Four hundred and sixtieth chapters to death Mingzhi
Cao's army advanced bravely. First, Wang Ping's and Lei Gong's 5,000-strong central army each bit the tail of the enemy's defeated army and pushed straight in from the middle. The momentum along the way was like breaking bamboo, and they shoveled more than two miles of land. Then the two wings came from
The infantry led by Du Damu and Li Hei followed the cavalry and advanced towards the enemy's formation from both sides.
Not long after, Cao's army launched a full-scale attack and began to attack the enemy's retreating Chinese army. They killed the enemy's corpses all over the field and their blood flowed into rivers. It was extremely cruel.
The cavalry on both wings broke into the enemy formation with thunderous momentum. At this time, Yuan Jun suddenly lost the figure of his coach Wu Jing. When the front line of four or five thousand sergeants collapsed, Zhou Yu and Qiao still tried their best to control more than two thousand soldiers and maintain their formation.
, trying to hold on, but sergeant Yuan Jun was already in a state of panic, and the chaos spread like a wave, affecting the whole situation.
Zhou Yu and Qiao tried their best to suppress the two thousand sergeants. Those who dared to escape without fighting were "knocked to death". After receiving some effect, they were able to hold off Cao's army for a while. Cao Zhi's thousand black-armored cavalry flew out like tigers.
Like a flock of sheep, they defeated the last backbone of Yuan's army.
Yuan's army abandoned their weapons and armor and fled, unable to resist any longer.
Cao's army pursued them for more than ten miles, and the fighting spread to every corner of Niuzhu. Especially the northern protrusion. The area within a radius of twenty to thirty miles was filled with burning chariots, wooden fences, dead bodies, and fighting people.
The crowd and the scene were extremely chaotic. This chaos and flames shooting into the sky continued from the river beach to the river.
Since Jiang Qin followed Cao Zhi, Cao Zhi had entrusted him with the important task of establishing the Danyang Navy. With the support of Cao Zhi's financial resources, he finally took shape and built a navy force of ten thousand people for Cao Zhi.
This was the first time that Jiang Qin led his navy to display their skills on the water. Jiang Qin's navy originally did not have a large warship with a shipyard. But fortunately, Li Ru captured thirty or forty ships for him in Moling.
Shi was also recruited into the team by Jiang Qin.
Jiang Qin stayed in Moling for more than half a month, and has been practicing and deploying his troops. Five days ago, he received an order from General Cao Zhi, asking him to lead his troops to encircle Wu Jing. Today, the weather, location, and people were favorable, and he received an order from Cao Zhi to attack first.
Wu Jing set up a camp on the other side of Niuzhu. The thousands of remaining Yuan troops were killed by the wolf-like and tiger-like Jiang Qin navy in less than an hour, and more than half of them were killed. The rest knelt down and begged to surrender.
After Jiang Qin occupied the rear camp of Yuan's army, he ordered the burning of Yuan's military tents. The thick smoke rising from the other side of Niuzhu immediately had a devastating effect on the hearts of Yuan's soldiers on the Niuzhu front line.
Jiang Qin's fleet on the river at this time was not in a hurry to attack Yuan's fleet anchored on the Niuzhu River. This should be because at this time, Yuan's fleet was being attacked by trebuchets on Cuiluo Mountain. Yuan's fleet originally wanted to wait for a response.
The soldiers who had evacuated their legs on the shore, but were constantly attacked by flying rocks, could no longer calm down, and each warship began to set sail independently to break out of the encirclement.
But there was Jiang Qin's fleet waiting for them at the other end, so a fight started again on the Xijiang River. The overall fleet of Jiang Qin's navy was not as good as Wu Jing's Yuan Jun warships, but at this time Cao Jun's morale was at its peak.
At that time, the sergeants were all in high morale and united. They obeyed the orders and planned to pursue and intercept Yuan Jun's warships. Naturally, they gained the upper hand. After destroying Yuan Jun's warships that took the lead in escaping, they all set sail to rush into Yuan Jun's warships.
Hundreds of large shipbuildings and warships line the Xijiang River.
At the same time, Cuiluo Mountain also began to stop throwing flying rocks like fire wheels into the river to avoid accidental injuries.
There were not many soldiers left on the ships of the Yuan Army, and they rushed to fight. They were Jiang Qin's opponents. The warships of the Yuan Army that were occupied, burned, and sunk suddenly increased in number. Countless Yuan Army soldiers on board were howling and carrying them with them.
The burning clothes jumped into the cold river, and countless soldiers on the shore rushed down the river from the Niuzhu river bank on foot and swam hard to the Yuan Army warship that started to weigh anchor, hoping to catch up with the last ship to retreat.
Picking up a chance for a new life, Yuan Jun, who was on and off the shore, had never experienced such a disastrous defeat.
The fierce battle on the river continued until the next day. Cao Jun burned more than 30 warships of Yuan's army and occupied them. Forty or fifty of them surrendered. Only a few of them rushed out of the battlefield in defeat. Yuan's army sent troops to attack Danyang's 50,000-strong army.
The main force in Uuzhu was basically wiped out.
Wu Jing saw Cao Jun's navy appearing behind him earlier than anyone else, and he quietly turned around to his camp alone.
There are several oil lamps in the spacious tent, and the large lights are swaying brightly or dimly in the breeze blowing from outside the tent.
Wu Jing was sitting steadily in front of him at this time. His back was as straight as usual, and his expression was as calm as usual. But now he looked more dull and empty. Wu Jing didn't know what he thought of at this time, and suddenly
Weak and decadent, he threw himself on the tables in front of him and burst into tears.
After crying for a while, Wu Jing slowly sat up straight and took off the long sword from his waist. He slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath, and a cold light immediately shone on Wu Jing, which made him unable to open his eyes. This was a good sword. It shot out from him.
The coldness proves that he is sharp enough.
Wu Jing held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and slowly and gently held the edge of the sword with the index and middle fingers of his right hand. At this time, the sounds of fighting could be heard very close to him outside the tent where he was. It was the few of Wu Jing's personal guards who were still desperately defending him.
's big account.
Wu Jing could no longer hear any sounds from outside at this time, because it had nothing to do with him. He was defeated. He was defeated miserably at the hands of a group of young juniors: Lu Su turned out to be not the supreme commander of Qu'a. Look,
Seeing Cao Zhi's colorful military flag, he understood that Cao Zhi had come to Qu'a in person. He had fought with Cao Zhi, but he was the one who lost. Wu Jing had imagined more than once that he and Cao Zhi were in Wan.
In the decisive battle of Wanling, he always imagined how he would stand on the city wall of Wanling with his clothes fluttering and howl in the wind. But he would never see such a day again, because he would die on the bank of the surging Yangtze River.
Today, I saw a bed that was heavily guarded from a distance. Wu Jing admired Cao Zhi's hard work and affirmed the reason why he was able to achieve his career. He also understood how much he underestimated his opponent. All of this was
It was the result of his contempt. He must die and should die.
The regret at this time was just a kind of sadness for Wu Jing. He was half a soldier, but he was about to lose everything. He felt that he had nothing to love, so he decided to die to preserve his last trace of self-esteem.
Wu Jing finished holding the sharp sword with his right hand, and finally withdrew his hand. He tightly grasped the gem-encrusted hilt of the sword with his left and right hands, turned the sword's edge, and slowly placed it on his neck.
Wu Jing gently closed his eye mask, and a crystal teardrop instantly dripped out, sliding silently along the smooth edge of the sword. Death requires courage, and it is the same for anyone with or without a clear mind.
The moment Wu Jing closed his eyes, his whole life flashed before his eyes. His wife, young children, and then thought of his sister, Sun Ce, and Sun Jian. Suddenly, his hand that was about to speed up paused.
The tears fell even more rapidly, and she couldn't help but whisper softly: "Wentai (characterized by Sun Jian), I'm sorry for you..."
Just as Wu Jing was making his final decision, the curtain was suddenly broken open, and a figure stumbled in.
"Uncle Wu, we can't stop you from outside, hurry up, hurry up..."
The person who stumbled in was Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu came to notify Wu Jing to evacuate quickly, but he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
"Uncle Wu, you can't..."
Zhou Yu stumbled and accelerated into the camp again...
He and Wu Jing were still far apart. When he entered the room, he suddenly saw Wu Jing about to kill himself with his sword. Under the critical situation, Zhou Yu rushed to save him. "Plop!" Zhou Yu jumped at Wu Jing and took Wu Jing with him.
The sword was knocked down and he fell. The long sword in Wu Jing's hand was also knocked out of his hands. Wu Jing was so frustrated that he couldn't get up to pick up the sword. He could only twitch and bow his head in tears.
When Zhou Yu was about to continue grabbing the sword that fell to the ground, he suddenly heard Wu Jing's cry. Seeing him sobbing, Zhou Yu couldn't bear it, and felt a burst of melancholy and sadness in his heart. Although Wu Jing didn't appreciate him very much,
He had always been in trouble. But now he was like a helpless old man who was in pain, and all the past festivals were immediately forgotten in Zhou Yu's heart.
Wu Jing cried for a while, and Zhou Yu was already kneeling and crouching in front of Wu Jing with his sword in hand. The shouts of killing outside were getting closer and closer. Zhou Yu couldn't help but said in a hurry: "Uncle Wu, the situation is urgent, let's go quickly."
Wu Jing stopped crying and raised his head when he saw him. He rolled over and got up. He glanced at the sword in Zhou Yu's hand and sighed: "Nephew Zhou Xian, Uncle Wu has no shame in going back to face his family, subordinates, and more."
I'm sorry for the great trust of the literary station. Do the last thing for Uncle Wu. Use the sword in your hand to give Uncle Wu a happy life, and then run away for your life!" After that, he closed his eyes and waited for death.
Zhou Yu was very anxious. How long has it been since Wu Jing died to thank Mingzhi? He couldn't help but raise his voice and said: "Uncle Wu, don't you think it's ridiculous to do this? Hasn't Uncle Wu heard that 'you can leave the green hills without worries?'
Firewood' proverb? Do you think death will solve the problem?"
Just as Zhou Yu stood up to teach the stubborn Wu Jing a lesson, another figure rushed into the tent more eagerly.
"Why aren't you leaving? The enemy has already reached the tent. If you don't leave, no one will be able to leave."
The person who rushed into the tent was none other than Qiao Rui. He was already covered in blood and it was impossible not to have one or two scars on his body. This once again proved the extent of the fierce fighting outside the tent.
When Wu Jing was distracted by Qiao Rui's sudden rush and turned his head, Zhou Yu took the opportunity to reverse the hilt of his sword with his left hand and slashed at the back of Wu Jing's neck. In response, Wu Jing raised his head and fell out, fainting without a sound.
passed.
"What is this for?" Qiao Rui asked in confusion after being stunned.
Zhou Yu took a breath and had no time to explain anything to Qiao Ruiduo. He just said urgently: "Quick, pick him up and let's go!"
Qiao Rui thought about it and understood what was going on. She said "Yeah!" She quickly put away the two knives in her hands and hurried to the front of the case. She picked up Wu Jing and carried it on her shoulders. She thought that Wu Jing would be fine.
If he didn't commit suicide, he would definitely die if he ran for his life without anyone taking care of him. No matter what, he was Sun Ce's uncle.