Ji Han Grand Commander

Chapter 282 276. Chu Song Resounds
As the sun set in the west, the Han army pushed their catapults back in a swagger, leaving the anxious Wu soldiers on the city wall staring blankly.

Today, the Han army filled in many sections of the moat. Although it is not completely level, it is more than enough for people to move around.

The Wu soldiers on the city wall were somewhat demoralized. If the Han army could fill up the moat today, would they attack the city tomorrow? They were only temporarily recruited. Was it worth it to fight the Han army?
Many Wu soldiers unconsciously thought of some problems that were not their problem. There was nothing they could do about it. After watching the Han soldiers playing with their catapults all day, the idle Wu soldiers couldn't help but let their minds run wild.

At night, the sound of squeaking music rang out from the Han army camp that surrounded Jianye City on three sides. Needless to say, the content of the music was naturally the songs of Jiangdong.

Although most of the Wu troops fought on their own land, many people knew the story of being surrounded on all sides. What the Han army was doing now was clearly telling the Wu troops that they were Xiang Yu at Gaixia, and were beaten to a desperate situation by the Han army.

Therefore, although Wu Jun did not feel any homesickness, he was equally frightened and felt that this moment was just like that moment.

"...Master Zhang, do you think there is any other solution now?"

Zhuge Jin visited Zhang Zhao's residence again that night. This old man did not hold a very high official position, but he had a very high prestige among the officials of Eastern Wu. He was the last person Zhuge Jin could think of who could give him some advice.

Zhuge Jin was not a fool. He could see Bu Zhi's distrust and his deliberate distance. But Zhuge Jin really didn't want to see the Great Wu die. He still wanted to make one last effort, so he could only pin his hopes on this old man who was not good at military affairs but had a thorough understanding of politics.

"Why are you asking me, Tzuyu? Judging from the current situation, Han is strong and we are weak. There is no point in fighting, and where can we retreat to?"

Zhang Zhao drank a sip of tea and shook his head. After several battles, the Eastern Wu was now barely surviving. If Feng Xi hadn't taken the casualties of the Han army into consideration, it would have been unclear who would control Jianye City.

"Alas... When Gongjin was here, Jiangdong was still thriving despite all the hardships it had gone through. How come it has become like this in just 20 years?"

There was wine in the cup in front of Zhuge Jin, and Zhuge Jin drank it all in one gulp. It seemed as if he had found an object to vent his bitterness.

"Lord Zibu, hiccup... I, I know that I am not very talented and knowledgeable, and I certainly cannot compare with Gongjin and Zijing. But... but since Your Majesty values ​​me and has appointed me as the Grand Commander, I will naturally... die for it."

Zhuge Jin drank a few more cups and began to have difficulty speaking. Zhang Zhao sighed. He could understand Zhuge Jin's distress.

When Zhou Yu was alive, people in Jiangdong often said, "Ask Zhou Yu if you have any questions about foreign affairs, and ask Zhang Zhao if you have any questions about domestic affairs." Isn't this a kind of ridicule to Zhang Zhao? So later, in order to prove himself, Zhang Zhao followed Sun Quan to Xiaoyaojin. Of course, there is no need to say more about what happened later. Even if Zhang Zhao led his troops to attack Dangtu County alone, he still returned without success.

The feeling of being suppressed by such talented people is the most depressing. Zhuge Jin looks mediocre because of the achievements of Zhou Yu and Lu Su, the former generals. Zhang Zhao looks short-sighted and of poor ability because of Zhou Yu.

And similarly... Zhou Yu's originally brilliant military record became mediocre because of Zhuge Liang's existence. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Zhou Yu wanted to get rid of Zhuge Liang.

Zhuge Jin now carries a burden beyond his capabilities. Defeat the Han army? Lu Xun can't do it, Zhou Tai can't do it, Xu Sheng can't do it, and no one in Jiangdong can do it now.

It's just that those who tried were either dead or imprisoned, and it was Zhuge Jin's turn. Everyone knew that this was just a last-ditch effort, and whatever results Zhuge Jin could achieve, everyone would only think it was God's blessing.

Even if the Great Wu was destroyed, that was all, and Zhuge Jin could not do more.

As for Zhang Zhao, he actually had some understanding of how Jiangdong had fallen to this point, but he didn't dare to say it. He knew it when he rushed from Jianye to Jiangxia the year before last, and he also advised against it.

However, the young man who had treated him with special courtesy and called him his teacher had become a cunning and cunning hero whose thoughts were hard to figure out. His attitude towards him had also changed from enthusiastic to cold. It was not that Zhang Zhao had not advised him in the past, but because of the grudge at the Battle of Chibi, Sun Quan had not trusted him again. The best proof was that Zhang Zhao was now like a marginal figure in the court, and it was not his turn to make suggestions on major matters.

"Ugh……"

Zhang Zhao sighed in his heart. The demise of the Great Wu was a foregone conclusion. Of course, he couldn't be so categorical, because Sun Quan still had a way out, an extremely despicable way to use. But using it would basically declare the end of Sun Quan's political life.

"Zhongmou..."

Zhang Zhao shook his head and asked Zhuge Jin's family to carry the unconscious Zhuge Jin back to the carriage before returning to his room to rest.

The imperial palace in the center of Jianye City is still brightly lit. Sun Quan, just like Dong Zhuo decades ago, happily drinks the wine from his glass, enjoys the delicacies on the plate, and glances at the hotly dressed beauties, but his eyes reveal a sense of sad and dead silence.

"pat"

One of the dancers accidentally misstepped her steps, sprained her ankle, and sat on the ground. The originally lively string and orchestra music suddenly stopped, and the whole venue became dead silent.

Everyone looked at their emperor anxiously. Since Sun Quan ascended the throne, his personality has become more erratic, and no one knows what their fate will be.

"Come here, drag her away and hang her to death. The rest of you will all be disfigured and driven out of the palace."

Sun Quan's face was calm, as if he was explaining what to eat tomorrow, but just a few words ruined the future of more than a dozen people.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me... Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

The dancer who was about to be hanged kowtowed and begged for mercy, hoping that Sun Quan would show mercy.

"Is that so? Then let's kill her three clans."

Sun Quan waved his hand, and the Imperial Guards came in and dragged the crying woman away without saying a word, and they disappeared.

"Okay, all of you go down, I want to be quiet."

Feeling bored, Sun Quan drove out all the palace maids and eunuchs who were lighting lamps and serving in the hall, leaving himself alone in the spacious hall.

"Where did I go wrong? Why did the Great Wu perish in my hands?"

After drinking a glass of strong liquor, Sun Quan's eyes began to wander.

(End of this chapter)