudun had brought for him, turned his head and hurried away.

Chapter 541

Only the tug-of-war phase of a war is particularly long.

For the elderly, infirm, women and children who waited at home, or for the scribes who waited outside the city, this time was like a year.

But when the winner is decided, time flies.

Of course, the losing side must hate that his father and mother only gave two legs, and they want to scatter and run away, and the victorious side should also chase the poor man with the remaining courage and make some military merits for himself!

Especially this battle for the defense of Yecheng is different from a normal war, the family held their breath, and when they saw the defeat of Cao's army, they naturally had to rush and kill with vigor, cut off a few more heads, capture a few more prisoners, and pick up a few more flags.

What is carved on the pillar in front of the door! That's what was engraved!

They forgot their hesitation and fear, forgot the humiliation and embarrassment they had had, and shouted loudly one by one:

- Bring out all the horses in the house!

- What is the use of these hundred and ten slaves in the city! Light up all the heads on the village!

——If you can't take the head of the thief in person today, you won't be a man!

The gates on all sides of Yecheng gradually opened.

The Lang gentlemen rode fat and strong horses, and rushed out with their swords held high.

Even though the sun was already rising, there was still fine snow in the sky, and it was not easy to find someone in such a dark sky.

But the sons of the family had plenty of patience and confidence, and their eyes went straight ahead, not giving them a glance at all the gentry who poured into the city on both sides, and even the slaves who were running out of breath behind them did not hesitate to give a look.

In the winter, those healthy servants ran out of sweat, and some even fell on the side of the road soon because they sweated too much, and they could only watch the people who shouted that they had eaten salty last night continue to follow the lord to make meritorious deeds.

None of them paid attention to the fact that there was a scribe beside him who was hurrying and marching into the city, even if the person was staggered by them, as if he was about to fall on the road at any time, after all, that person seemed to be powerless, and the people of Jizhou were too busy today.

When he stood at the gate of the heavily guarded Yuan Mansion, the soldiers looked at this young scribe with a pale face and the hem of his robe covered in mud, and they couldn't understand why he could insist on walking all the way here with such a depressed complexion.

"I know Cao Cao's whereabouts," the scribe's voice said firmly, "please allow me to meet the Third Prince." ”

Yuan Shang stood under the porch, looking at this person condescendingly, and the corners of his mouth gently floated with a trace of contempt.

He can't be blamed for this, because anyone who sees this scene will feel that the two are different from each other.

Yuan Shang was dressed in military uniform, each piece of armor on the armor was as bright as a mirror, the beast head on the waist armor was hideous and mighty, the eyes were inlaid with gemstones, and the body was decorated with gold wires.

Such armor was enough to add luster to the average owner—but not enough for Yuan Shang, because his appearance was more gorgeous than his armor, more like a rare treasure.

Ordinary people standing next to him would be tarnished, let alone the man in the courtyard with muddy feet? That seems to be really despicable, pitiful.

"I really can't imagine that Guo Fengxiao, who Cao Mengde relies on the most, will one day turn his back on him," Yuan Shang said with a smile, "Pitiful." ”

Guo Jia bowed steadily, "Cao Gong is angry with his husband, and he is a teacher who has no way, and this generation is not enough to be a king." ”

The beautiful boy on the steps narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was still a lot of noise in the city.

There were county soldiers near Yecheng hurrying over, some people running over carrying the wounded, some people crying the names of their lost relatives at the east city gate, and some families inviting each other to hunt the rout.

Yuan Shang was naturally very busy, and there were many things for him to come up with, but the real responsibility in this war was frustration, so when those officials found out that Yuan Shang was "meeting guests", they obediently retreated.

There was only Guo Jia in the courtyard, who was not invited into the house, and could only stand in the mud in embarrassment.

"What do you mean by 'Puff's Wrath'?" Yuan Shang finally asked.

"Since the incident," Guo Jia said calmly, "everyone in the world laughs at Cao Gong as a lost dog." ”

"He's a lost dog, and he shouldn't have come to rob Yecheng!" Yuan Shang scolded, "He deserves to die!" ”

"Gong Cao also respects Zhengnan very much," Guo Jia lowered his head, "It's a pity that today, the son will be damaged." ”

Yuan Shang's face turned white in an instant.

"You know," his teeth gurgled as he gritted his teeth, "I ask you, where did Cao Cao flee?!" If you say it, you will not die! ”

The filthy and haggard strategist raised his head and looked at the young man on the steps who seemed to be shining with light, and the young man's anger was so full of envy that he could not be seen for a reason.

- Behold, behold his countenance so beautiful, and his body so well-proportioned and straight, and his birth so noble, and his father's love for him, and even the precious armor made according to his measure, and he stood there perfectly.

His parents loved him and wanted to bypass the etiquette and give him the family property; After knowing Yuan Shao's thoughts, he tried to assist him......

But Frustrated is not around, how dare a child, who grew up under the pampering of his parents, come to see Guo Jia by himself?

"Childe has already lost an arm," Guo Jia said with a smile, "This is a good opportunity, do you really want to lose another sharp blade?" ”

The handsome face showed a look of contempt and arrogance, almost angry and repulsive.

"What's the use of me keeping Cao Cao?" Yuan Shang said coldly, "How can he be compared to the trial of the duke?" ”

Guo Jia shook his head, "This sentence, Yuan Gong should ask, Gongzi should not ask." ”

A look of confusion appeared on Junmei's face, as if she wanted to ask if his position was any different from that of his father.

The strategist in the mud smiled softly at him.

"The ancients all said that abolishing the long and standing up for the young is the way to take trouble, if Yuan Gong doesn't think about it in his heart, why does the eldest prince fight in all directions and build countless achievements, but he leaves the third prince alone to guard this city?"

Originally, he could have entered the house and asked the servants of the Yuan Mansion to bring him a basin of warm water to wash his feet, but Guo Jia was a cautious man and decided to end the whole conversation before he could come to the State Governor's Mansion, so when Yuan Shang came to shake his hand and said that he would invite him in for a detailed discussion, he gently but firmly refused.

Cao Gong didn't want much, only one city to hold;

The money and food are all in the hands of the son, and he will not be able to regenerate dissent;

In the future, if Yuan Gong is undecided in the matter of establishing an heir, the son does not have to bear the charge of a brother against the wall, and he has the help of Cao Gong;

With such a good knife, others can't control it, can't Childe control it either?

When Guo Jia hurriedly said goodbye, a layer of light lit up on the young and flawless face behind him.

It was the brilliance of confidence, the undisguised ambition and desire of a young man for power and status, even though that brilliance was vain and ethereal, and it was completely wrong with his true abilities.

Who would let Cao Cao go when he had only one breath left?

Who would believe that they could control Cao Cao?

Who would agree to such a condition?

If it is frustration, Xun Chen, Xin Ping, or even Guo Tu, who is thousands of miles away, will scold when he hears Guo Jia's nonsense!

Call him treacherous! even scolded him for treating himself as a three-year-old child!

Only Yuan Shang will not.

…… Because the sons of the Yuan family really put the matter of "killing my brother" in the first place in their hearts, more than the relationship between father and son, more than meritorious service, and even more than the worry about their own safety.

…… This is very bad, Guo Jia thought, it is not as good as Cao Gong, Cao Gong's sons are brothers, brothers, brothers, and brothers, and they are very friendly!

Cao Zhi changed into the winter clothes given to him by his mother, stretched his sleeves, and twisted his body, as if he was very happy.

But he turned his head to look at her, and his eyes were red again.

"I won't cut your sacrificial flag," Lu Hangyu was puzzled, "Why are you crying?" ”

"I don't believe Aya will abandon me!" Cao Zhi sobbed and asked, "General, can he really leave?" ”