Shuhan

With the money "donated" by those who bought official positions in order to survive, food and fodder gradually piled up in the Han army's tents.

Although it is still far from being abundant, it is at least no longer stretched to the limit and can barely support a battle.

The cold winter wind whistled through the cracks in the camp, blowing up gusts of yellow sand and making the sky appear dim.

Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, illuminating Fei Yi's focused and serious face.

He was wearing armor and had a long sword at his waist. The tassels on the hilt swayed gently with his movements.

Holding a military newspaper, Fei Yi read the latest battle situation in a steady and powerful voice: "In Luoyang, Generals Zhao Yun and Hao Zhao are guarding Mengjin. They can still hold out for a while. However, the road from Chenggao Pass to Mengjin has been cut off. The Wei army has been attacking Chenggao Pass like hungry wolves. The situation is very critical."

Liu Chan sat on the commander's seat with a solemn expression.

He was wearing a dragon robe and a golden crown on his head, and his brows revealed an extraordinary demeanor, but at this moment he was full of worry.

He clenched his hands together, his knuckles turning white from the force, revealing his inner tension and anxiety.

Listening to Fei Yi's report, Liu Chan frowned even more tightly. He knew very well that once Mengjin was lost, it would have an immeasurable impact on the entire Han army's battle situation.

"Your Majesty, Chenggao Pass is an important pass connecting our army to Luoyang. If it is breached by the Wei army, our army will be attacked from both sides." After reading the military report, Fei Yi looked up at Liu Chan, his tone full of worry.

Liu Chan was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering in the candlelight.

He quickly calculated the current situation in his mind, and every decision was related to the life and death of the Han army.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He stood up suddenly and said loudly: "Send 20,000 troops to Chenggao Pass for support immediately! At the same time, send another 20,000 troops to cross the frozen Yellow River, capture Ping County, and drive straight to Luoyang! Let's rescue Mengjin from the siege!"

His voice was firm and powerful, as if it could penetrate the cold wind and reach the hearts of every soldier.

Upon hearing this, the generals in the tent showed expressions of surprise, but were soon replaced by high morale.

Liu Chan swept his eyes over the generals, his eyes full of trust.

"Your Majesty is wise!" A general knelt down first and shouted loudly.

Immediately, the other generals also knelt down and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Liu Chan nodded slightly and signaled everyone to stand up.

He turned and looked at the map, his finger running between Chenggao Pass and Pingxian County, as if he had already seen the heroic scene of the Han army soldiers fighting bravely.

"Fei Yi, you must prepare the troops immediately and select the best soldiers and generals to ensure that this battle is a sure success."

Liu Chan said in a deep voice, his tone filled with unquestionable firmness.

Fei Yi took the order and left. His figure disappeared at the door of the tent, leaving only the sound of his firm footsteps echoing in the cold wind.

Liu Chan stood there, staring at the map, praying silently in his heart that the Han army would be able to win the battle.

At this time, the cold wind outside the tent seemed to be even more biting, causing the flags in the camp to flutter.

But the soldiers in the tent were not affected by the cold wind at all, their hearts were full of fighting spirit.

They knew that as long as they followed Liu Chan, they would be able to overcome all difficulties and move towards victory.

Soon, Fei Yi returned to the camp with his soldiers, all of whom were in high spirits, wearing bright armor, holding weapons tightly in their hands, and with a determined killing intent in their eyes.

Fei Yi walked up to Liu Chan, saluted respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, the troops are ready. We will march out immediately upon your order."

The troops had been prepared in advance, and this time they went there just to confirm the sequence of the troops.

Liu Chan nodded with satisfaction.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Let's go!"

Following Liu Chan's order, the soldiers walked out of the tents and marched towards the battlefield with firm steps.

Their figures gradually faded away in the cold wind, leaving only the sound of horse hooves and the collision of armor echoing in the camp.

Liu Chan stood at the door of the tent and watched the soldiers go away.

The cold wind was still howling, but Liu Chan's heart was full of strength.

At this time, on the battlefield of Chenggao Pass, Meng Da was leading the Han army soldiers to fight bravely.

The commander of Chenggao Pass was ambushed and killed when he came to reinforce. After that, Meng Da and the Shen brothers were transferred to Chenggao Pass to be in charge of the defense.

They were fully aware of the heavy responsibility they shouldered, and that every action they took depended on the life and death of the Han army.

Therefore, they tried their best and fought a desperate battle with the Wei army.

Meng Da rode a white horse and held a spear in his hand, moving unstoppably on the battlefield. His spear skills were sharp and accurate, and every thrust could take the life of a Wei soldier.

His figure moved freely on the battlefield, like a flash of white lightning, making the Wei army soldiers terrified.

The Shen brothers held big swords and stood on the city wall, commanding the Han soldiers to defend.

His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he could see through every conspiracy of the Wei army.

He shouted loudly, encouraging the soldiers to fight bravely and win glory for the Han Dynasty.

However, the Wei army's offensive was extremely fierce. They rushed to Chenggao Pass like a tide, trying to break through this important pass in one fell swoop.

Although the Han army soldiers fought bravely, their numbers were limited after all and they gradually fell into a bitter battle.

Just then, the sound of horse hooves and the collision of armor came from afar.

The Shen brothers were overjoyed when they heard this, as they knew that reinforcements from the Han army had arrived.

They all cheered up and prepared to attack the Wei army together with the reinforcements.

Sure enough, after a while, 20,000 Han soldiers appeared on the battlefield.

They were all in high spirits and morale, as if they had already seen the hope of victory.

Under the leadership of Fei Yi, they quickly joined the battle and attacked the Wei army together with Zhao Yun and Hao Zhao.

The Wei army had long known of the presence of the Han army's reinforcements, so they retreated slowly into the camp. The Han army did not dare to drive straight in, so they chose to retreat temporarily and confront the Wei army.

. . .

Late at night, the cold wind was like a knife, piercing every inch of the air. Above the Yellow River, there was ice for thousands of miles, all covered in silver, like a battlefield crossed by cavalry, quiet and solemn.

The Han army soldiers, wearing heavy armor and standing on solid ice, had a determined look in their eyes. They knew that at this moment, history would be written by them.

Liao Hua stood in front of the army, wearing armor that shone coldly in the moonlight. His face was firm and his eyes were like torches, as if they could penetrate the darkness and look directly at Ping County ahead.

"Soldiers, tonight, we will cross the frozen Yellow River and head straight for Ping County! Although the Wei army is on guard, we are brave and resourceful, and we have help from within. The day when we can capture the city is just around the corner!" His voice was low and powerful, like the beating of a war drum, inspiring the hearts of every soldier.

The Han army began to cross the river on a large scale. The sound of horse hooves, the friction of armor, and the occasional sound of ice cracking intertwined together to form a heroic war song.

The soldiers held torches in their hands, and the flames flickered in the cold wind, illuminating the way forward and the beliefs in their hearts.

Some soldiers had frost on their faces, and a thin layer of ice on their eyebrows and eyelashes, but their eyes did not waver in the slightest, filled with only a desire for victory.

In Ping County, the Wei army had already noticed the movements of the Han army. On the city walls, the lights were brightly on and the defenders were on high alert. The archers gripped their longbows tightly, and their arrows flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if they were ready to turn into arrows of death at any time and shoot at any enemy who dared to invade.

The city gates were closed, like a sleeping beast, quietly waiting for the arrival of challengers.

"General, the Han army has begun to cross the river!"

A scout came running over, looking nervous.

The Wei army general frowned, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

"Pass the order, the whole city is on alert, archers are ready, if the Han army approaches, shoot immediately!"

His voice was calm and decisive, revealing unquestionable majesty.

However, the Han army's momentum was extremely fierce. They not only had a careful plan, but also had sufficient preparation.

The traitor secretly coordinated in the city, carrying sufficient city-breaking equipment, gunpowder and other supplies, as if everything indicated that the outcome of the battle had been decided. When the Han army approached the city wall, the traitor opened a corner of the city gate at the right time, providing the Han army with an opportunity to break in.

"Charge!" The Han army soldiers let out a deafening shout and rushed towards the city gate like a tide.

Although the Wei army responded quickly, the number of defenders was limited after all. Facing the fierce offensive of the Han army, they seemed somewhat overwhelmed.

Arrows rained down on the Han army like locusts, but the soldiers were not afraid. They used their lives and courage to build an indestructible line of defense.

For a moment, flames shot up into the sky from the city walls and the shouts of killing were deafening.

The Han army soldiers, armed with spears and swords, fought bravely, their eyes full of desire for victory.

Although the Wei army soldiers fought bravely, they gradually became overwhelmed by the fierce offensive of the Han army.

"Quick, bring the gunpowder!" shouted a Han army general.

Immediately, several packets of gunpowder were quickly delivered to the front of the city gate. The Han soldiers ignited the gunpowder. With a loud bang, a big hole was blown open in the city gate.

The Han army soldiers poured into the city like a tide and fought a desperate battle with the Wei army.

The fighting in the city was extremely fierce, and every street and every house became a battlefield.

The Han army soldiers fought bravely, their figures shuttled through the firelight, like ghosts, which was terrifying.

Although the Wei army soldiers fought desperately, they gradually fell into a bitter battle under the fierce offensive of the Han army.

On a street corner, a Wei army soldier held a sword tightly, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

He looked at the Han soldiers rushing towards him like a tide, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

He knew that he could no longer resist, and with trembling hands he slowly put down the sword.

"Have mercy!" He fell to his knees and begged.

However, the Han army soldiers did not stop, they held their weapons and continued to charge forward. In this cruel war, there was no mercy, only victory or defeat.

After a night of fierce fighting, Pingxian City was finally captured by the Han army.

The city was full of ruins, flames and smoke.

Although the Han soldiers were exhausted, their eyes were filled with joy and pride of victory.

"Rest for a while, and then the army will set out, heading for Luoyang!" Liao Hua's voice echoed in the city.

Upon hearing this, the Han soldiers were encouraged. They knew that the next battle would be more difficult, but they were ready.

After a short rest, the Han army was ready to go.

They were wearing armor, holding weapons, and there was a determination gleam in their eyes.

The army marched towards Luoyang in a mighty force, with great momentum, like a giant dragon galloping across the plains.

The people of Luoyang had already learned the news that the Han army had captured Ping County, and the city was filled with fear.

People closed their doors and windows and stayed at home praying for peace.

The soldiers defending the city were on high alert, knowing that a fierce battle was about to begin.

When the Han army approached Luoyang City, the atmosphere in the city was already tense.

On the city walls, the guards were densely packed, and the archers held their longbows tightly, ready to attack the invading enemies at any time.

The city gates were closed tightly, like an indestructible barrier, guarding the peace of Luoyang City.

However, the momentum of the Han army made them feel unprecedented pressure.

As they looked at the surging array of the Han army, an indescribable fear surged in their hearts.

They knew that this battle would determine the fate of Luoyang City and also their own survival.

The Han army lined up outside the city. Liao Hua rode on a tall horse, holding a long sword, with a determined look in his eyes.

He looked around, seeing the determined faces, his heart filled with pride and confidence.

"Soldiers, the city of Luoyang is just ahead! We have fought through countless hardships and finally made it here! Today, we will conquer this city!"

Liao Hua's voice was passionate and powerful, like the beating of a war drum, inspiring the hearts of every soldier.

Upon hearing this, the Han soldiers were encouraged. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes flashing with desire for victory.

If you can capture and kill Emperor Cao Rui of Wei.

I'm afraid he can be directly conferred the title of Marquis of Wanhu?

now.

In Luoyang city, it was almost dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun slanted across the ancient city walls, giving this capital city that had experienced many vicissitudes of life a layer of golden glow.

However, the atmosphere in the city was extremely tense. People were hurrying on the streets, the sounds of the market gradually faded away, and a depressing silence enveloped the entire city.

Emperor Cao Rui of Wei was sitting in the deep palace of the imperial palace at this moment. When he heard the spy report that the Han army had captured Ping County and was marching towards Luoyang in a mighty manner, he was not at all panicked.

Cao Rui knew very well that as the king of a country, he must not show the slightest cowardice.

He stood up slowly, his eyes determined, as if he could see through the thick fog and see the impending war.

He knew very well that every decision he made at this moment would be related to the survival of the Wei State and the safety of tens of millions of people.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm the waves in his heart, and then slowly walked towards the inner hall.

The flickering candlelight in the hall illuminated his resolute face.

He walked to an old camphorwood box and gently opened the lid. Inside lay a set of armor, which was the armor worn by his grandfather Cao Cao.

The mottled marks on the armor seem to be telling the story of the war-torn years.

Cao Rui carefully picked up the armor, gently stroked the cold iron sheet with his fingers, and an inexplicable power surged in his heart.

He slowly took off his emperor's uniform, revealing his strong body, and then put on his armor piece by piece.

The weight of the armor pressed on his shoulders, but made him feel extremely secure.

He seemed to be able to feel his grandfather's bravery and wisdom, and seemed to hear the sounds of the battlefield with the beating of war drums and the clatter of horses' hooves.

After getting dressed, Cao Rui stood in front of the bronze mirror and stared at himself in the mirror.

In the mirror, he was wearing armor, his eyes were firm and deep, as if he could see through everything.

His face was a little thin, but his brows revealed an unquestionable majesty.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his armor, then turned and walked out of the inner hall, striding towards the court.

In the court, all the ministers had already rushed in after hearing the news. They all looked worried and talked a lot.

The moment Cao Rui stepped into the court, all voices stopped abruptly and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

He stood in the center of the court, looking around, with a determined look in his eyes.

"My dear ministers." Cao Rui said, his voice was steady and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts.

"Now is the time when our country is in danger. The Han army is coming with great force, intending to annex our Wei State. However, I will never retreat a single step. I must defeat the Han army and ensure that our Wei State will be forever secure!"

His words were sonorous and powerful, and every word seemed to hit the hearts of the ministers.

Upon hearing this, all the ministers were encouraged. They knew that the Emperor of Wei was their backbone and their spiritual support at this moment.

Cao Rui continued, "You are all the pillars of the Wei Kingdom. If you can work together and face the national crisis together, I will reward you handsomely and make you rich and powerful. But if anyone dares to surrender and betray the Wei Kingdom, don't blame me for being ruthless and will kill you without mercy!" (End of this chapter)