contend

Chapter 643
After more than a month of onslaught, Shouchun City also ushered in the last moment.

Zhong Hui is no longer as graceful as before, with disheveled hair, haggard face, blood stains on his white clothes, and gaps on the edge of Yi Tian's sword.

The famous sword can't bear such destruction.

Even the strong city couldn't stand the continuous onslaught.

"Captain, Commander, the enemy army is coming up again!" Jiang Bin's face was covered with blood and sweat.

The defenders on the city wall were already out of shape, staring blankly at Zhonghui.

Zhong Hui was uncharacteristically, not impassioned, not in a hurry, and bowed his hands to all the soldiers very respectfully, his waist was almost level with the ground, "Hui's morality is weak, so that you are trapped here, this battle is not for you. I'll do my best, but God won't help me, Shouchun City will be destroyed in only a day or two, and you can live on your own, and you will kill yourself, in order to thank you for your kindness."

These words are so sincere that those who see them cannot bear it, and those who hear them cry.

All the soldiers were moved.

Zhong Hui has always been aloof, why has he ever been so humble.

The [-] Chinese Army back then would never give up on Zhonghui, and of course it is now.

"If the governor is not afraid of death, how can we escape? If a man dies, he will die. How can we just live?" Several generals of the Chinese army became resolute instead.

The soldier who was lying on the ground panting stood up again.

Zhong Hui burst into tears, "I will die with you, no regrets!"

"Wish to die with the governor!"

There was a roar on the city wall.

In this way, even those who wanted to surrender were infected by the atmosphere, raised their swords and spears, and once again fought with the Jin army climbing up the city wall.

Jiang Bin saw everything in his eyes and couldn't help admiring that Zhong Huilai would come.

Every time it comes to a critical moment, the clock will always turn around miraculously.

The death situation can last until now, impressing soldiers with true feelings, worthy of being one of the best ghosts in the world.

But today's situation, can it turn the tide like Hanzhong did back then?

Jiang Bin looked up at the sky. The spring in Huainan had already arrived, and the fresh earth smelled strongly of blood.

Forget it, even if he surrenders here and now, he will only live for a few years.

What if I surrendered?Without a foundation in the Central Plains, there is no way to stand.

A scholar must have the backbone of a scholar.

The road you choose, you have to walk on your knees.

"Willing to die for the governor!" Jiang Bin roared, and rushed to the front of the battle with his sword in hand, fighting to the death with the Jin army.

If one man works hard, ten thousand men are invincible.

Thousands of people use their lives, and thousands of people make changes.

Zhong Hui raised his sword and rushed into the crowd of enemies with his own soldiers. Without armor, he was more flexible. He leaped between the sword light and the shadow of the sword, and the blood penetrated the heavy armor as soon as the sword light touched him. Come short soldiers meet. Blinds cover the sun, enemies are like clouds, arrows fall, soldiers fight for the first. Ling Yu formation, left and right blade wounded...with a long sword, hold the Qin bow, head and body away from the heart Not to punish..."

Although the white clothes were already dirty, the Yitian sword was broken, and he was exhausted, but every time he uttered a word, the soldiers' strength seemed to return by a fraction.

"When the body is dead, the gods use the spirit, and the soul is determined to be a ghost!"

Jian Guang hesitated, and suddenly put it in the sheath. The three enemy soldiers who besieged Zhonghui were stunned for a moment, and then a long stream of blood burst out of their chests, and they fell to the ground.

But in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen enemy soldiers attacked with knives. Zhong Hui could no longer raise his arms, and several soldiers blocked him with their bodies.

Violent fights are everywhere.

Not only the elite Chinese army under Zhong Hui, but also the Shu army under Jiang Bin and Jiang Shu are also fighting to the death.

The Huainan youths in the city are also fighting to the death.

"Sima Zhao!" Zhong Hui shouted at the thousands of troops below the city.

The green mountains are still there, and the Huaihe River is rushing.

This sound was quickly drowned out by the noise on the battlefield.

"Sima Zhao!" Zhong Hui yelled hysterically a second time.

Under the city, Shi Bao seemed to hear something, looked up at the city wall, and saw Zhong Hui's figure, with a sneer on his face.

Someone in Luoyang City has already made a promise to him, as long as Zhong Hui is killed, his family will continue to be prosperous and rich!

No matter how much Zhong struggled, he would definitely not survive today.

No matter how strong Shouchun City is, it is impossible to fight against the Central Plains with one city.

Just when Shi Bao was about to launch the final blow, someone behind him suddenly said: "Sikong, Your Majesty welcomes you."

Shi Bao was taken aback, then turned around, only to find that it was He Shao, the concubine.

This person is the second son of He Zeng, who has a good relationship with Sima Yan and is also Sima Yan's confidant and adviser.

"King Jin ordered someone to destroy the city today." Shi Bao said politely.

"Your Majesty, please Sikong!" He Shao repeated it expressionlessly, as if he hadn't heard the word Jinwang.

Shi Bao's heart skipped a beat, looking at Shouchun and He Shao, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

And this hunch, he already had...

"Sima Zhao!" The bell on the city wall shouted with the last of its strength, with infinite anger and resentment in its voice.

If he died at the hands of Sima Yi, Zhong Hui would be convinced, and if he died at the hands of Master Sima, Zhong Hui would also admit it, but he would be unwilling to die at the hands of Sima Zhao.

After shouting, Zhong Hui sat on the pile of corpses, supported his body with the Yitian sword, panting heavily, and had several scars on his body, looking indifferently at the soldiers who were still fighting for him.

And his mind has already drifted back to the scene when he met Sima Shi in front of Sima Mansion ten years ago.

Master Sima's face is like a jade crown, with a calm temperament and gentle manners, while Zhong Hui is a fledgling, fledgling. The two entered Sima's mansion hand in hand, like a pair of jade.

It was also at that time that Zhong Hui decided to assist Master Sima...

It's not that Zhong Hui wants to turn against him, but that he doesn't like Sima Zhao.

Killing the king in the street also had a great impact on Zhonghui.

Since ancient times, the usurping of the throne has always been done behind closed doors, but Sima Zhao was lucky enough to make it "everyone knows".

After Feng Sa's defeat, Zhong Hui knew that Sima Zhao would not tolerate him...

"Du, Du, Du..." Jiang Bin came running suddenly, with great doubts on his face, and he hesitated, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Zhong will force out a tired smile, "What's the matter?"

"Withdraw... Withdraw, the enemy has withdrawn!" Jiang Bin's doubts quickly turned into ecstasy.

Zhong Hui suddenly stood up from the pile of corpses and looked at Jiang Bin in disbelief.

There was a sound of panicking, and the Jin army retreated from the city like a tide.

Leaving a dead body.

"Back, back!"

Crazy shouts resounded from all over the walls.

Zhong Hui just felt baffled, as long as Shi Bao increased his troops by another three or four thousand, Shouchun would not be able to defend anyway.

The soldiers running in ecstasy in front of them are real.

Several soldiers lay in the blood and covered their faces and wept, "I'm alive! I'm alive!"

Can live no one wants to die.

Many soldiers rummaged through the corpses, calling out familiar names...

Zhong Hui looked at the big flag flying in the enemy camp, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but smile, "Oh, it seems that the sky is not on the side of Sima's family this time, the sky is endless, I Zhong Hui !"

Soon, a smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his face, turning into a wild laugh, twisting his body at the top of the city, dancing with a sword, dancing with his hands and feet, his face was radiant, fell down in a pool of blood, stood up again, and the white clothes turned into red clothes , Looking up to the sky and screaming: "Since the sky is endless, this world——be mine!"

In May of the eighth year of Ganlu, Jin Wang Sima Zhao died suddenly in the Huaishui camp...

(End of this chapter)