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Chapter 220 Defeated
The autumn wind blows over Yingshui.

The confrontation between Sima Yi and Wang Ling lasted for a month.

However, the north and the south are not the same.

The fortress in the north is dense, like a tiger lying down with its ears closed, with a faint murderous aura.

The scouts and cavalry who come and go are all in accordance with military orders.

The infantry lined up and never slacked off.

On the south side, although there are continuous camps, the soldiers have no fighting spirit and gather together loosely.

This sloppiness only increased with each passing day.

Over the past month, Wang Ling has become more and more depressed, hesitating among the many promises made by Sima Yi and Luoyang.

Every three days, Sima Yi would send envoys to greet Wang Ling's body, send some warming and nourishing medicine, or send some food, wine and meat to the Huainan camp, saying that the emperor will reward the soldiers in Huainan.

Soft knives are sometimes more effective than real knives.

Wang Ling soon found that morale had sunk to the bottom.

But can't change it at all.

In the name of Emperor Cao Wei, he was hard to guard against.

"This battle can't go on anymore. My father can't control Luoyang and clear the king's side. The middle can't support the king of Chu to advance Xudu. The lower can't fight decisively. The whole army is hesitant. He keeps his minions deeply and secretly plots to kill him, if he attacks me, how can my father resist them?" Wang Feixiao remonstrated heartbroken.

Several insightful people in the army kept leaving, which made Wang Feixiao feel a huge crisis.

But from the very beginning, Wang Ling never thought of meeting Sima Yi.

In Sima Yi's letter yesterday, he confessed that he was feeling unwell day by day, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't see things. He sincerely asked Wang Ling to go to the court to help Wei together, so as to save Huainan soldiers from suffering.

Sima Yi was seventy-two, and Wang Ling was about to enter the age of the Zhang Dynasty, but he felt that his health was fine.

"There is the Huainan water army, and the camp is set up by the Yingshui. If the enemy attacks me, the water and the land depend on each other, and Zhongda will be defeated." Wang Ling is also a man who knows how to fight, and of course he is also guarding against Sima Yi.

But people are old, and their ears are soft, and they are addicted to the flattery of Sima Yi and the Luoyang nobles.

Many people change their temperaments as they get older.

From decisive to hesitant, from Minghui to faint.

"Sima Yi is so deceitful in his use of troops, how could he attack head-on? At the beginning, Cao Shuang believed in Sima Yi, let go of his military power, and wiped out the three clans. Father, don't be confused!"

"As a father, how can you be like Cao Shuang? My son can rest assured that confronting Zhong Da today is also a long-term plan for my Wang family." Wang Ling is extremely confident.

While the father and son were talking, the scouts came rushing from the south, and as soon as they got off their horses, they rushed into the camp of the Chinese army.

"Taiwei, the big thing is not good, Zhuge, the governor of Yangzhou, raised troops in Hefei to attack Shouchun!"

"What!" Wang Feihu was furious, "I knew this thief had evil intentions!"

Wang Ling slumped down on the soft bed.

No more self-confidence.

Shouchun is its rear, and all the troops are supplied with food and grass.

At the beginning of the army, Wang Ling also repeatedly invited Zhuge Dan.

Unexpectedly, Zhuge Dan would neither agree nor refuse.

The Wang family and Zhuge's family were originally in-laws, and Zhuge Dan was an old friend of General Cao Shuang, and Xia Houxuan's close friend, even if they didn't raise troops together, at least they wouldn't stab a knife in the back.

The gentry has a set of rules for the gentry.

Regardless of the outcome of this great battle, Zhuge Dan is the winner, and there is no need to end the battle himself.

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Ling's face.

He believed too much in the rules of the gentry, but he didn't know that Sima Yi was the breaker of the rules.

Shouchun has four sons, Wang Mingshan, stationed there, but it is just an isolated city, how long can it last?

As long as the news of Shouchun's siege comes, Wang Lingjun will immediately collapse.

With Sima Yi staring at him, it was impossible for him to return to defense.

When the southern army moved, the northern army took advantage of the situation to hide and kill...

"Bold thief, who lied about the military, he should be beheaded!" Wang Feixiao drew his sword in his hand and slashed it down.

Before the scouts understood what was going on, the human head landed with a surprised expression.

Wang Feixiao's beard and hair were all stretched out, he held up the head and glanced at his father, then strode out of the tent, "Old Traitor Sima and his son are holding the Son of Heaven hostage and harming the country. Anyone who is willing to go to the country's disaster, should follow me to fight it!"

The autumn wind suddenly felt a little chilly.

And Wang Feixiao's shout was full of inexplicable sadness.

Most of the soldiers are still lazy.

But Wang and his son guarded Huainan for more than ten years, and there are still some loyal people.

500 people gathered around Wang Feixiao.

"When you kill the national traitor, you will share wealth and honor with me!" Wang Feixiao had no choice but to promise.

More than a hundred people joined.

The others all looked away.

Great sadness welled up in my chest, the Wang family was defeated just like that...

Wang Feixiao stepped on his horse and raised his long spear to the north, "How can a real man just sit and wait for death!"

The last sentence was for the people in the big tent of the Chinese army.

Wang Ling has been sitting blankly.

Since the Han and Wei dynasties, the Sima family has actually been a second-rate gentry.

His Wang family is the top family.

The sound of shouting and killing outside the tent was loud, and the sound of horseshoes, shouts, and impacts came gradually.

But it only lasted for half an hour.

After half an hour, all the voices stopped.

Another half an hour later, Jia Chong came to Wang Ling with Wang Feixiao's body, with a look of grief on his face, "Uncle's mourning, the Taifu will invite the emperor to pardon the elder brother, and pursue the posthumous title of Zhuanghou!"

Zhang He, Xu Huang, Cao Xiu, Xu Chu, Wenpin, and Pang De were posthumously named Zhuanghou of Cao Wei.

All are well-known generals.

Wang Ling remained silent for a long time.

Jia Chong said slowly: "Sima Gong is still waiting for uncle's reply."

Wang Ling sighed a long time, picked up a pen and Jane, and wrote a letter of apology in humble words.

Jia Chong's eyes fell on the last few sentences, "... I know the crime of the barbarians. The parents who gave birth to me, and the sons who lived me."

The majestic captain of a country actually humbly begged Sima Yi for his life.

At this moment, Jia Chong's heart was full of contempt for Wang Ling, and he became even more in awe of Sima Yi.

After Wang Ling finished writing the letter, he ordered his subordinate Wang Yu to return the seal and ribbon of the governor of Yangzhou and the ceremonial guard of fake Festival Yue.

Since he was bound and moved to the camp of the Northern Army, Sima Yi untied him in person in front of the northern and southern armies, and returned the seal, ribbon and guard of honor.

The morale boosted up by Wang Feixiao's heroic death became invisible again.

Slowly put down the weapon, walked out of the southern camp, and was controlled by the northern army.

Sima Yi immediately pardoned the crimes committed by Huainan soldiers, and ordered the young and strong to return to their homes.

Above Yingshui, cheers of gratitude resounded through the sky.

The vast majority of people were pardoned, but Wang Ling was not.

After the Huainan Army surrendered, Wang Ling couldn't even see Sima Yi's face.

Wang Ling was worried and couldn't be at ease. He asked to see him many times, but was turned away. He had to shout outside the big tent: "You only need to call me with a simple letter. How dare I not be evil? Why bother to bring the army!"

Sima Yi laughed loudly in the tent: "You are not a guest of simplified books!"

Wang Ling fell into an ice cave. Two days ago, Sima Yi kept saying that he would assist the government and help the great Wei, but in a blink of an eye he broke his promise.

"Fuck me!" Wang Ling's voice suddenly became extremely miserable.

After a long time, Sima Yi's voice came slowly, "I would rather betray the king than the country!"

At this moment, he suddenly felt Cao Shuang's despair.

On the second day, Wang Ling was escorted to Luoyang by six hundred pacers.

The last knife was not cut, and people still had a little luck.

Wang Ling escorted the general to the spikes for the coffin, and the general quickly reported to Sima Yi, who immediately sent the spikes and a pair of poison.

Wang Ling took poison in front of Jia Kui's temple. Before he died, he shouted: "At the age of eighty, the name will destroy the evil!"

In the middle of August in the first year of Jiaping, Wei Taifu Wang Ling committed suicide by taking poison.

Sima Yi led the army to Shouchun, hunted down Wang Ling's henchmen, and got to the bottom of the matter. All those connected with him knew the Yi tribe, and there were three thousand corpses floating on the Huai River, including the old and weak, women and children.

He also sent his troops into Taiyuan and Ping'a to capture the three clans of the Wang family and the Linghu family, and killed them in the city.

He bestowed the death of Cao Biao, king of Chu, and sent the kings of the Cao family to Luoyang, where they were strictly supervised.

The tombs of Wang Ling and Linghu Yu were dissected, the coffins were dissected, and the corpses were violently placed in the city near the place for three days, and their seals, ribbons, and court clothes were burned.

Sima Yi, the rebel in Huainan, dispatched troops for only three months, and then he dealt with Wang Ling.

Except for more than [-] casualties when Wang Feixiao rushed into the battle, almost no soldiers were killed.

The name of Sima Yi shook the world again.

(End of this chapter)