Chapter 177 The righteousness of one person, the fate of ten thousand people
As the Qin army entered Xinzheng, Han Wangan and his core clan fell into the hands of Qin, and Korea was nominally dead.
With the fall of Xinzheng, under an edict, all the cities in Nanyang County in South Korea surrendered one after another. For a time, only a dozen cities in the already small South Korea were left under the control of the defeated armies of Chu and Wei.
As the government resources in the city were exhausted by the defeated army, the Chu and Wei defeated armies did not dare to fight the Qin army, or the Qin army did not give them a chance to fight decisively. Under such circumstances, the Chu and Wei army had to stretch out their swords and guns.
To the Korean people in the city.
Suddenly, the conflict between the Korean people and the defeated armies of Chu and Wei became extremely acute. With the fall of Xinzheng and the surrender of Han Wangan, some persistence in the hearts of the Korean people also broke.
At this time, since the king of Han had surrendered, what was the point of their persistence? Why should they endure the uncontrolled extortion and looting of Chu and Wei's defeated armies.
Undercurrents were flowing in the city controlled by the defeated armies of Chu and Wei, and more and more Koreans appeared in the Qin army's camp. They were the ones responsible for contacting the Qin army. They no longer wanted to endure Chu.
, the existence of Wei's defeated army.
Such a situation naturally cannot be hidden from the eyes of Xinling Lord Wei Wuji. However, facing the situation at this time, he has no way. He has no ability to persuade the Korean people to give up the food they depend on for survival, and he has no ability to stop his subordinates.
Taxi soldiers snatched food from Korean people.
The only thing he could do was to lead his soldiers out of the city for a decisive battle with the Qin army. However, the Qin army obviously never thought of a decisive battle with them.
"We can't go on like this. The purpose of the Qin army seems to be to wait until the contradiction between us and the Korean people is completely irreconcilable, and we will perish together in the mutual confrontation." It only took a few days, but it looked like it was old.
Wei Wuji, a teenager, rubbed his forehead and felt a splitting headache for a moment.
He has never encountered such a bad situation as now, where he can neither survive nor die.
"Everything is decided by the king. If the king wants to fight to the death, Zhu Hai will shed the last drop of blood for the king." Zhu Hai, who was Wei Wuji's most trusted confidant and took charge of Wei's military power on his behalf when Lord Xinling retired to seclusion, said.
"Old friend, the next battle will be the final battle of our lives, but we must fight it brilliantly," Wei Wuji said.
"Zhu Hai will not disappoint you." Zhu Hai smiled casually, as if what he and Wei Wuji were talking about was not about dying at all, but about attending a dinner party.
Under the leadership of Wei Wuji, more than 20,000 Wei troops, who had once again reorganized themselves from the chaos, walked out of Xingyang City in the early morning and rushed towards the Qin army camp not far away.
This time, they are no longer the defensive party, but the final attacker.
"Ha, Wei Wuji is still Wei Wuji after all. Instead of living casually, it would be better to die vigorously." Wang Yi looked at the Wei army rushing out of Xingyang City and smiled coldly.
"However, I can't cooperate with you. I know that you are determined to die and come here with all your strength. Wouldn't it be very stupid to fight you head-on at this time?" After Wang Yi said this, he ordered his subordinates to be cautious.
At the gate of the village, you are not allowed to go out to fight with the Wei army.
How could Wang Yi, as a veteran general in the army, not understand the principle of working hard in one go?
Wei Wuji also understood this truth. When Wang Yi stayed in seclusion and refused to fight, Wei Wuji also had his own way of dealing with it.
Since Wang Yi won't fight, he will find someone who will fight him, such as the main force of the Qin army in Xinzheng at this time.
You must know that the distance between Xingyang and Xinzheng is not far, but the distance is only one or two hundred miles. Even at the marching speed of this era, four or five days is enough.
What's more, in the final battle of life, one must find the strongest opponent, and Wang Yi is obviously not qualified enough to do so. Therefore, Wang Yi's avoidance of the battle played into Wei Wuji's plans.
Watching Wei Jun leave, Wang Yi remained motionless, which was expected.
On the first day, the nearly 20,000 Wei troops were able to maintain their intact military ranks, but on the second day, some soldiers began to flee the ranks.
Wei Wuji saw all this, but he seemed not to see it and continued to march forward. The Qin army along the way also seemed not to see this unit.
On the third day, more soldiers began to flee. So, on the fifth day, when they finally saw the Qin army camp outside Xinzheng City, the Wei army of nearly 20,000 had been reduced by nearly one-third.
What was in front of them was not the Qin army under Wang Yi's command, but the main force of the Qin army.
"Your Majesty, Wei Wuji asks for war." Yingzheng, who did not enter Xinzheng with the fall of Xinzheng, received Meng Ao's report.
"What do you think, General?" Meng Ao said.
"Wei Wuji is asking for a fight with the intention of dying. This battle is inevitable." Meng Ao said.
"Then let's fight. This trace of Wei's courage will dissipate." Ying Zheng said.
"Yes." Meng Ao responded.
Wei Wuji and Meng Ao were still looking forward to it, but defeating Lord Xinling, who was at the end of his rope, was not so satisfactory after all.
During the confrontation between the two armies, one side was the Qin army with high morale and armor, while the other side was the exhausted Wei army, which looked extremely small in front of the huge Qin army.
"Lord Xinling, long time no see." Meng Ao stood in front of the military formation and said to Wei Wuji who was in front of the Wei army's formation.
"General Meng, you are not the last opponent I want. Where is King Qin?" Wei Wuji said attentively.
"Is it possible that Lord Xinling is still thinking about facing off against the king?" Meng Ao smiled when he heard this, laughing that Lord Xinling still couldn't let go of his reserve even now.
"Isn't it possible?" Wei Wuji asked.
"Jun Xinling, you are thinking too much. The king has only one sentence for you." Meng Ao said.
"What are you talking about?" Lord Xinling said.
"Does Lord Xinling really want to use these more than 10,000 lives to perfect his reputation?" Meng Ao said loudly.
As Meng Ao's words fell, the faces of countless soldiers in the Wei army's formation changed.
Wei Wuji wanted to sacrifice his life for righteousness and fulfill his posthumous reputation, so why did they, ordinary soldiers, do it?
The blood in my heart that was once ignited by Wei Wuji's personal charm has been extinguished during the journey from Xingyang to here. If not, there would not be so many deserters. However, in Meng Ao's words
As they were exiting, the Wei troops at the forefront suddenly became commotion.
"Does Lord Xinling really want to use these more than 10,000 lives to fulfill his reputation?" For a moment, the soldiers around Meng Ao shouted in unison.
The shouts of hundreds of people seemed to be contagious. In an instant, they merged into the voices of thousands, tens of thousands of people.
Wei Jun's mentality finally collapsed amidst the cheers that echoed through the sky.