Sima Zhao's eyes were fixed on the mother in the painting. At that moment, his whole body seemed to be trapped and unable to extricate himself.
"Yan thief——" Sima Yi spit out two words through gritted teeth. An unprecedented anger burned in his chest.
Sima Zhaoru was burned by the angry flames and woke up instantly. Only then did he realize that he had inadvertently brought back this humiliating portrait.
That Yan Liang actually used him and his mother's shameless portrait to achieve the purpose of humiliating his father.
After thinking about this, Sima Zhao was immediately ashamed. He was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in there.
"You thief, how dare you humiliate me like this? I, Sima Yi, will never be at odds with you!" Sima Yi roared and tore the scroll in his hand into pieces like crazy.
The soldiers on the left and right didn't know why their emperor was so furious, so they all retreated in fear.
Only Sima Zhao was so ashamed that he did not dare to look his father in the eye.
Debris was flying all over the sky, and the furious Sima Yi stood among the flying confetti. His whole body was furious, and veins were bulging on his face, as if his blood could burst at any time.
"Yan thief - ah -" Suddenly, Sima Yi's face turned to the sky, he screamed, and a stream of blood spurted out from his mouth and rushed into the air.
Then, under the horrified gaze of everyone, he staggered and fell to the ground.
"Father, father." Sima Zhao was so frightened that he couldn't care less and rushed towards Sima Yi who had fainted.
In Pingcheng, the remnants of the Jin army quickly fell into panic and confusion as Sima Yi fainted.
Yan Liang easily defeated Sima Yi with just one painting without the need for a single soldier, causing the enemies in the city to fall into panic.
Yan Liang, on the other hand, was in the big tent outside the city, conquering Zhang Chunhua every night, enjoying the taste of his mortal enemy's wife, and imagining Sima Yi being so angry that he vomited blood when he saw the painting.
As for Zhang Chunhua, at this point, she had no choice but to accept the facts and face Yan Liang's ravages.
In the next half month, the commander of Jinyiwei, Ma Su, kept sending back good news, reporting that several places where Zuo Ci had hidden treasures had been discovered in the Lianghe area, and the amount of money obtained was measured in hundreds of millions of dollars.
For these windfalls, Yan Liang used some of them to reward the soldiers. Naturally, most of the rest was collected into the treasury and used for national purposes.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and the second batch of rush-produced gunpowder was finally transported over the mountains and ridges from Henan to the front line of Pingcheng.
A dozen barrels of gunpowder are enough to blow up any fortified city in the world. If they are blown up to the sky, what is a mere flat city?
The day after the gunpowder arrived, Yan Liang ordered the entire army to assemble and launch the final attack on Pingcheng.
It's a sunny day. The sky is clear.
More than 100,000 Chu soldiers lined up in the east of Pingcheng. Countless flags gathered into a sea of red, surging like a sea of blood, frightening and breaking the hearts of the remaining enemies.
Sima Yi woke up long ago. After a few days of rest, he finally recovered a little from the severe injury of vomiting blood.
Upon hearing that the Chu army was attacking, Sima Yi had no choice but to drag his weak body and reluctantly go to the city to command the battle.
Before he reached the top of the city, what lingered in Sima Yi's mind was still the picture of his wife's spring scenery.
He always couldn't help but imagine how his wife Zhang Chunhua was crawling under Yan Liang's crotch and being whipped and conquered by Yan Liang.
Those scenes were like steel knives every moment, which made Sima Yi vomit blood in his heart.
"I have to hold on, I have to take revenge, and I will never fall!" Sima Yi gritted his teeth and kept encouraging himself to hold on.
Climbing to the top of the city, Sima Yi couldn't help but gasped again when he saw the endless and overwhelming enemy troops outside the city.
Almost half of the hundreds of thousands of Chu troops had gathered outside the city, and Yan Liang was clearly in a posture of attacking with all his strength.
"Could it be that Yan Thief has enough gunpowder again?" Sima Yi suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.
With this uneasy suspicion in mind, Sima Yi braced himself, and with the support of his son, ordered the more than ten thousand Jin troops to cheer up and prepare to face the enemy in a bloody battle.
A few hundred steps away, Yan Liang was sitting on a red rabbit, his face leaning against the sky, standing majestic like a god in the midst of thousands of troops.
The existence of Yan Liang was the greatest encouragement to the soldiers of the Chu army. It seemed that as long as they saw the emperor's figure, they felt that they would be invincible and no enemy could stop their crushing footsteps.
Seeing Sima Yi's imperial umbrella appear at the top of the city, Yan Liang sneered and winked at Hu Che'er.
Hu Che'er then rode out of the formation alone and headed straight for the east gate of Pingcheng.
More than a hundred steps away, beyond the range of the crossbow, Hu Che'er reined in his horse and stood sideways.
At the top of the city, Sima Yi saw Hu Che'er riding alone again, and his heart suddenly tightened, thinking that Hu Che'er would give him a new scare like the last time he threw Zuo Ci's head.
However, Hu Che'er did not throw any more heads, but raised his voice and shouted towards the city: "Listen, Jin soldiers in the city, I, the Emperor of Chu, have great grace and give you one last chance, as long as you capture Sima Yi
, Kaicheng surrenders, and the Emperor of Chu will spare your lives. Otherwise, after the city is broken, all those who resist will be castrated like that little brat like Sima Zhao!"
As soon as this impressive threat came out, all the Jin troops in the city were frightened, and everyone's eyes turned to Sima Zhao.
It was only then that the panicked Jin soldiers realized that their second prince had been castrated by Yan Liang and had become a slain man.
Sima Yi was also shocked and suddenly looked at Sima Zhao, his eyes full of surprise.
Sima Zhao was extremely ashamed and lowered his head silently.
He originally thought that by keeping silent, he could hide the fact that he was an eunuch. Who would have thought that Yan Liang would be so cruel and send someone to publicly publicize the fact that he was an eunuch in front of the two armies?
go out.
At this point, how could Sima Zhao continue to conceal it?
"Zhao'er, did Yan Thief really take you..." Sima Yi's voice trembled, and he didn't even dare to ask any more questions.
Sima Zhao's face turned red and he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He lowered his head and did not dare to look his father in the eyes, let alone answer him directly.
His acquiescence meant that he admitted that he had indeed been castrated.
Sima Yi's head was dizzy, his chest was stagnant, a stream of old blood surged to the base of his tongue, and he had the urge to vomit blood again.
You know, Sima Yi's only sons are Sima Shi and Sima Zhao. Sima Shi is dead, and he only has Sima Zhao as his bloodline.
But now, Sima Zhao has become an eunuch. Isn't it possible that his Sima Yi will have no descendants?
The majestic emperor of the Jin Dynasty came from a noble family. His wife was possessed by Yan Liang, his eldest son was killed by Yan Liang, and his second son was castrated by Yan Liang. His country was lost and his descendants were cut off. Who else in the world could be more useless than Sima Yi, the emperor?
I feel less ashamed and shameless.
Sima Yi was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. If he hadn't gritted his teeth tightly, he would have almost fainted again.
"Father, I don't want to tell the truth. I'm just afraid of embarrassing my father. I..."
"Go away. You useless thing, you have brought shame on our Sima family, and yet you dare to come back alive!" Sima Yi pushed Sima Zhao away and scolded him with hatred.
Sima Zhao felt wronged and ashamed, standing there in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.
Boom, boom, boom!
Woohoo!
The thunderous sound of war drums, mixed with the distant sound of horns, has already sounded, and the Chu army's attack has begun.
Dozens of military formations moved with a roar, like a series of copper and iron walls, pushing towards the east gate of Pingcheng.
The advance army composed of fifty thousand people, armed with various siege weapons, approached Pingcheng.
In the distance, hundreds of copper ballistas were already launching long-range strikes from a super long distance of 500 steps with iron arrows as long as one person.
Whoosh whoosh!
The iron arrows shot through the air, and their powerful impact was enough to pierce three people at the same time. Many Jin soldiers who were unprepared were instantly cut into meat skewers.
Sima Yi also recovered from his shock and anger, and quickly retracted his head to avoid the dense iron arrows that were flying towards him.
"Quickly, shoot the arrow and suppress the enemy for me." Sima Yi squatted half-crouched under the female wall, brandishing his sword and scolding the soldiers.
The Jin army's fighting spirit had long since collapsed. Even the emperor was too frightened to stand up, let alone them. Most of the Jin army followed and hid under the female wall, completely ignoring the emperor Sima Yi's orders.
Sima Yi had no choice but to raise his neck and peek outside the city.
But they saw that the densely packed Chu army had approached the moat and began to fill in the ditches.
What frightened Sima Yi even more was that in the Chu army's formation, he suddenly saw a group of soldiers and horses, carrying large wooden barrels, heading towards Pingcheng.
"Gunpowder, Yan Thief really has gunpowder again!" Sima Yi exclaimed.
The Jin troops on the left and right changed their colors in shock, and they were all frightened to the extreme.
"Father, what should we do?" Sima Zhao also recovered from his shame and asked in horror.
Sima Yi stared at the outside of the city, watching the Chu troops approaching with big wooden barrels, his brows became deeper and deeper, and his fear became more and more intense.
"The city cannot be defended, retreat quickly!" After a while, Sima Yi suddenly shouted in a low voice. After saying this, he stood up and slipped down the city.
"Father, Pingcheng is our last stronghold. If we abandon it like this, where can we escape to?" Sima Zhao followed closely and asked in horror.
"If you don't escape, you will be dead. We must abandon Pingcheng first and retreat to the outside of the fortress." Sima Yi hurried down the city without looking back, got on his horse and ran towards the north of Pingcheng.
His father had already fled, and Sima Zhao dared not linger, so he had no choice but to jump on his horse, endure the pain of the wound on his crotch, and flee after Sima Yi.
The father and son fled one after another, and the morale of the Jin army on the city collapsed. Before the Chu army could attack the city, they abandoned the city and collapsed.
A few hundred steps away, Yan Liang stood on horseback with his head held high, clearly seeing the enemy situation in the city.
Seeing the Jin army's formation, Yan Liang sneered, raised his whip and pointed: "It seems that Sima Yi has escaped, so just save the gunpowder and pass on my will. The whole army will attack and raze Pingcheng to the ground!" (Unfinished)