Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Until he left Lexiang, Shamoko still looked back frequently.

A new camp was set up outside Lexiang City. The camp was basically filled with wounded soldiers, and the population was also extremely mixed.

People from Jiangdong, Yizhou, Jingzhou, Wuling barbarians, and even a few natives from Jiaozhou were mixed in - those were Jiaozhou athletes who were impressed by the spirit of Zhang Yi's soldiers and actively followed them.

With these people now living under the same roof as He Qi Qi, Yizhou Jian'er shared the medicinal powder provided by the army and took the initiative to take care of those seriously ill soldiers based on their previous learning.

Wulingman also contributed the local herbal medicine passed down from generation to generation in the clan.

The group of old soldiers from Jiangdong whose spirits had been completely shattered became the direct beneficiaries of both parties. Seeing the Yizhou athletes skillfully taking out the medicinal powder and taking off the leggings to bandage the wounds of the Jiangdong people, their eyes were full of curiosity, but they Only less alert.

A day ago, the two sides were in a life-or-death situation.

An hour ago, Shamoko had no choice but to kill Han Dang, who preferred death to surrender.

Just like this, the two parties sat down together at this moment and began to try to talk to each other and talk about hometown topics.

Shamoko inexplicably liked this atmosphere and wanted to participate.

But he knew that there were more important things at the moment.

But even so, after dispatching troops, Shamoko still looked back frequently, which made Zhang Yi laugh and say:

If the county magistrate wants to take a rest, just go there. Jiangling is right in front of you, so I won't get lost.

Of course this was a joke, Shamoko just smiled, then turned around and cheered up:

Victory this battle, our homeland will be at peace!

This was also Wulingman's most direct request, and three thousand warriors who had experienced bloody battles agreed.

Jiang Wan was still sitting at the top of Jiangling City, but now he breathed a sigh of relief.

Cao's army in the north has returned. Although it is not in a state of defeat, the lack of troops and horses can be judged at a glance.

The war in Lexiang in the west is over. Although it is not clear to see, the style of the handsome flag raised in the distance is different from that in Jiangdong.

Victory...

Two simple words, but it was enough to dispel the haze that had been in Jiang Wan's heart for many days.

Although this result has been expected for a long time, judging and seeing it with one's own eyes are two different things.

And now the only trouble left is... Jiang Wan saw Lu Meng jumping on the front line at a glance.

Jiang Wan could also guess that the other party had probably received news of the war in Helexiang.

As for what decision Lu Meng will make, Jiang Wan has nothing to guess.

All the warships had been used up, and the soldiers were forced to attack the city with their own lives to build up their grudges. For Lu Meng, there was only one way to go.

The whole army was wiped out? Lu Meng couldn't believe it and repeated it unconsciously.

The ordering soldier was afraid of being angered and dared not speak with his head touching the ground.

Han Yigong!

Lu Meng shouted, but then his tone turned a little sad:

Yi Gong...

The only thing that gives Lu Meng some peace of mind now is that Lexiang is in the south of the Yangtze River. He is attacking the city in the north of the Yangtze River. It will take some time for this army to come to relieve the siege.

But in the final analysis, there was only one way before him.

Lu Meng stood up suddenly and said loudly:

Remember the bravery of Lord Righteous and repay Marquis Sun with his death!

The solemn voice echoed on the beach. The other generals lowered their heads, but the expressions on their faces were uncertain.

Under Lu Meng's pressure, Jiangdong's attack became more urgent.

And unknowingly, Lu Meng himself was getting closer to Jiangling City.

From the first time he led his army to attack Gong'an County at night and was shot in disgrace until now, Lu Meng believed that he was no stranger to this giant crossbow, so he knew its range very well.

It is unstoppable within 500 steps, but if one exerts all his strength, he can reach 800 to more than 1,000 steps.

In order to boost morale as much as possible, Lu Meng went to the front line in person.

In order to avoid being shot in the face by the giant crossbow, he kept a distance of 1,200 steps.

The orders in the shouting and drinking room became more and more rude, and the Jiangdong athletes even wanted to look back and curse.

But looking at the eagerly watching military officers, these athletes had no choice but to swallow their curse words and rush forward in an attempt to gain a chance of survival at the foot of Jiangling City.

General, General Zhengdong is back... someone reported.

Lu Meng subconsciously felt a little conflicted and waved his hand to interrupt the report:

Don't let it bother me!

Lu Meng felt very upset when he thought of Zhang Liao's smiling face.

If it weren't for the great success of this man in Hefei City, why would he, Lu Meng, fight to the death here to attack the city?

Subconsciously, Lu Meng also avoided the news and took two steps forward unconsciously.

At this moment, the Jiangdong soldiers attacking the city in front heard a crisp sound in their ears.

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Boom!

Along with this strange sound, there was also the scream of General Lu from behind.

On the top of the city, several elite crossbowmen who had been secretly summoned by Prefect Jiang had obvious disappointment on their faces.

There are obvious differences between the four giant crossbows installed here and those mass-produced giant crossbows.

The overall crossbow machine became more slender and concise, and the original material structure of half wood and half iron became mostly made of iron.

The crossbow arrows placed on it have also become thinner, and the crossbow arrows have also become a splicing of wood and iron, with a cold light.

These four crossbow machines were made by Huang Yueying and the master craftsmen who moved from Gong'an County during the siege.

However, because it was a trial production, the arm of one of the four crossbow machines broke before the crossbow bolt could be fired.

The remaining three clearly hit Lu Meng, but it looked like they were not fatal, so the crossbowmen who were called over all looked regretful.

Jiang Wan looked very relaxed, clapped his hands and said:

The danger in Jiangling has been resolved, and a few brave men should take the credit!

One of the younger ones couldn't help but said:

Prefect, the enemy general is still alive, so we dare not take credit.

Jiang Wan walked to the edge of the city, felt the river breeze blowing on his face, and felt very happy. He glanced at the chaotic floating bridge, shook his head and said:

Lü Meng must die.

For Lu Meng, all he could feel was a sudden coldness on his legs, and then his whole body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and then he heard a few belated blasts in the air.

Strong crossbow! Powerful crossbow!

Lu Meng was horrified, but he didn't care about it at the moment. The first thing he noticed was that his left leg was bent at a strange angle.

The leg is broken! Most of the bones were directly broken by crossbow arrows. Even if it could be cured, it would definitely cause difficulty in movement.

Holding back the severe pain, Lu Meng was already filled with overwhelming anger, and it was even worse at this moment:

Help me up. Once Jiangling is defeated, I will definitely kill the head of the prefect here and hang it at the north gate!

The surrounding generals looked at Lu Meng's thigh with blood flowing like a fountain. At this moment, there were thoughtful expressions on their faces, and some even took half a step back unconsciously.

The furious Lu Meng did not notice the difference and continued to curse.

But there are still many good people in the world. At this time, a captain stepped forward to help:

General, I'm here to help you!

Lu Meng breathed a sigh of relief, forced himself not to look at the broken leg, and locked his eyes on the city ahead.

if only……

A sudden pain on his back completely disrupted Lu Meng's thoughts. Lu Meng lowered his head and saw a bit of the tip of the knife coming out of his chest.

The tip of the knife not only pierced his body, but also pierced Lu Meng's thoughts about Jiangling.

Lu Meng subconsciously broke away from the captain at the first moment, but after losing his support, he fell down and sat in the muddy water.

And this posture of looking up from below also allowed General Lu Meng to see the faces of his generals.

Ridiculous, disdainful, carefree, relieved, gloating, and the captain's face was filled with undisguised hatred at this time.

They formed a vague semicircle, and Lu Meng sat down among them, isolating him from the few personal guards behind him.

The soldiers in front were still fighting to their death, but at this moment there was silence in Lu Meng's ears.

At the last moment all reason returned, and he did not ask in vain for the reason.

Turning his face to the east, Lu Meng left the last two words:

Marquis Sun...

Then his consciousness sank into darkness.

When Samoko and Zhang Yi crossed the river with difficulty and arrived at the north gate, they saw a group of relieved soldiers.

After reporting their identities, they were ordered to camp on the spot, and then the two were led to the city head, where they met Jiang Wan who was drinking alone.

There were only a few glasses of wine. Opposite Jiang Wan was a severed head. Although they did not recognize it, Shamoko and Zhang Yi had guesses in their minds.

The two parties are not familiar with each other, but Ma Liang often chats with Shamoko about his best friend Jiang Wan in his spare time, so psychologically Shamoke is quite close to Jiang Wan and is not considered a stranger.

After some pleasantries, Zhang Ni asked a question bluntly:

Why don't you celebrate your victory, Grandmaster?

Jiang Wan sighed again. It can't be said that he was filled with emotion because he saw Lu Meng being beheaded by his subordinates and asked to surrender. He thought of the history of the seven armies that were flooded in the light curtain in later generations.

At this time, Jiang Wan missed Ma Liang very much. If he were here, he would definitely understand his mood.

It was too troublesome to talk about, so Jiang Wan hesitated and said:

General Zhao has gone to pursue Cao Jun. When he returns, we will celebrate the victory of this battle.

Could it be General Zilong? Zhang Ni said in surprise.

Seeing Jiang Wan nodding in confirmation, Zhang Yi had nothing more to say. He was just looking forward to seeing General Zilong and wondered if he could ask for a glass of wine?

For the native Yizhou people, if we talk about the reputation of the generals under Xuande Gong, they can only defeat General Zilong who marched in the Baishui Army to suppress Shuhao.

At this point, not even General Guan Yunchang can compare.

After all, the ferocity of Cao Jun was far away, and most of them had never seen it with their own eyes.

The layers of exploitation in the big family are right in front of our eyes, and we have been enduring them for nearly twenty years.

Zhao Yun's pursuit of Zhang Liao can only be regarded as expulsion.

Zhang Liao retreated to Jiangxia, where there were still many defenders from Jiangdong, and Zhao Yun had no choice but to be blocked by the river.

It was already dark by the time Zhao Yun returned, but it was not a problem for the entire Jiangling City. There were many merchants here, and after being worried for more than a month, they generously chose to throw away their wealth to celebrate the continued business.

Naturally, no one mentioned the curfew at this time. Bonfires were set up at many intersections to celebrate, and many people chose to throw a few coins into the fire to celebrate their victory.

Jiang Wan was not exempt from vulgarity. He stretched out his hand and touched a five-baht coin.

This was the winning money given by the lord in the first year, and Jiang Wan has been carrying it with him ever since he took up the important task of Jiangling.

The winning coin turned several times between Jiang Wan's slender fingers, and finally stopped on his thumb. Then he picked it up with his thumb. The copper coin was illuminated by the firelight and shone with a charming brilliance before falling into the bonfire. .

It was only then that Jiang Wan truly breathed a sigh of relief from the inside out.

Mr. Xuande, you have lived up to your trust.

As for the good head sent by Jiangdong's troops, Jiang Wan and Zhao Yun made the same decision:

Send his horse to General Yun Chang!

The next update will be later, so it is recommended to go to bed early.