This prince is going to heaven

Chapter 724
Yunzhou.

city ​​wall.

Jing Yichuan and Yang Ping looked at the black army of Huns under the city, a trace of sadness appeared on the faces of the two of them at the same time, the difference in strength was five times, how could they hold it?Now they are just fighting to the death, desperately evacuating the people of Yunzhou, and buying more time for the emperor of Yanjing to move.

Xing Xinhe has already led people to evacuate the people, and this kind of thing would not be so easy without him, the governor of Yunzhou.

The loud horn sounded, and the Huns didn't seem to intend to give Yunzhou too much preparation time, and directly launched an attack.

"Archer ready, shoot!"

When the rain of arrows fell, the Huns soldiers who rushed to the front fell down in pieces like they were cut leeks, but there were still a steady stream of Huns holding their shields against the rain of arrows and rushed to the bottom of the city, and then the ladder was erected, Countless Huns screamed and began to climb.

Stones kept falling, buckets of boiling hot oil and golden juice poured down, the screams were loud, and I don't know how many Huns soldiers fell from the ladder.

But when someone fell, someone filled the gap, and the Huns were completely blown away, as if they were not afraid of life and death at all.

Soon, the archers finished shooting arrows, throwing stones, hot oil and golden juice, and the Hun army stepped onto the city wall. Jing Yichuan stood on the attic, staring at the battle situation and commanding non-stop. Ping took the lead and led the generals of the Zhou Dynasty to kill the Huns.

Beacon smoke was everywhere on the city wall of Yunzhou, and the shouts of killing went straight to the sky. The soldiers of the Great Zhou were completely red-eyed at this moment. Jing Yichuan saw with his own eyes a soldier of the Great Zhou who was stabbed in the stomach by the Huns, and when he vomited blood, he also With a smirk on his face, he tried his best to chop off the head of the Hun with a single knife, and a soldier of the Great Zhou stabbed a Hun soldier to death with his long dagger. Hacked to the ground.

Fighting is everywhere, such tragic scenes are happening everywhere, the crisp sound of weapons colliding together, the sound of weapons passing through the body, and the mournful cries of soldiers are intertwined, scaring the sun above the head. It even hid directly behind the dark clouds.

The weather gradually became gloomy, and the battle lasted for a long time.

Yang Ping, who took the lead, was slashed on the shoulder by a Hun soldier. If he hadn't dodged in time, his head might have been chopped off by this slash.

His shoulder was bleeding profusely, but Yang Ping didn't seem to feel the pain at all, and he knew the life of the Hun with a knife, and then asked the soldiers wandering around him: "How is the evacuation of the people?" ?”

"Return to the general, the Governor just reported that [-]% of the people have withdrawn from Yunzhou City. He needs us to hold on for another hour, so as to ensure that the people of Yunzhou return to the hinterland of Dazhou safely."

Yang Ping looked around at the battle situation on the city wall, tore off the soft cloth from his waist and tied it casually on the wound on his shoulder, then laughed and said: "Okay, then we are fighting for an hour for them !"

After saying this, he rushed to the Huns without hesitation again, and the dozen or so soldiers followed his footsteps to protect his back for fear that he would have an accident.

An hour later, the Xiongnu army completely boarded the city wall of Yunzhou, and countless Hun soldiers rushed down and opened the city gate of Yunzhou without fear of death.

More and more soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty fell down, blood stained half of the city wall, and only half of the burned handsome flag was flapping in the wind.

The remaining soldiers who could still stand gradually leaned together, and were slowly surrounded by the Huns' army.

Jing Yichuan had also been killed from the attic at this time. He and Yang Ping were back to back, and his eyes turned red as he looked around at the soldiers of the Great Zhou who were protecting them with less than a thousand left.

Yang Ping's face was covered with blood, and there were wounds all over his body. He said softly to Jing Yichuan: "I'll lead someone to tear open a hole in a while, and you rush out. There are horses under the city wall, and Master Xing will also send people to help you. The Huns have not yet occupied Yunzhou, and we brothers can live one by one!"

As soon as he said this, Jing Yichuan, who was also covered in blood, sneered immediately: "I'll blow your dog's head off with one punch, what nonsense are you talking about! Let me leave you and run away alone? I can't do it, what else? , don’t call me a brother and brother, you are only a little boy, when I followed your father to fight in the battlefield, you were still a fool who was peeing and muddy in crotch pants.”

Yang Ping's face darkened immediately: "Aren't you willing to save your life?"

"If you want to go, you go."

"I do not go."

"I'm the head coach here. When is it your turn to give orders? The old general has been fighting all his life and you are the only seedling under his knees. You can't let him die, can you?"

Yang Ping was about to speak, but there was a sudden burst of laughter from behind the Xiongnu army. Countless Huns stepped aside, and the Zuoxian King who should have died came out impressively.

"You really are not dead!" Jing Yichuan shouted angrily at that time.

Zuo Xianwang looked at Yang Ping and Jing Yichuan, who were guarded in the center, and said with a smile: "I already knew that you Da Zhou made such a big killer, so how could you get involved so easily? Leading troops into the city that day It's not me at all."

In fact, when Zuo Xianwang said this, there was still a lingering fear in his heart. Although he did not enter the city at Qingpingguan that day, the movement caused by the explosion is still echoing in his mind. Rizhen entered the city, I am afraid that it is impossible to get out alive.

"How did you know? Also, since you clearly know that my Da Zhou has such a powerful weapon, why do you still want your soldiers to enter the city? Could it be that their lives are so worthless in your opinion? "

Zuo Xianwang immediately smiled and clapped his hands, said: "General Jing is the commander of one party, he has reached the end of the mountain, and he still doesn't forget to drive a wedge between me and the soldiers."

Jing Yichuan sighed suddenly: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"It's very simple, because that King Jing of your Great Zhou used this thing before, and it happened that the person he wanted to blow up didn't die, so he told me to be careful with this thing. To be honest, I really didn't expect this thing It will be so lethal. I can still vividly remember the explosion at Qingpingguan that day. It killed nearly [-] of my Huns soldiers. They are all warriors on my grassland, so they lost their lives It’s really not worth it to be there.”

"So you deliberately faked your death, so that we can relax our vigilance, take advantage of the soldiers of Yunzhou to support Pingyang Pass, and then kill us to return to the carbine? It is a very clever method. I have underestimated you before."

Hearing Yang Ping praise him so much, the smile on Zuo Xianwang's face became even stronger. Isn't it a very happy thing to be praised by his opponent?

"I still learned the trick of cheating death from your Prince Jing. You must know that we suffered a big loss at the hands of your Prince Jing in the battle of the Northern Territory the year before last."

Jing Yichuan was about to speak, but was interrupted by King Zuo Xian of the Huns, who kept shaking his head and said: "General Jing, you are a smart man, and I happen to be not a fool, I know you said so to me. It’s mostly delaying time, so I don’t intend to waste time, if you let your loyal soldiers put down their weapons and surrender now, I can consider leaving you a whole body!”

"You fart! My soldiers of Great Zhou can only die standing up, how can anyone kneel and surrender! Soldiers, do you dare to fight to the death with this commander?" Jing Yichuan shouted loudly.

"Fight to the death!" The remaining one thousand soldiers roared loudly, this momentum made countless Hun soldiers terrified.

King Zuo Xian sneered, then stepped back, stretched out his hand and waved it lightly.

On that day, the city of Yunzhou was broken.

Jing Yichuan, the head coach of the Northern Territory, was stabbed to death several times. Before he died, he leaned on the city wall with his sword and did not fall down. His face was covered with blood, his eyes were as big as copper bells. Zhijian, with wounds all over his body, passed out immediately after losing too much blood. Thousands of soldiers desperately sent him down the city wall, and was taken out alive by Xing Xinhe, governor of Yunzhou.

(End of this chapter)