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Chapter 461 Surrender
Sima Fu's body was hung on a high pole and walked around the city.

The defenders finally put down their weapons and knelt in the bloody mud.

Some people also saw Sima Fu's body and shouted to avenge the Taiwei.

Yang Zheng had no choice but to fulfill them, trampled on by iron cavalry, and cut their bodies apart with knives.

The killings in the city gradually subsided, not everyone was as mad as Sima Fu, they also wanted to live.

But the chaos continues, and Soucheng is inevitable.

"My lord, Wang Ji is stubbornly resisting in the northeast corner and will not surrender." The scouts came to report.

At this point, Wang Ji still has to make a fearless resistance, and he is really loyal to the Sima family.

When I came to the front of the formation, I saw that the houses in the front row were pushed down to form earth barriers. Wei Jun stood behind the earth barriers, with spears and shields, bows, crossbows and short knives, waiting in formation.

The corpses under the earthen barrier have said that they have attacked many times.

The thousands of people in Wang Ji's hands are worthy of being a powerful force that has experienced several battles. At this point, they still have to fight to the death.

"The thieves are in a desperate situation, the sky is freezing, and the subordinates think that they will surely die. If they surround them all night, they will be frozen to death tomorrow." Meng Xi said a little ashamed.

"If there are people inside, Wang Ji will not die." Yang Zhenghan said with a straight face.

Meng Xi cupped his hands and said: "After Wang Ji retreated into this fortress, he drove out the people inside."

Yang Zheng was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that Wang Ji still had a bit of humanity. In fact, it wasn't that he couldn't conquer this camp.

It's just that there were too many casualties in the street fighting, and Wang Ji obviously wanted to pull up a few backs before he died, and do his duty loyally for his master Sima's family.

Gave a name of loyalty.

But Yang Zheng is responsible for the lives of his subordinates.

"Let someone persuade you to surrender."

Although I know that the possibility is not high, I still have to try. If it fails, it can also destroy the morale of the enemy.

"Follow the order."

After a while, several soldiers came forward with shields and shouted, "Listen up, people inside, Sima Fu is dead, Chang'an has belonged to General Hussars, surrender will save you from death."

First there was silence, and then there was a burst of scattered feather arrows.

"Listen, thief Yang, if you have the courage, go ahead and attack." Someone in the base shouted.

"Bitch." Yang Zheng cursed secretly.

The soldiers around him were eager to try and seize every opportunity to make meritorious deeds.

However, enough people have died in this war, so there is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices.

"Surround them to death and freeze them overnight." Yang Zheng had seen their equipment, wearing thin linen clothes inside, and iron armor or leather armor outside.

Such a cold day will never survive tomorrow.

"Report to the Lord, Sima Wang was not found." Pang Qing came to report.

Yang Zheng was taken aback, "Have you searched the whole city?"

"There are still a few gentry and powerful families, and I didn't search for them."

"Why don't you search?" Yang Zheng stared at Pang Qing.

The people in the city suffered heavy casualties, but these people are at ease, there is no such reason.

Just because Sima Fu didn't move them didn't mean Yang Zheng didn't dare.

Since the capture of Guzang, Yang Zheng has been thinking about his relationship with the gentry.

In fact, this problem has always existed in all dynasties, even in later generations.

Just changed the name.

If he goes to the end and overthrows the Sima family, the group of people under him will probably evolve into a new gentry.

The key is not the power of the gentry, but whether you can suppress them and use them for me, not for them.

So move when you need to move, kill when you need to kill.

My power does not come from them, but from the knife, from the low-level soldiers and people in Liangzhou.

Grasp the knife firmly, those who obey me live, those who oppose me perish!

At this point today, there is no need to hide it anymore.

Yang Zheng is not interested in following the old path of Cao Pi and Sima Zhao.

They gave too many things to the elites of the gentry, and they may not be able to appreciate this little property of their own.

Moreover, in order to usurp Wei, Sima Zhao took even greater steps and tied him more closely with the nobles.

Pang Qing hastily knelt down and cupped her hands, "This subordinate is confused for a while."

"Are you really afraid that the nobles in the world will eat my flesh and sleep on my skin? Huh, if they have the guts, they can come anyway. I have loyal and brave soldiers by my side, and I'm afraid they won't succeed!" Yang Zheng said loudly.

All the surrounding soldiers cheered up.

"Your subordinate will lead the troops there." Pang Qing cupped his hands.

Yang Zheng nodded, "Send someone to cook some hot porridge, help the people in the city and the surrendered troops, dismantle the Sima Mansion as firewood, and try not to kill any more people."

Many corpses in the city had been gouged out, and there was a faint smell of burning in the city.

It was someone burning bones to keep warm.

Under hunger and cold, man is no longer a man.

"only!"

The rain and snow stopped in the middle of the night, and the cold wind howled, and the damp cold penetrated deeper into the bone marrow.

Yang Zheng ordered the soldiers to set up a fire in front of the base, roasted the mutton, and boiled the broth.

The rich meat aroma is more alluring in the cold night.

The soldiers laughed and laughed.

On the other side, heads were tilted up, with a glint in their eyes, like hungry wolves, with saliva still drooling from their mouths.

"Listen, people on the opposite side, as long as you come out and surrender, you can eat meat and drink!" The soldiers shouted loudly towards the opposite side.

The allure of flames, wine and meat reached its peak in this cold night.

After only half an hour, someone in the base couldn't resist, and walked out with dull eyes.

With a sound of "咻", a feathered arrow shot out, but because of its weakness, it was nailed to his feet.

Several soldiers of the Liangzhou Army rushed forward with their shields on their shoulders and carried him back.

Under the brightest bonfire, the surrendered soldier frantically ate the barbecue. Tears poured down his resolute and cold face as he ate, and suddenly burst into tears.

Yang Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then sighed again in his heart.

How many people can't help themselves in this troubled world.

How many people were smashed to pieces on the battlefield.

How many people have worked hard all their lives, but have no food and clothing, and their wives and children are scattered...

Yang Zheng broke out from the bottom, so he knows the suffering of the people and soldiers at the bottom.

"Come out, everyone on the other side has come out."

In the dim light of the fire, one after another Wei Jun came out of the camp. Some people fell to the ground after walking a few steps, and there was no more movement.

As long as you walk to the campfire, you will be served a bowl of hot soup and a piece of barbecue.

Like the first surrendered army, these people ate and cried.

The cold wind howled and the clouds were gloomy.

How many people are really not afraid of death?
More and more people put down their weapons and came out tremblingly from the camp.

Yang Zheng felt something in his heart, and made people shout in front of the fortress, "Wang Ji, you help the tyrant to do evil, and you sacrifice tens of thousands of people in the city for the Sima family. They are in vain as disciples of the great Confucian Zheng Xuan? What face do you have against the people of the world?"

Killing hearts.

Defeating the enemy physically is only the lowest level of victory, and defeating the enemy spiritually is the most brilliant method!
Don't you, Wang Ji, want to be a loyal minister of the Sima family?

Then he will be tied to the pillar of shame of the Sima family for the rest of his life!

"Son Yang Zheng, don't talk too much, today is just a death!" An old and tired voice came from the base.

A slightly thin figure appeared in the night.

Wang Ji held a long knife and stood majestically on the earth barrier.

There are more than a hundred soldiers who follow him to the death.

(End of this chapter)