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Chapter 460 The old thief
From the moment the city was broken, the miserable cries of women and the cries of children rang out one after another.

A few pillars of black smoke still rose in the city, but they were wiped out by rain and snow in an instant.

"Your Majesty, Sima Fu forced the people to fight our army!" A Xuan Yilang ran out of the city.

The soldiers were all red-eyed, and it was impossible to stand still.

If the chaos in the city continues, and the people are caught in the middle, being massacred by both sides, in the end I don't know how many people will survive!

If the military order is forced at this time, the soldiers will be restrained, but it will give Wang Ji and Sima Fu an opportunity.

Yang Zheng is not so stupid.

The soldiers may not have lofty ideals. Chang'an City has resisted for so long, and the two sides have accumulated a lot of hatred.

The icy rain gradually turned into ice and snow, and Yang Zheng was drenched all over, feeling bitingly cold.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent and regard all things as cud dogs.

If the superiors are not benevolent, the heavens and the earth will be ashamed of themselves.

Most of the time, natural disasters are never as good as man-made disasters.

"Pang Qing, order the armored cavalry to rush along with a certain person, and go straight to Sima Fu and Wang Ji, and cut the mess with a sharp knife!"

"only!"

Not long after, more than [-] heavy cavalry were neatly dressed.

In the battle of Tushan, it was inevitable that more than a dozen riders were killed and more than 100 riders were injured.

However, compared with the results achieved, this loss is completely negligible.

"To capture the thief, capture the king first, and I will kill Sima Fu!" The only way to end this chaos is to take the heads of Sima Fu, his father and son, and Wang Ji.

"Follow the order!"

Two hundred cavalry were in front, and the remaining several hundred cavalry guarded Yang Zheng in the middle.

Entering the city, it was indeed like a slaughterhouse.

Wang Ji and his men are still fighting in the street.

Blood flowed slowly on the loess ground, corpses lay everywhere, soldiers, old people, women, children...

There are also many defenders who know that the situation is over and kneel in the blood mud.

In the hazy snow shadows in the distance, several teams of defenders are driving away the people, and those who don't follow will be chopped down...

Yang Zheng took a deep breath, ignoring the killing in front of him, the killing would not stop until Sima Fu was found out.

Fortunately, he was familiar with Chang'an City and knew where General Zhengxi's Mansion was.

Moreover, Chang'an in this era is not very big.

During the rebellion between Guo Si and Li Jue, they robbed all the property, maids, and officials in the palace. They robbed everything they could.
In the direction of the iron cavalry, flesh and blood swept across, and all enemies who tried to block the iron hoof were trampled into blood mud.

Of course, it will inevitably hurt the people.

However, Yang Zheng didn't have time to mourn for them, maybe he was born with some kind of original sin in this troubled world.

For every minute of delay, more people die.

In just one stick of incense, he was killed in front of the former Xiahou's mansion.

But now it has been changed to Sima Mansion, just like Cao Wei was occupied by Sima Jiajiu.

The so-called orthodoxy is just a joke. Since ancient times, political power has emerged from the barrel of a gun. In 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, Feng Shui took turns. It cannot be whitewashed.

Throughout the ages, how many emperors are clean saints?
It's just that the dynasty established by the Sima family has had a rancid smell from the very beginning.

The Three Kingdoms were unified, and they couldn't wait to put it down, bringing this land into deep darkness...

Hundreds of soldiers stood in front of the mansion with spears and shields.

Yang Zheng didn't even bother to look at them. He waved his hand, and the heavy horse accelerated, and the horse's hooves landed heavily on the bluestone slab, as if it wanted to crush everything.

The sound of armor, shields, spears, and bones shattering came together.

Several defenders were provoked by Chang Leng and let out a long series of screams.

"Is Sima Fu in there?" Yang Zheng roared angrily.

It is understandable that you will die on the battlefield, and you will do everything you can.

But when the city is broken, there is no lower limit if you want to destroy the people of a city.

"Yes, yes..." Jiang Jun, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled.

With a "bang", the gate of Sima's Mansion was smashed directly, and the two blindfolded armored horses hissed and fell limply. The cavalry was also thrown out, but they stood up quickly.

Yang Zheng got off his horse and entered with the soldiers around him.

Anyone who sees a weapon will be killed.

"Sima Fu, come out and meet me!" Yang Zheng shouted.

At first, the mansion was noisy and flustered, but when they saw Yang Zheng and a group of iron armor around him, all the servants shivered and knelt on the ground.

The mansion suddenly fell silent.

"Yang Xingyun, why is it so late!" On a two-story pavilion, Sima Fu stood with his hands behind his back.

Yang Zheng waved his hand, the soldier kicked open the door of the pavilion, and a flash of swords and swords killed all the swordsmen hidden inside.

Enemies are very jealous when they meet each other.

The Sima family first killed their foolish old father, then Cao Shuangman's family, and Xia Houxuan at the waist. This feud has long been irreconcilable.

"It's not too late as long as you're alive!" Yang Zheng sneered.

Sima Fu picked up the wine bottle and drank it down, "It's a beautiful day, why don't we have a drink together?"

"Okay!" Yang Zheng walked into the pavilion holding the long sword.

A place of corpses, a place of blood.

Yang Zheng stepped on the blood and went up to the second floor accompanied by soldiers.

Bloody footprints were left on the wooden ladder one by one.

Sima Fu had already prepared a seat with wine on it.

Yang Zheng glanced at it, then swept it all away with his sword, the wine bottle shattered, and the wine spilled all over the floor, "It's not too late, come with me to quell the fighting, save the people in the city, and I will reward you with a whole corpse."

Sima Fu smiled slightly, "Since this city is oppressed by thieves, there are no people in the city. Just like you, they are all thieves! If they are thieves, they deserve to die! Yang Zheng, Yang Zheng, if it wasn't for the rain and snow today, the whole city would be full of people. All the city thieves will be buried in the flames!"

"Presumptuous!" Pang Qing scolded.

It was not the first time that Yang Zheng was called a thief, and there was no wave in his heart. Instead of being angry, he smiled and said, "You are right, the heavens are helping me, so it can be seen that fate is in my hands!"

If it wasn't for this rain and snow, Chang'an City would still be able to survive.

After defeating Wang Ji, entering Chang'an, and capturing Sima Fu alive, Yang Zheng's mentality also changed somewhat.

So far, this road can only defeat all enemies and go to the end bravely.

Old Sima Fu's eyes widened, and he said angrily: "You are no more than a slave of the Cao family, and today you are transformed into a beast, and you dare to speak falsely about the destiny!"

It's fine to get angry, Yang Zheng continued to sneer, "Who is a beast between you Sima family and me, the long history has its own clear judgment, but today, you will be hacked into pieces in front of the whole city and taken away!"

Yang Zheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with this old man.

The two personal guards went up to the premise, but Sima Fu laughed out loud, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, "Kill me, and the nobles in the world will eat your flesh and sleep on your... skin..."

Yang Zheng frowned.

Pang Qing picked up the jug on the desk and sniffed it, "Poisonous wine!"

Sima Fu's body trembled violently.

Yang Zheng said angrily: "It doesn't matter, you are dead, your son will be punished for you!"

But Sima Fu raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and then completely fell silent.

"This old thief is so sinister, he even invited the princes to drink with him just now." Pang Qing reminded.

Swordsman, poisonous wine, this old thief really took the trouble to kill himself.

"Find Sima Wang for me!"

It is only natural that the father's debt should be paid by the son.

(End of this chapter)