Yu Jun

After the sacrifice to heaven was over, there was no congratulations or celebrations. All the officials fled to Wangzhou. Mo Lingfeng did not go back to Wangzhou. He directly put on his armor in the carriage and went to the battlefield.

The emperor's personal visit boosted morale. Mo's army used a thunderous force to kill the Pingzhou army, retreating and fleeing. They went straight into Pingzhou and closed the city gates - the two thousand soldiers who were left behind had their heads removed and their bodies exposed. wilderness.

The Mo family troops arrived outside the west gate of Pingzhou.

Wei Gang, the magistrate of Pingzhou, was sitting on the Grand Master's chair in the second hall of the magistrate's office. He held a folding fan tightly in his hand and rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair. He felt that every word he heard was sharp and stung him. Headache, tinnitus.

The soldier standing below, a deputy commander, had his head lowered and his eyes were looking at the ground, speaking every word with difficulty.

The army was all under control and died in battle. The soldiers had not been on the battlefield for many years and had neglected to drill on weekdays. They were defeated in one fell swoop.

What's even more frightening is that the Mo family army had already planned and Pingzhou was surrounded from all sides. In just half a day, Pingzhou became an isolated island.

The food and grass in the city could last up to half a month - the soldiers were unable to fight, but they retreated quickly. More than 40,000 soldiers retreated into the city, all waiting to be eaten.

When Wei Gang heard the last word, he threw the folding fan on the table with a bang, covered his ears with both hands, leaned back, and looked up at the caisson above his head.

Now that I am a human being and I am a slave, how can I escape?

Mo Lingfeng is a woman who should not be underestimated!

The prefect was sitting under him, terrified to death. In less than half an hour, he went to the official room three times, and finally asked, "I heard that Mo Ni treated the state officials favorably, how about we... surrender?"

Wei Gang, who was covering his ears, sat upright suddenly, picked up a folding fan and threw it hard at the prefect's head: "Whoever dares to say the word surrender again will be dealt with immediately by military law, you——"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the general: "Get your armor, and all the officials will go up to the tower to defend the city!"

He stood up and said angrily: "A gentleman will die for his own sake, and an innocent man will die for his country! I would rather die than surrender!"

The rest of the people's faces turned pale, and the general left in a hurry, and soon brought the armor with his soldiers.

Wei Gang was so thin that even the smallest armor looked big on his body. He didn't care how big he was. He walked out with a majestic attitude. After taking ten steps, he fell to his knees with a "bang".

The armor is too heavy, the lightest one weighs forty kilograms.

The magistrate and others had no intention of laughing at him, because he was out of breath after walking, but Wei Gang turned to look at his colleagues in Guixing, stood up holding on to the wall, and almost went crazy - this situation was really terrible to watch.

The group of people crawled to the top of the city tower and looked outside the city gate.

The Mo army did not use weapons, but instead set up camp, built siege engines, and built nest cars higher than the city wall.

Wei Gang raised his hand to wipe the sweat, knowing that the Mo army was going to surround Pingzhou, so he ordered the deputy commander: "Get ready to defend the city."

For now, we can only hold on.

On the top of the city, preparations began to be made to defend the city. Vats of grease and ointment were moved onto the city tower. Cauldrons, dry firewood, rolling logs, rocks, arrows, and torches all gathered. Only food and grass could not appear out of thin air.

Pingzhou City is not close to rivers and seas, nor is it close to Jinluo. There has always been only one Shegang in the city. Wei Gang couldn't even imagine what would happen after all the Shegang was eaten up.

But we must hold on until rescue from the Kingdom and North Korea arrives.

He will never give in to the rebels, and if he cannot hold on, he will shed his blood on the city.

Preparations for the defense of the city were in full swing, but the Mo army did not attack the city except for watching from the chariot.

On May 2, the seventh day of the siege of Pingzhou, Jokhang's first wave of 20,000 reinforcements arrived, trying to break out of the siege from the south gate where there were fewer besiegers.

The scouts of the Mo Army were one step ahead. When the reinforcements arrived at the south city gate, strong bows and crossbows were ready, and arrows were pouring down on them like rain.

The reinforcements were overwhelmed by the sharp attack and could not move forward even half a minute. After such a fierce attack, the archers retreated behind the catapults.

The catapult was filled with gunpowder and caltrops. Zhong Tao gave an order, and the gunpowder rose into the air and hit the reinforcements.

The sound of "rumbling" continued, falling on the shield, the ground, and the armor. Suddenly, flames took off, and the fire was everywhere. In the firelight, the caltrops scattered rapidly, and the sharp thorns penetrated the cracks and pierced the flesh in an instant.

The Jokhang soldiers rolled and screamed incessantly. Wei Gang was anxious when he saw this tragic situation on the tower.

Counting the soldiers, there were nearly 80,000 people in the city. Calculated at two liters per person per day, including the horses, it was two thousand dan per day.

Food and grass are insufficient, and people's hearts have begun to wander.

He even began to hope that the Mo Army's sword could be aimed at Pingzhou City, using the same hatred to boost morale and appease the people in the city.

But Mo Lingfeng seemed to be able to see through what was in his mind and refused to move a single brick on the tower.

On the fifth day of May, Pingzhou was besieged for the tenth day.

It has been sunny for ten days, without a drop of rain. The compacted soil on the main road outside the city has been soaked in layers of blood and changed its color. It is sticky and shiny in the sun. The weeds and trees are burned, and unbridled limbs can be seen everywhere. , The big rocks beside the road look like they have been painted with a layer of vermilion paint.

That night, various tabloids from Jeju arrived from Jeju Pier.

Most of the tabloids were talking about the Battle of Pingzhou.

Pingzhou was short of food and grass, but Wei Gang was able to face danger without fear, organize the city, and appease the people. He did not surrender for ten days. The tabloids praised him as a loyal and martyr, a man of integrity, and an example of a good minister.

Even the newspaper was full of praise.

Mo Lingfeng sneered as he watched.

However, in ten days, before the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Zhan could not wait to elect a loyal minister like Wei Gang when the country was in turmoil, so that the scholars could imitate him.

How could she be like Zhao Zhan?

She threw the tabloid into the fire, and the flames suddenly rose. In the flames, there seemed to be a silent city and an Asura hell.

"Nomad Lord."

"The minister is here."

"We will not attack the city at midnight tonight," Mo Lingfeng said in an understatement, changing the fate of the 100,000 people in Pingzhou City. "Zhong Tao will lead two thousand troops and destroy Baohu Wharf."

Dazhao is already weak and the country's wealth is no longer sustainable. She has enough time to let the world know that the hearts of scholars and scholars cannot change the decadence of this dynasty.

"Yes." Nomad Qing guessed that Mo Lingfeng was going to stay here permanently.

Baohu Wharf is the largest and closest wharf to Pingzhou. Without the wharf, it would be difficult to deliver food and fodder for reinforcements. Bringing your own food and fodder would slow down the march and save them from running around to fight the enemy.

May 15th, the twentieth day of the siege of Pingzhou.

To the people in Pingzhou City, the praises and praises for rescue from the outside world were all nothing. All they really felt was hunger.

Hunger spreads like a plague.

The people's household resources are not abundant, and they often store food for no more than ten days. Some even buy it every three days. They have exhausted all the vegetables and chaff.

All the grain in the warehouses went to the army, and all the grain in the grain stores was taken away by the yamen. All wealthy households in the city had to hand over grain to the yamen, and they could not protect themselves.

On May 25th, Pingzhou was besieged for a month.

The soldiers at the top of Pingzhou City looked pale and weak, their greedy eyes glowing green, Wei Gang's thin cheeks were sunken, his armor had long been discarded, and he was walking on the tower wearing a single shirt.

It was cloudy today, and the sky was already a greenish color at this time, pressing straight on the tower. The large shadows enveloped the weak people, making them mistakenly think that their bones would be crushed.