Riding and cutting the imperial pirates of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 214 Zhang Zhao (4K)

Staring closely at the front, Wang Zheng's expression was uncertain.

In the early hours of the morning, the fighting became more and more intense.

City gate.

Chen Jiao and his soldiers were still trying to throw firewood into the gate, and then set fire to the gate, but the defenders on the top of the city did not sit idly by, shooting rockets from time to time, trying to ignite it in advance.

Under such back-and-forth, the fire rises all the time, but it is always difficult to form a prairie fire, let alone burn the city and break the door. At most, there will be a few thin tongues of flames that roll sporadic fire points into the night sky, as if for the bright and clean half-moon. Like setting off fireworks.

Then there were thin tongues of flames rolling sparks towards the sky, as if offering fireworks to the half-circle moon in the mid-heaven.

on the city head.

Before Zhang Rao's rampage, he swept away a piece of land, followed by more than a dozen soldiers climbing up one after another, already occupying a foothold.

But that's about it.

The county lieutenant looked at all directions and listened to all directions, and he took every aspect into consideration, and immediately commanded a reserve army to open up the defense line to meet him.

Seemingly seeing Zhang Rao's outstanding performance, he even sent a Dubo to greet him, forming a general-to-general situation.

Na Dubo also seemed to be quite brave. He picked up his spear and fought with Zhang Rao for a long time, forming an evenly matched situation. The rest of the defenders swarmed up against Zhang Rao's soldiers. On the offensive, I am afraid that even this only foothold will not be able to occupy it.

However, after all, they still fell into entanglement with each other.

Zhang Rao occupied the foothold, but was unable to expand his advantage.

Although Pengcheng's army couldn't keep up with them, it also formed a containment and containment.

Looking at Xu Fang again, Wang Zheng frowned when he saw that his slamming into the car door seemed to have little effect.

Can't go on like this
The night wind came slowly, with a choking sound, passed through the towering city wall, and blew onto Wang Zheng's body, bringing a clear chill amidst the boundless whistling sound.

But he couldn't blow away the anxiety in Wang Zheng's heart.

Just as he was considering once again whether to decide whether to let Xu Fang and Wu Sheng go all out without hesitating casualties, he didn't know that there were new changes in Pengcheng at this time.

Ruolu Prison.

In the silence where a needle could be heard, suddenly there was some movement from outside the door, as if the chain was being pulled.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of pattering footsteps, but it was in the middle of the night, two people stepped through the corridor and walked towards the depths of the prison.

"I'll wait for you here." The jailer's familiar voice sounded: "But I still need to remind you."

"It's against the rules to enter the prison late at night. If it wasn't for Mrs. Zhang who told my Shangguan that it was a letter from Guangling prefect, I would never have dared to let you in."

"Even so, you only have time for at most one cup of tea!"

"Let's hurry up at home."

"I know, I know, I'm here to serve as a Yamen official." A steady voice sounded, sounding quite old.

"Then go."

At this time, some prisoners who were awakened by these movements looked out from the fence one after another, with curious eyes.

He saw a middle-aged man, walking up and down, not minding the scrutiny of these criminals along the way, just marching all the way to the deepest point.

Not long after, the middle-aged man finally stopped.

He bowed slightly, and respectfully called out to the scribe sitting in front of him with his eyes closed, "Master."

The scribe didn't sleep at all, just closed his eyes and meditated. After hearing the familiar voice, he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw his confidant coming, he just nodded and asked lightly: "How's the inquiry going?"

"My lord." The middle-aged man lowered his voice and told the collected information one by one:

"The total number of this trilogy is more than [-] people. It should have arrived at the outskirts of Pengcheng in the early morning of the day before yesterday, and then arranged hundreds of elites to enter the city in batches disguised as business travelers. After that, they raided at night, snatched the suspension bridge and the city gate, and then cooperated with the inside and outside. Capture the outer city in one fell swoop."

"Hundreds of people?" The scholar said in surprise: "Since he is pretending to be a merchant, even if he brings weapons and armor into the city, there will not be too many, and Cao Bao is not an ignorant soldier. People are stationed, and bells are ringing to warn."

"How could hundreds of people capture two important places at the city gate of the suspension bridge at the same time?"

"The villain has not found out the details." The man replied: "I only heard the words of the soldiers guarding the city. Those hundred people were all extremely brave, and it was another surprise attack before they succeeded."

"Well..." the scribe pondered for a moment, motioning for him to continue.

"After capturing the outer city, the army on the opposite side rested for half a day, and then launched an offensive again after the dawn yesterday. In the middle, they retreated from the call of gold. After two hours, they fought fiercely from dusk to the present. It seems that they are planning to fight at night with lights on. "

"Retire for half a day?" After listening to the man's words, the scribe immediately grasped the point: "Why?"

It is unreasonable to give up the pursuit of victory without going all out.

"I think it's because there are ditches in the inner city." The man thought for a moment and replied, "So they have to fill up the ditches before attacking the city."

In order to avoid people's suspicion, the person the man inquired about was an ordinary soldier, not to mention that he was still pretending to inquire casually, so it was impossible for him to go into details.

"That is to let the cavalry charge!"

Scribe stood up, paced around in the cell, and while sketching the scene of the two sides fighting in his mind, he asked again:
"Can you find out how many people there are?"

"It is said that there are about a thousand people." The man replied uncertainly: "Master, the villain's briber is not a sentry cavalry. He doesn't know how to detect horses. He may not look carefully, and the number may not be correct."

"There are fallacies, but they won't be too big." The scribe clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Since Yuan Gong sent such a number of cavalry, it can be seen that the plan is not just in Pengcheng, but has the intention to go north to Xuzhou."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man showed hesitation:
"My lord, Yuan Shu is a feudal lord, a thousand cavalry may not be considered a big deal to him, let alone."

"You are from the north, but this statement is taken for granted."

The scribe directly cut off his remaining words, and in a good mood, he rarely explained: "Northern people are good at riding, and southerners are good at swimming."

"And Yuan Gong currently occupies Yangzhou, not only lacks good horses, but also lacks soldiers who are good at riding."

"Of course, Yuan Gongshang is still sitting in Yuzhou. This place is suitable for six disturbances. It's just that it is only about horses and cavalry, but it is actually inferior to Yan, Yong, You, and Bingzhou."

"So, a thousand cavalry is actually extremely difficult."

"What's more, you have to know that since Yuan Gong is plotting Xuzhou, it is very likely that he will proceed in two ways, one starting from Yuzhou, and the other starting from Yangzhou."

"There are so many troops on the way to attack Pengcheng alone. It can be seen that Yuan Gong is going to complete his work in one battle."

Seeing the man's original expression, the scribe smiled and asked, "How are the casualties of the city defense army?"

"The casualties are not light." The man thought for a moment, then replied: "Roughly speaking, there should be four to five hundred people."

"I remember that you also served in the army in your early years." Hearing this answer, the scribe was noncommittal, but asked: "How do you see the situation at this time?"

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Seven or eight days at most!"

If you directly talk about the time, you must first confirm that the result is unstoppable!

"So good."

The scribe nodded, and finally let go of his last worry.

He lowered himself down and took out a scroll of letters, beckoning the man to come closer, and while handing it out, he attached his ear canal:

"Then let's do as we agreed."

"I've already written the letter, you go and hand it over to Pan, Wen and other local prominent families in the city, and they will cooperate with you in your actions."

"With the number of defenders in Pengcheng, it is extremely difficult to guard the gates on all sides at the same time. If there is chaos in the city at this time, the soldiers' morale will be disturbed, and their morale will drop, and they will no longer be able to hold on!"

"General Yuan Jun is able to raid and break through the outer city, and he must also be good at fighting. He should be able to grasp such a good opportunity."

"Since there are cavalry, as long as the city gate is opened, the overall situation is settled. The combination of these powerful families and my own soldiers is enough to stir up the situation and determine the outcome!"

"Go."

When receiving the letter, the man did not leave immediately, but looked at the scribe hesitantly, hesitant to speak all over his face.

"Why?" The scribe looked at him in surprise: "What else is there?"

"My lord, Zhao Yu, the prefect of Guangling, sent a letter today to comfort Madam, saying that he has already expressed his feelings to the state shepherd, and he will forgive you, and it will be effective in a short time."

The man finally couldn't hold back, and began to advise: "If you are out of resentment against the state shepherd, or if you are eager to get out of prison, there is actually no need to do this."

"After all, you are also from Pengcheng."

"Even if the city cannot be defended, I can still protect the master and wife from danger and leave the city safely."

The middle-aged man still has something to say. Although he is not from Pengcheng, he has lived here for many years and has developed feelings.

Even if the city is hard to protect, he really doesn't want to join the enemy in his heart.

"Haha." The scribe seemed to be unable to restrain his laughter. He wanted to laugh out loud, but he didn't want to make too much noise and attract the attention of others. After laughing twice, he stopped and pointed at the man:

"Do you think that I moved this heart and did this to revenge Tao Qian, or just to get out of this prison?"

No?
The man was suspicious, and when he was at a loss, he saw the scribe laughing and saying:

"Tao Qian wants to promote me as a talented person, but I don't agree. He is the head of a state, and he needs to punish me because of his majesty. Don't I know? How can he behave like a woman and hold a grudge?"

"And this prison, for others, is a desperate situation. For me, it is just another place to study."

"I have never worried about my own safety!"

The scholar sneered disdainfully: "When Cao Cao gave way, Yanzhou rebelled. How could Tao Qian have the guts to attack me with the lessons learned from the past?"

"You should know that although I am not a great Confucianist like Zhang Huagong, I am well-known in Xuzhou, and I have no deep hatred with Tao Qian. Even if Zhao Gulin did not write a letter, I guess it will be too late. You can get away."

"Master, you are from Pengcheng." The man became more and more puzzled, and opened his mouth to ask, "Why did you do this?"

Hearing this, the scribe stared at the man, and said: "When I refused Tao Qian's detection, you also asked, do you still remember what I said that day?"

"Naturally I remember." The man said: "The master said that day, he didn't want to be an official, but he really didn't want to be a mediocre master."

"Not bad!"

The scribe laughed and said, "Tao Qian is so old and incompetent, how can he be worthy of such a great gift!"

It seemed that the man had aroused his ambition in his chest, the scribe's voice was not loud, but it was full of enthusiasm.

"At this time, the number of days has changed, the artifacts are easier to buy, and the kingdom of the Han Dynasty is about to be exhausted. If you meet the Ming Lord, you can expect to achieve immortal achievements. I value the notes of history!"

"Today's heroes are gathered in the north. Only Yuan Gong embraces Yuzhou but looks south and swallows the left side of the river. This shows that he has great talents and great weapons!"

"Once the Xu County is swallowed up, the three states will be connected to each other, and we can take the opportunity to occupy Jingzhou, Jiaozhou, and even Yizhou!"

"At that time, it will become a trend of sweeping away the world and sweeping the world."

"On the contrary, heroes in Hebei, such as Yuan Shao, Lu Bu, Gongsun Zan, etc., are all outstanding figures of the moment."

Speaking of this, Wen Shi paused, sighed and said: "But it is precisely because of this that they will fall into a stalemate of endless battles and conquests. It is difficult to unify the Northland in a short period of time."

"Let alone outward expansion?"

"This is the lost time!"

In the silence, the scribe let out a low laugh, as if quite pleased with himself:
"Therefore, I knew that the Ming Lord I met would be facing south, not north!"

"Now Yuan Gong is plotting Xuzhou as expected, this is my opportunity to enter!"

Looking at the man again, the scribe, or Zhang Zhao, paused every word: "I offer the land of my ancestral home, and Chengwu Zhang's eagle soars, why not?"

Just when Wang Zheng was hesitating, his face suddenly changed.

Why does it seem that there are shouts coming from the inner city?

He was about to concentrate on listening again, but instinctively raised his head as if aware of it.

At this moment, the inner city suddenly burst into flames, thick smoke rose into the sky, and there was even more hustle and bustle, as if hundreds of people were shouting.

what's the situation?
Why is this scene so familiar, like the situation where Wu Sheng launched civil strife in the city before?
Just as he was wondering, he saw that the expression of the county captain on the top of the city changed drastically, and Wang Zheng, who had extraordinary eyesight, saw more clearly that several groups of people and horses were hurrying down the city.

opportunity!

Wang Zheng, tempered by long battles, is no longer a military rookie at the beginning of the journey.

He made a decision in an instant, no matter what happened in the city, who was helping him, at least for now, he saw the opportunity to fight.

What needs to be done is to seize this fleeting opportunity!

"shooting!"

With a shout, the Qingzhou step bow shoots out arrows like a rain of arrows, and suddenly the offensive soars, directly forming a moment of suppression. With the number of soldiers in the city tower reduced, coupled with the distraction of people's hearts, there is finally no time to shoot arrows to ignite .

Chen Jiao also reacted immediately, roared in ecstasy, and immediately let the whole army of infantry around him press down, dividing into several groups to burn the door.

When they climbed up to the fighting board again and lit the fire, the soldiers on the top of the city finally couldn't help showing their heads and wanted to pour water to put out the fire, but Wang Zheng gave another order, and the arrows rained again, forcing them to shrink back again.

Not long after, the long-awaited fire finally appeared.

As the flames soared into the sky, under the fierceness of the fire, there were continuous crackling sounds, which meant that the city gate was gradually scorched.
boom!
Finally, with a muffled sound, the gate that had been blocked for a long time finally collapsed.

At this moment, calls were made from inside and outside the city at the same time.

One, though, was excited to cheer while the other.
But it was full of despair.

The unpleasant burnt smell wafted down the city with the wind, but it made everyone in Wang Zhengjun's heart happy, and felt that it was as charming as the smell of rice.

"Bump away!"

As soon as Xu Fang gave an order, the car immediately turned around and rushed over, knocking over the burnt-out fighting board three or two times, and smashing the overwhelmed city gate into pieces.

"Hahaha!"

Laughing wildly, Wu Sheng raised his arm and raised his knife, looking around at the crowd: "Who else is the first to enter the city?"

"Tian Zhu Camp, Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

More than 1000 people shot at their armor with swords and guns, brandishing their guns and shouting wantonly, and galloped along with Wu Sheng.

In a short time, he stepped over the completely destroyed deer's feet, crossed the ashes and ruins on the ground, and even caught everyone's eyes, rushing into the city with an unstoppable momentum.

At the end of the night, the sky fire finally ignited.

Pengcheng's last line of defense was also completely torn apart!

(End of this chapter)