Shuhan

The sky of Chaoge was dyed dim and heavy by the continuous war, like an old ink painting, dull and depressing.

The offensive and defensive battle had lasted for several months. On the city walls and on the walls, the blood of the Han and Wei armies was intertwined into a tragic picture.

The Han army's siege was as swift as a raging fire, especially the use of gunpowder, which put the city of Chaoge on the brink of life and death several times.

After each roar, dust flew, stones splashed, and the city walls were covered with mottled scars as if they had been gnawed by a giant beast.

However, the Wei army did not surrender.

Under Sima Yi's command, they showed amazing resilience and perseverance.

Whenever the gunpowder exploded and the city wall was damaged, Sima Yi immediately dispatched elite craftsmen and soldiers to quickly repair the gap, braving the enemy's rain of arrows and possible secondary explosions.

"Faster! Faster!" Sima Yi's voice was hoarse and powerful. He stood on the city wall with a long sword in his hand, his robe rustling in the wind.

His face looked haggard from long-term work and worry, but the determination in his eyes never wavered.

Under his encouragement, the Wei army soldiers seemed to forget fatigue and death. They rushed to the gap again and again, and built an indestructible line of defense with their flesh and blood.

The scorching heat of summer is gradually fading away, and the autumn breeze is quietly arriving with a bit of coolness.

In this long tug-of-war, time seems to have become the cruelest enemy.

The Wei army's cavalry suffered heavy losses in repeated charges, and many brave soldiers fell forever on this land.

All the houses in the city, whether magnificent mansions or simple dwellings, were demolished one by one to repair the damaged city walls and make defensive tools.

The once prosperous Chaoge is now left with only broken walls and devastation.

The shortage of supplies hangs over everyone's mind like a dark cloud.

Food is becoming less and less, clothes are becoming thinner, and the severe cold of winter is quietly approaching.

The soldiers began to worry that if this situation continued, in winter they would not only starve to death due to lack of food, but would also freeze to death due to lack of adequate clothing and warmth.

Sima Yi stood on the city wall, looking into the distance, his face gloomy and his brows furrowed.

He knew that if this continued, the fall of Chaoge would only be a matter of time.

But he was also waiting, waiting for a turning point that could change the situation.

He believes that as long as he persists, there will always be hope.

Finally, a piece of news exploded in the city like thunder - the emperor of the Han Dynasty personally led the army to attack Chaoge.

This news caused a sharp drop in the morale of the Wei army in the city, and a sense of despair arose in the hearts of many people.

However, for Sima Yi, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Liu Chan's personal expedition finally lured him here." Sima Yi thought to himself.

Once the Han emperor arrived at the front line in person, the nature of the war changed.

He no longer needed to defend Chaoge to the death, but could use clever strategies to lure the Han army into a trap and turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop.

Sima Yi summoned his generals and began to plan the next action plan.

Under Sima Yi's careful planning, the Wei army began a series of ingenious arrangements.

They took advantage of the city's terrain and remaining supplies to set up multiple traps and ambushes.

At the same time, Sima Yi also sent people out of the city secretly to contact the surrounding friendly forces and ask them to provide support from the periphery.

As the Han army approached, the atmosphere in Chaoge City became increasingly tense.

Although the soldiers were nervous, under Sima Yi's encouragement, they mustered up their last bit of courage and prepared for the upcoming decisive battle.

The next day.

Outside the city of Chaoge, the autumn wind was blowing, yellow leaves were flying, and a solemn and murderous atmosphere enveloped this ancient land.

The Han army camp was like a forest of giant beasts, with fluttering flags and bright armor, demonstrating the great military might of the Han Dynasty.

In the distance, dust was flying, and a huge ceremonial team was slowly coming. It was the imperial carriage of the Han Emperor, majestic and solemn.

The soldiers had already lined up and were waiting, their armor flashing coldly in the sun, their eyes filled with desire for victory and awe of the emperor.

When Liu Chan, wearing the emperor's robe and a crown on his head, stepped out of the imperial carriage, the entire military camp fell silent in an instant, and only the sound of flags blowing in the wind could be heard.

Liu Chan had a tall stature and a mature face, but there was an unquestionable majesty between his brows.

He raised his hand gently, signaling the soldiers to stand up. Although his voice was soft, it was clearly heard in every corner: "Everyone, stand up."

All the generals and soldiers responded in unison, shouting "Long live the emperor" and their voices shook the sky.

Liu Chan nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the main tent of the central army.

Inside the main tent, the flickering candlelight illuminated many resolute faces.

Zhao Yun, wearing silver armor and holding a spear, strode forward with a solemn expression.

There was a hint of self-blame on his face, and a determined light flashed in his eyes, as if he was carrying all the burdens on his shoulders.

"Your Majesty, Chaoge was in ruins and should have been vulnerable to attack, but our army was delayed for such a long time. It is really my fault."

Zhao Yun's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a heavy burden.

The victory or defeat of this battle not only concerns the reputation of the Han Dynasty, but also the life and death of countless soldiers.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chan looked at Zhao Yun gently, without any trace of blame in his eyes.

Sima Yi was a cunning and resourceful man, not an ordinary person. The fact that the Battle of Chaoge had been delayed until now was not the fault of just one person.

"General Zilong, there is no need to blame yourself. Sima Yi's cunning is not your fault."

Afterwards, Liu Chan looked around at the generals, his eyes were like torches, and his voice was passionate: "I have come here, and the whole army should work together to overcome the difficulties. Today, the whole army will be rewarded, and tomorrow we will attack the city, and we must take Chaoge in one battle!"

Upon hearing this, all the soldiers were cheered up, with excitement flashing in their eyes.

They all accepted the order, their voices in unison, resounding through the sky like thunder: "Yes, sir!"

As night fell, the military camp was brightly lit, the bonfire was burning, and the aroma of barbecue filled the air.

The whole army was excited, and the soldiers sat together, drinking wine and chatting happily.

They talked about past battles and looked forward to future victories, as if at this moment, all their fatigue and worries disappeared.

Liu Chan sat in the main seat, looking at the soldiers in front of him, his heart full of emotion.

The next morning, the sky was just beginning to break, and the golden sunlight penetrated the mist like a thin thread, gently sprinkling on the earth.

The Han army camp was a busy and orderly scene. The soldiers were dressed in iron armor, holding weapons, ready to go, their eyes flashing with the desire for victory.

War horses neighed, flags fluttered, and the entire military camp seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fighting spirit.

Liu Chan was wearing gorgeous armor, and the gems inlaid on the armor sparkled in the sun.

He held a long sword that was shining with cold light, with the tip of the sword pointing directly in the direction of Chaoge City, as if he wanted to personally cut through the darkness before dawn.

He stood at the front of the team, with a tall stature and sharp eyes.

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty spoke in an impassioned and powerful voice, piercing through the tranquility of the early morning: "Soldiers, today's battle is related to the honor, disgrace, rise and fall of our Han Dynasty. We must defeat Chaoge with a thunderous force! Let future generations remember that the iron-blooded men of our Han Dynasty have never feared any challenge!"

When the soldiers heard this, a raging fire ignited in their hearts and an unyielding light flashed in their eyes.

They shouted in unison: "We must win! We must win!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, echoing in the wilderness, shaking the distant mountains and forests as if they were trembling. Even the walls of Chaoge City seemed to tremble slightly in this earth-shaking shout.

With the order, the drums thundered, the horns blew, and the Han army rushed towards Chaoge City like a surging tide. The sound of horse hooves, footsteps, and the roar of chariots intertwined to form an exciting war song.

At the city gate, the Wei army was already on full alert, with shields like a forest and spears like a formation, looking particularly stern.

However, faced with the sudden and fierce offensive of the Han army, they seemed somewhat overwhelmed.

Liu Chan personally supervised the battle at the front. He rode a tall warhorse, holding a long sword, and shuttled across the battlefield, boosting morale and giving orders.

His figure on the battlefield was like an unfallen flag, leading the Han army forward.

Zhao Yun personally charged in front, wearing silver armor and holding a spear, cutting through the battlefield like a silver lightning.

His shooting skills were sharp and accurate, and every swing was accompanied by the enemy's wailing.

Under his leadership, the Han army's siege equipment and defense equipment engaged in a fierce confrontation. Arrows rained down, boulders flew everywhere, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos and smoke.

Gunpowder soon joined the battlefield.

When the gunpowder was ignited, it exploded with tremendous power, flames shot up into the sky, and accompanied by a deafening explosion, the Wei army's defense line was blown to pieces.

The use of gunpowder undoubtedly provided tremendous assistance to the Han army, making the already advantageous Han army even more powerful.

The fighting was extremely fierce.

The Han army gradually gained the upper hand by relying on its advantages in weapons and equipment as well as numbers.

The walls of Chaoge City began to show signs of exhaustion under the continuous fierce attacks of the Han army.

The huge stones gradually loosened under the constant bombardment, and hideous cracks appeared on the surface of the city wall, like the fangs of a giant beast, foreshadowing the coming destruction.

Dust flew with every collision, covering the sky and the sun, making the entire battlefield shrouded in a hazy yellow.

The soldiers of the Han army, clad in iron armor and holding spears, rushed towards the crumbling city wall again and again like a steel torrent.

Their eyes are full of determination and desire, which is the persistent pursuit of victory.

Every charge was accompanied by deafening shouts, as if to shake down the ancient city walls.

Finally, in an attack more violent than the previous ones, the walls of Chaoge City emitted an earth-shaking roar.

The sound was as deafening as thunder and as the roar of a giant beast, which made people terrified.

Stones were flying, dust was everywhere, and the whole world seemed to be shaking at this moment.

After countless bombardments, the city wall finally couldn't bear it and collapsed.

When the Han army soldiers saw this, a hint of joy flashed in their eyes, and then they launched a more fierce charge.

They poured into the city like a tide, unstoppable.

The Wei army's defense line completely collapsed at this moment. The soldiers who had been holding on to the city wall seemed to have lost all their support the moment the wall collapsed, and they fled in all directions.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, and their cries and wails echoed throughout the city of Chaoge.

The iron hooves of the Han army trampled over the broken city walls, trampling on the hopes and dreams of the Wei army.

They were like sharp blades, cutting through the Wei army's defense lines and cutting the originally orderly battlefield into pieces.

Some of the Wei army soldiers were captured, some were beheaded, and more fled in despair, hoping to find a glimmer of hope for survival.

During the Han army's charge, Zhao Yun waved his sword and commanded the Han soldiers to pursue the fleeing Wei army.

His voice was loud and powerful, as if it could penetrate the noise of the battlefield and reach the heart of every soldier.

Under his command, the morale of the Han army soldiers was high and their fighting effectiveness was doubled.

They chased their prey like cheetahs, vowing to completely annihilate the Wei army.

On the Wei side, the situation was completely different. The soldiers were panic-stricken and their morale was low.

Their originally solid defense line collapsed under the fierce attack of the Han army.

They fled in all directions, looking for a chance to escape.

However, in this chaotic battlefield, escape is not easy.

Not only did they have to face the pursuit of the Han army, but they also had to face their inner fear and despair.

As the Han army continued to advance, the fighting in Chaoge City gradually subsided.

The bodies of Wei army soldiers lay scattered on the streets, and their blood dyed the land red.

The flags of the Han army flew high above the ruins of Chaoge City, announcing their victory.

Before the city was broken, a Wei army left the city first.

Sima Yi led the exhausted Wei army in a hasty retreat in chaos.

The night was as dark as ink, and the wind was howling, as if even the sky was lamenting for the disastrous defeat.

On the city wall, the flags of the Han army fluttered in the cold wind, while the backs of the Wei army were stretched out in the moonlight, looking particularly desolate.

The pursuing Han army was like a shadow, and arrows fell like raindrops, and the Wei soldiers were shot and fell one after another.

Sima Yi rode on his warhorse, his face solemn, but with an unyielding fire burning in his eyes.

He gripped the reins tightly, his fingers turning white with effort, as if trying to suppress his inner anxiety and anger.

"Father, if we continue like this, we might ..." Sima Zhao's voice trembled, and his unfinished words were swallowed up by the whistling wind.

Sima Yi did not respond, but his eyes became more determined. He knew very well that he must not waver in the slightest at this moment.

Finally, when the Wei army was about to collapse, the sound of hurried horse hooves was heard in the distance.

It was Sima Shi, who brought reinforcements from Muye City and appeared on the battlefield like a god descending from the sky.

The Wei army soldiers seemed to see hope and their morale was boosted.

Sima Shi was very agile. He rode his horse and whipped it, rushed to Sima Yi's side, and asked anxiously: "Father, Chaoge has fallen, and I am afraid that Muye will not be able to be defended for long."

Sima Yi exhaled a breath of foul air, his hair was disheveled in the battle, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, flashing with an unyielding light.

"Now the Han army has won a great victory and its power is rampant."

He said in a deep voice: "But this may not be a chance for us. As long as we can kill Emperor Liu Gongsi of Han, our army will win."

Upon hearing this, Sima Shi frowned and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"But Liu Gongsi is surrounded by elite soldiers and powerful generals. How can we kill him?" He sighed, his tone full of helplessness and worry.

Sima Yi did not answer immediately, but looked into the distance with a deep gaze, as if thinking about something.

The wind was still blowing, but at this moment it seemed to carry an inexplicable air of solemnity.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "It is still unknown."

These four words are simple yet full of profound meaning.

Sima Yi knew very well that killing Liu Gongsi was nothing short of a fantasy.

But in this desperate moment, he must give the soldiers hope, a reason to keep fighting.

Moreover, he did have a plan in his mind, a plan that might be able to turn the tide.

It all depends on whether God is on his side. (End of this chapter)