Chapter 1174 Anyone who surrenders will have a share
"Old Tan, you are alive!"
"Very good!"
He Mai danced excitedly, but the soldiers around him were still stuck in that sad situation and couldn't extricate themselves.
Knowing that their beloved general was not dead, tears and snot were still hanging on their faces.
It looks extremely funny.
"Hel me up, I want to fight again!"
"Why fight again?"
"It's important to go back and bandage the wounds. Although they are all skin injuries, they are bleeding a lot. We can't do it without treatment."
I still want to fight again!
Do you think you can still stand up now?
Putting aside the situation at the South Gate for the moment, anyway, it is a good thing that Lao Tan did not hurt any vital parts.
After all, if it was really pierced through the belly and brought to Wang Mi's eyes, King Langya would be very sorry. If this were the case in modern times, I'm afraid he could still be saved.
But at the end of Jin Dynasty, he was really powerless.
That feeling of powerlessness cannot be dissipated or erased no matter what. This is different from the regret and heartbreak that I feel as a person of this era, knowing that such wounded soldiers cannot be treated.
You clearly know that if possible, if the conditions are met, wounds of this degree can be treated, but the conditions do not allow it.
That kind of regret goes deep into my bones.
Fortunately, Lao Tan was pulled back from the edge of the cliff, relying on his own wisdom. How could it not make people laugh?
Unlike Zhai Liao, his eldest son and steadfast escape follower, Zhai Zhao, is still under heavy siege.
For him, this current situation is of course both good and bad.
The good thing is, he is still alive.
The bad thing is that he is still alive.
If, like Zhai Liao, you die completely, you won't have to suffer any more, and your life will enter a completely different state.
Maybe you can even queue up on the road to reincarnation!
If the father is like this, what can the son do?
The fact that Zhai Zhao is still alive can only mean that the Ding Ling people who besieged him are not capable enough, or their men are not ruthless enough.
After all, he was also the former leader. Facing Zhai Liao, Ding Ling still had some scruples. If he really killed him, he would still feel a little burdened.
When Tan Pingzhi was sent away, He Mai's eyes inadvertently glanced at the circle that trapped Zhai Zhao, and Lao Tan murmured: "You don't care, just kill him, what are you doing with him?"
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Lao Tan now hated the Ding Ling people so much that if he hadn't been injured, he would have mounted his horse and killed Zhai Zhao himself.
I dare to hurt me, can I still keep you?
However, He Mai obviously didn't think so. He smiled evilly: "Hey, that's wrong."
"If I kill him, what fun will I have here?"
"Have you never seen a cockfight? The fun of cockfighting lies in the fighting. Who wins and who loses is actually not that important."
"Onlookers and bettors are all watching the process of cock fighting. Nowadays, there is no fighting cock, but there is such a thing as fighting man."
"What a rare opportunity. He brought it to me by himself. How could I not let others make the best use of it?"
This He Mai is really...
Very playful.
Lao Tan was also hurt and tired, so he stopped talking.
The South Gate has become a battlefield for He Mai to perform alone, and whether it is Ding Ling people, Jin people, or even a small proportion of Di people, they have become He Mai's queen actors.
Let’s act!
Let’s have a trapped beast fight!
It is impossible to know where the trapped beasts are, but it is possible to know where the chaotic beasts are.
At the main gate of Yongzhou City, Ding Ling soldiers who had lost their commander were running around like headless flies.
They were very destructive and ran rampant, killing many brothers in the Jin army. However, generally speaking, they were already on the verge of defeat.
Liu Yu, who had already captured the city tower, successfully met up with He Wuji who was on the other side. The two of them stood on the high platform, looking into the distance.
ah!
When you win a battle, you feel good!
"Wuji, you announce it!"
At critical moments, Liu Yu still knows how to be humble, especially to his brothers. The order in the city is still very chaotic. However, it can be seen that Ding Ling has fallen into the inferior position and has no ability to fight back.
What's more, this situation has lasted for more than an hour, and Ding Ling's leader, Zhai and his son, have not come out to take charge of the overall situation.
Liu Yu was not a fool. After thinking about it, these two people were either too timid to leave the city and hid somewhere.
Or, he just ran away.
No matter what the Zhais did, as long as they did not appear on the battlefield and take control of the situation, such a rebel army would have no chance of saving the situation. Wouldn't that mean they would suffer defeat?
At this time, as long as a caller appears on the city tower and can shout loudly and announce various measures, I believe that many Dingling people will voluntarily lay down their weapons and surrender to the Jin army.
It was this opportunity that Liu Yu wanted to give to He Wuji.
He Wuji waved his hand and said with a smile: "Ji Nu, your contribution is greater, so naturally this matter should be done by you."
"No, no."
"Of course it's more appropriate for you to do this kind of talkative and temperamental thing, not for me."
Unexpectedly, Liu Yu also used his brains. The so-called loud announcement, to put it bluntly, was to persuade the Ding Ling people to surrender early.
This kind of thing naturally needs to be understood with reason and moved with emotion.
Liu Yu was originally a native of Jingkou. Although he was known as the No. 1 tyrant in Jingkou, he never showed mercy in battles. Every goose flying around him had its feathers plucked.
However, for this kind of errand that requires organizing language and talking incessantly, He Wuji, who has a doctorate in Chinese studies, is more suitable.
Although Dr. Guozi got it through Liu Laozhi's connections, no matter what, He Wuji's ability in writing and writing was still better than Liu Yu's.
In this case, He Wuji would naturally not refuse.
But at this moment, a shout came from the distance. If you listened carefully, you found that it was coming from inside the city gate!
"Slave, continue!"
The person who came took a closer look and saw that it was Tan Pingzhi!
Look at his belly still wrapped in a white cloth, and you can still see blood oozing out of the white cloth. However, the moment Liu Yu noticed Lao Tan passing by the city, a round and rumbling thing suddenly appeared.
He was thrown up by Lao Tan.
Good guy!
Even though he was injured, he was still in the mood to throw things away.
The throw was so high and so accurate. I have to say, Lao Tan is indeed a real warrior.
The round thing broke free from Lao Tan's hand along some elegant arc, and went all the way up. When it was in mid-air, Liu Yu took a breath of air.
"This is……"
"Zhai Liao?"
He Wuji was so frightened that his voice changed and his tongue was tied.
Therefore, even if his position was more favorable and it was easier to catch the head, he did not dare to reach out.
Liu Yu can only be given the advantage.
Liu Yu stepped forward and without saying a word, he took Zhai Liao's head into his arms with a monkey trick.
Oops!
It's still hot!
Bloody and ghastly.
These are soldiers on ancient battlefields. To be honest, they are very different from what modern people see through history books or historical movies and TV dramas.
In the era when cold weapons were rampant, beheading was actually a relatively common action to kill enemy troops. Not to mention an iron-blooded god of war like Liu Yu, just an ordinary soldier. When encountering an enemy general falling off his horse, as long as he
They could chop off his head without hesitation.
War, in this era, is so real and so naked.
The same goes for soldiers of this era. They will be more detached when facing life and death. When they see enemy soldiers dripping with blood and dying in various postures, their hearts will hardly fluctuate too much.
Walking around with your head raised is easy, and you can even grin widely. After all, with this head, you will have military exploits!
This is proof of merit.
With the head in hand, Liu Yu turned around and carried it outside the tower.
"The Ding Ling people below the city looked up!"
"have a look!"
"Who is this!"
Zhai Liao did not die from beheading, but his head was now tightly held in Liu Yu's hands.
The hair on the top of his head was stained with mud and mixed with blood, and a few strands came out from between Liu Yu's fingers. As for the appearance of his death, in order to make the scene more beautiful, let's leave him some dignity.
There is no benefit in describing it too clearly.
The head that Liu Yu grabbed tightly in the cold wind originally belonged to Zhai Liao, and his face was the most familiar to the Ding Ling people under the city.
When they saw that familiar face, they were shocked.
General!
The general was killed!
He is from Jin!
It was the Jin people who did it!
Under Yongzhou City, all the noisy sounds just now disappeared, as if they had been discussed, and it seemed that all the soldiers were under some unknown magic.
They all raised their heads and stared blankly at Zhai Liao's head, which was shaking slightly on the high tower.
Among the people in Ding Ling, there was almost no one who didn't recognize Zhai Liao's appearance.
In recent years, due to the leadership of Zhai Liao and his son, Ding Ling's life has become much easier, and his strength has greatly increased as he moved around.
The tribe's respect for Zhai and his son has reached a very high level.
However, now, they were suddenly told that the leader they had long admired, General Zhai Liaozhai, was actually killed by the Jin army!
Still in such a humiliating way.
The head was cut off and was now being carried by the cunning Jin army general and placed on the city tower for public display!
Of course people cannot face such changes, it is too sudden and too cruel.
However, faced with such a situation, what can ordinary Ding Ling soldiers do?
The Jin general Wang Mi, who was watching the battle in a distant military tent, only learned the good news of Zhai Liao's murder after a while.
"Zhai Liao was killed?"
"Another one died?"
Wang Mi actually showed a look of regret on his face. According to his plan, Zhai Liao and Zhai Zhao and his son should also be left alive.
The prisoners must also be exposed to rain and dew, so that the bravery and invincibility of the Beifu soldiers can be demonstrated.
At this point, Wang Mi truly felt that on the battlefield, as a human being, as the main body of the battle, it is always easier to die than to survive.
As long as you step onto the battlefield, you will face countless swords and guns, countless artillery and muskets.
Many times, for many soldiers, serving in the army may mean entering the battlefield in a daze, and losing their lives in a daze.
Who actually harmed him?
Who was responsible for the murder?
It is simply not clear and impossible to know.
Unexpectedly, even with Zhai Liao's status, if he failed on the battlefield, he could end up in such a pitiful situation without dignity.
However, can there be one left for him?
Where is Zhai Zhao?
Zhai Liao is dead, Zhai Zhao can make do with it!
It's a pity that Zhai Zhao is currently trapped in the South Gate, performing for He Mai. By the time Wang Mi's order is conveyed in place, he will probably be dead long ago.
Pulling his gaze back, under the gaze of everyone, Liu Yu's determined eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything.
"Your leader Zhai Liao has been beheaded by our army. Those who know the current situation should put down their weapons as early as possible and surrender to our army."
"Our army always treats prisoners preferentially, and its strength is far superior to that of the Ding Ling clan. Why don't you abandon the dark side and surrender to our army earlier?"
He Wuji was worried on the sidelines. Although Ji Nu said that he was not good at rhetoric, He Wuji never expected that he was not so good at it.
This kind of expression is too dry.
Can this really incite enemy soldiers?
It's better for him to come!
However, if He Wuji wanted to go back on his word, he had no chance, because the stage was already firmly occupied by Liu Yu.
The tiger-like eyes shot straight from top to bottom, facing the rising sun and the fiery morning glow.
"General Liu, if we surrender, can you really spare us our lives?"
A young voice emerged from the crowd. Liu Yu immediately received the message. When he lowered his head, he saw a young general wearing a hood and half of the armor on his body was damaged.
OK!
This is the scale effect, this is the power of example.
Liu Yu needs exactly this kind of person.
"This is natural. The commander-in-chief of our army, King Langya, has always been generous and benevolent. If you don't believe it, after you surrender in the future, you can ask the Qiang people and even the Di people who have surrendered to our army a few days ago. How about our army?"
We have always treated them equally, and weapons and armor have always been distributed in the same way, without any distinction."
weapon?
weapon!
At the mention of these two words, the Ding Ling people gathered under the city tower suddenly became excited.
"General Liu, can we also get the weapon with the iron pipe?"
"yes!"
"And the fireball."
"Of course!"
"Everyone has a share!" Liu Yu solemnly announced on the tower of Yongzhou City.
"Is there such a good thing?"
"That fireball is really powerful!"
"I think the iron pipe weapon is pretty good, I really want to get one and try it myself!"
Among the crowd, various discussions about firearms occurred one after another. The discussions among the Ding Ling people were so intense and enthusiastic that their true inner thoughts seemed to no longer need to be doubted.
If you want firearms, don't you have to follow the Jin Dynasty?
Liu Yu didn't expect that his small promise, an inadvertent word, would become a magic weapon that would determine the fate of the world.
Nothing is more attractive to soldiers than advanced weapons. Although soldiers in the late Jin Dynasty were still very different from modern soldiers, they would still be enthusiastic about powerful weapons, especially those with fatal lethality.
In this era, all the real soldiers in the army who can go into battle are men, and men are naturally attracted to weapons.