There is usually a principle in war, which is that if a country can crush it with certainty, it is best not to play tricks.

There are countless people who have capsized in the gutter.

In the past, Yang Zheng thought Luoyang was not important because he was from the perspective of a time traveler.

Luoyang plays an important role in the minds of people of this era.

Otherwise, Cao Wei would not have moved the capital from Xuchang to Luoyang.

Four hundred thousand Qin troops rushed to Hanoi.

Wang Jun, the Jin general who guarded Luoyang, was an old rival.

After the Hedong War the year before last, Yang Zheng's troops approached the Yellow River and were blocked by Shi Bao and Wang Jun.

However, Sima Yan had not yet moved the capital, and Luoyang had soldiers and food.

The Yellow River surges and roars, moving toward the east in a mighty way.

Wang Jun set up water camps at Mengjinguan and Xiaopingjinguan, and sentry boats sneaked around the river every day to explore.

After several attempts to persuade people to surrender, there was still no movement on the other side. Wang Jun did not shed tears when he saw the coffin, and Yang Zheng was not polite. He assembled the Pili chariot by the river, prepared it with heavy fire and oil, and aimed at the water village on the other side of the Yellow River.

Wang Jun also had a premonition of the crisis, and the navy floated down from the upper reaches, trying to destroy the Thunderbolt Car in one fell swoop.

However, his naval army only had two to three thousand men. In front of the 400,000 Qin army, he was like an ant to an elephant.

Seeing the strong barriers on the shore, the navy fired a few waves of arrows and retreated.

Since the main purpose was to attack people's hearts, of course, they had to shock people's hearts to the maximum extent. Yang Zheng assembled more than 400 thunderbolt vehicles on the north bank and temporarily built more than 100 trebuchets.

All the fierce fire oil in Guanzhong was brought in.

"First give Wang Jun a meeting gift!" Yang Zheng wrote lightly.

"Wei!" Pang Qing raised the command flag and ordered the soldiers to gallop away on horseback.

Then the war drums roared.

More than a hundred clay pots filled with water were thrown into the sky and flew towards the other side of the Yellow River.

On a battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people and on the mighty Yellow River, these black stones are too insignificant.

The intensity and angle were not adjusted properly. Some cannon stones hit the water directly, while others flew over the enemy's water stronghold and landed on Mengjin Pass.

Only a few of them smashed into the camp and fell apart, without causing any substantial damage.

The Jin troops on the south bank hid at first, but then jumped out one by one, stretched their necks and pointed, while a burst of ridicule came intermittently.

"What the hell is this? It's better for my subordinates to rush over and chop off their heads." Liu Heng spat.

The surrounding officers and soldiers of the Qin army also disagreed and whispered.

"You know nothing!" Yang Zheng cursed.

Isn't this guy best at playing with birds? He has more concubines in his house than in the palace.

Liu Heng was stunned. It took him a while to understand, and he laughed twice.

The first wave was just a test launch.

More than 600 thunderbolt vehicles and trebuchets were constantly adjusting their distance.

After half a stick of incense, Meng Guan drove his horse over and said, "Your Majesty, we have already taken aim."

"Don't be stingy with fierce fire oil. As long as the effect is achieved, regardless of the cost, give me a hard beating!"

"only!"

The war drums sounded again, but this time it was more passionate, resounding on both sides of the Yellow River.

The soldiers on both sides of the Taiwan Strait looked at it eagerly, some disapprovingly.

The command flag on the north bank was suddenly lowered, the thunderbolt chariots trembled in unison, and the clay pots roared across the sky.

More than six hundred clay pots still seem insignificant.

However, when the clay pot smashed into the Jin army's water stronghold, it suddenly burst and flames spewed out, swallowing everything around it.

Wood, water, stone, armor, people...

Everything was engulfed in flames.

The Jin army's laughter soon turned into screams, and their bodies were struggling and twisting in the flames...

As long as it is touched with a little fire oil, the flame will be like a tarsal maggot and cannot be extinguished even if you jump into the water.

Alchemy is also a subject in the Imperial Academy of the Qin Dynasty. Countless alchemists and alchemists from all over the world are pouring in to increase the power of the fierce fire oil.

The Jin army's water stronghold was instantly ignited.

But the Qin army's Thunderbolt Chariot still did not stop, waves of fierce fire oil were thrown towards the south bank, and even Mengjinguan was set on fire.

It seemed as if the entire south bank was in flames.

The fire was overwhelming and spread to the Yellow River, and then the Yellow River was also ignited.

Flames soared into the sky and black smoke billowed.

The Qin army's thunderbolt chariots and catapults continued to throw angry flames towards the other side.

All the Qin troops held their breath and concentrated. The impact of the fierce fire and oil on them was too great.

The Qiang Hu, Ji Di, Mobei tribe Yi Cong, etc. all opened their eyes wide.

Focusing on the heart is paramount.

It was not only the hearts of the Jin army that were attacked, but also their hearts.

Yang Zheng doesn't mind showing the most powerful and powerful side of Da Qin.

"Long live! Long live!"

Soon, the consternation turned into cheers, first from the mouths of the Han army, then from the Qiang people, Xi Di...

The entire North Shore was boiling.

Some people from the Qiang, Zhi, Ba, Xianbei and other tribes knelt by the Yellow River and worshiped the blazing flames on the south bank.

The effect Yang Zheng wanted was achieved.

The fire burned for nearly two hours before it was slowly extinguished. Only twisted and charred corpses were left on the south bank, with black ashes everywhere. Mengjinguan was also abandoned.

How could Wang Jun's Yellow River defense line withstand such sharp weapons as thunderbolt chariots and fierce fire oil?

The army successfully crossed the river and advanced towards Luoyang.

"How much fierce fire oil is left?" Yang Zheng asked quietly.

"Less than a thousand..." Meng Guan also responded in a low voice.

"What? Didn't I get more than 10,000 pills and they were gone in just two hours?"

The production, storage and transportation of fierce fire oil are quite troublesome.

It took three or four months to get less than 20,000 pills. Most of them were gone during the first battle, and some were not transferred to the rear.

"Your Majesty said that as long as the effect is effective, regardless of the cost, I will not stop...?" Meng Guan hesitated.

Yang Zheng felt a pain in his body, but to create such a big momentum just now, it must cost some money.

But Luoyang has to rely on human lives to pile up.

Wang Jun was known as a tough guy and the only general in the Sima family who could show his strength. He was greatly favored by Sima Zhao.

After being persuaded to surrender so many times but still not surrendering, he should be like Tang Bin and would rather die than surrender.

Of course, whether Wang Jun surrenders or not, Luoyang's predicament cannot be changed.

Luoyang is actually an isolated city.

Since Sima Yan moved his capital to Yecheng, he would never fight the Qin army here.

An army of 400,000 people slowly wrapped around Luoyang like a giant snake.

Wang Jun had 30,000 defenders under his command, so it was bound to be a bloody battle.

Since it is a battle to destroy the country, bloody battles and bitter battles are definitely inevitable.

Yang Zheng didn't want to take shortcuts.

"The last general is willing to be the vanguard!" Liu Heng took the lead in asking for battle as usual.

However, someone was more anxious than him. Gou Xi knelt on one knee in front of Yang Zheng and said, "I would like to be the vanguard."

The younger a person is, the more ambitious he is.

"Okay." Yang Zheng was willing to train young people, "I am here to beat the drum myself. If I can break the city, I will promote you to be the governor of the tent!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Gou Xi's face was flushed, and the generals around her looked envious.

The Pili chariot was reassembled under the city. Although there was not much fuel for the fierce fire, there were many stones near Luoyang, so it could still attack the defenders in the city.

Rows of soldiers shine under the summer sun.

"Destroy the city! Destroy the city!" Gou Xi slapped the shield with his sword, making a roaring sound.

A thousand elites behind him also followed suit, "Break the city! Break the city!"

Yang Zheng looked at Luoyang under the scorching sun and beat the first war drum.

"Kill!" Gou Xi's hair spread out and he shouted like a wild wolf.

However, before taking a step forward, Luoyang's urn gate creaked open.

Wang Jun led a group of generals and barricaded themselves out...

With a "clang", Gou Xi's sword and shield was thrown to the ground, "Spineless!"
Chapter completed!