Ji Han Grand Commander

Chapter 586: Battle of Luoyang (IX)

"General, General Fei Yao and General Dai Ling can no longer hold out. The entire South City District will fall into the hands of the enemy."

Cao Zhen was still thinking about what other solutions there were, but then the bad news about Fei Yao and Dai Ling came, making Cao Zhen feel despair.

"Go and ask His Majesty to send more reinforcements. Also ask the other two gates to send more troops to support the place with less pressure."

There were no more than 70,000 or 80,000 Wei troops in the city, and with that divided among each city gate, there were only a little over 20,000. The South Gate was the main attack direction of the Han army. Excluding those servants who were there to make up the numbers and the Wei soldiers who were killed in the Han army's fatal attack, there were basically not many available forces. How could the remaining 10,000-plus Wei soldiers engage in street fighting with 50,000 or 60,000 Han troops?

So Cao Zhen had no choice but to ask Cao Li and the other two gates for reinforcements.

The pressure on Guo Huai's side is not great, so he can still spare 5,000 men. As for Xiahou Mao, he is already in a difficult situation and can hardly save himself. It is good enough that he does not ask Cao Zhen for support. How could he have any extra troops to give to Cao Zhen?

As for the west gate, Xiahou Mao and his two companions were almost unable to hold out against the fierce attack of Zhuge Liang's Sichuan troops. In addition, the news that the south gate had been breached had spread, and the fighting spirit of many Wei troops plummeted.

The sound of the three wheels just now was like thunderclaps from the blue sky, and then the South City Gate collapsed after bursts of fire and explosions in their sight. This scene that seemed to appear only in myths made them tremble with fear. It was obviously not something that could be resisted by human power. If it happened to them, what would happen to them?

As for Zhuge Liang, the generals he led were from central Sichuan. Although their quality was average, their quantity was definitely sufficient.

Led by Wang Ping, Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi, the Sichuan Army took advantage of the Wei Army's hesitation due to the loss of the South Gate and attacked the top of the city wall. Led by the brothers Xiahou Heng, the Wei Army tried to drive the Han Army off the city wall. As for Xiahou Mao, he knew that his martial arts were not his strong point, so he just continued to command the Wei Army from the back and had no intention of leading the troops.

"Den!"

Wang Ping swung his sword at him, but was blocked by Xiahou Heng. The two were a perfect match. Xiahou Heng was the eldest son of Xiahou Yuan, and his martial arts were inherited from his family. Although he was not at the first-rate level, he was already a hard-to-beat opponent among the second-rate.

Wang Ping was also a good knife-wielder. Although he could not defeat the top-notch fighters, he was still a leader among the second-rate fighters. Therefore, the two became inseparable for a while.

However, Xiahou Wei was no match for Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi. Although the two were defeated repeatedly, Xiahou Wei was still able to handle himself with ease when facing Xiahou Wei, whose martial arts were not as good as Xiahou Heng's.

"Xiahou Mao! Are you dead there? Why don't you come and help Ji Quan!"

Seeing that his brother was already unable to hold on and things were happening one after another, Xiahou Heng was so angry that he cursed Xiahou Mao who was standing by and watching.

"Tsk."

Xiahou Mao snorted, but now in public, although he didn't like the Xiahou Heng brothers who often sabotaged him, he couldn't just stand by and watch. He could only draw his sword and go to assist Xiahou Wei.

"Well done!"

When Zhang Yi saw Xiahou Mao drawing his sword and charging at him, he left Xiahou Wei and joined in the fight with Xiahou Mao. Xiahou Mao's martial arts skills were not as good as the other two, and were not even second-rate, so after fighting with Zhang Yi for a few rounds, he was sweating profusely.

On the other hand, Zhang Yi originally thought that the son of Xiahou Dun would not be as good as his father, but at least not weaker than Xiahou Heng. However, after a fight, he found that Xiahou Mao was just a figurehead and at most a deputy general.

Xiahou Mao was sweating profusely. He and Zhang Yi barely continued fighting for a few more rounds, then simply left Zhang Yi behind and ran away.

"Xiahou Mao, you are such a waste!"

Xiahou Heng saw that Zhang Yi did not chase Xiahou Mao, but turned around and besieged Xiahou Wei with Zhang Yi, and he was so angry that he cursed Xiahou Mao for being cowardly. However, Xiahou Mao ignored him and blended into the crowd and disappeared.

"what!"

How could Xiahou Wei resist the attack of Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi? After a few rounds, Zhang Yi stabbed Xiahou Wei in the right arm. Xiahou Wei cried out in pain, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he covered his right arm with his hands, his face showing pain.

"Xiahou Wei, why do you still persist in your wrongdoings? The fall of your Wei Kingdom is a foregone conclusion. It is better to lay down your weapons, turn from darkness to light, and save your family."

When Zhang Yi saw Xiahou Wei's appearance, he couldn't bear it and tried to persuade him to surrender and stop his meaningless death.

"The hatred for killing my father and brother is irreconcilable. If I kneel down and surrender to you, how can I face my father and brother in the afterlife?"

Xiahou Wei gritted his teeth and showed a look of refusing to surrender even at the risk of his life, which made Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi shake their heads.

"In the past, your father was on the battlefield. We all served our respective masters. Dying on the battlefield is the fate of a warrior. Why do you have to do this? Didn't your father kill anyone on the battlefield? If everyone is like this, when will the cycle of revenge end?"

Zhang Yi continued to persuade him earnestly, saying that there were countless such incidents. Who had not taken a few lives on the battlefield? If it were all like this, wouldn't the world have been in chaos long ago?

"I can't control what happens to others, but my father and brother were killed by your Han army. I can't surrender to the Han army. Please kill me quickly."

Xiahou Wei stiffened his neck, looking ready to die. Zhang Yi and Zhang Yi looked at each other, and finally Zhang Yi thrust out his sword helplessly, piercing Xiahou Wei's heart.

“Ji Quan——!”

Xiahou Heng, who was still fighting with Wang Ping over there, didn't hear clearly what the others had just said. He only saw Xiahou Wei falling down with a look of relief. At this moment, Xiahou Heng's eyes were wide open, his eyes were torn from staring so hard, and the whites of his eyes were full of scarlet blood.

"Get out of here! I want you to pay for Ji Quan's life!"

Originally, the death of Xiahou Ba was a thorn in the brothers' hearts. Now that Xiahou Wei was killed in the battle, Xiahou Heng completely lost his mind. He actually killed Wang Ping with a sword and turned around to kill Zhang Yi and the other two.

But the two men were neither blind nor deaf. Seeing Xiahou Heng coming at them like a madman, they could only muster up their strength and hold their swords to block him. However, Xiahou Heng was so angry that he simply ignored them and made no defense at all, with every move intending to die together with them.

"clang!"

With a crisp sound, Zhang Yi was hit by Xiahou Heng and left him with an opening. Zhang Yi next to him quickly attacked Xiahou Heng, intending to force him back. Unexpectedly, Xiahou Heng ignored Zhang Yi's sword and stabbed Zhang Yi directly.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Zhang Yi gritted his teeth and turned sideways, trying to twist his vital parts away. However, Zhang Yi's sword stabbed Xiahou Heng in the waist. Xiahou Heng just shook his hand, but continued to stab Zhang Yi.

"Pfft!"

With a sound of sword entering flesh, Xiahou Heng stabbed Zhang Yi's abdomen with his sword, and he also had Zhang Yi's sword on his waist.

"I want you to die!"

Xiahou Heng looked like an evil ghost Shura, his face covered in blood, looking extremely terrifying.

"Bitter!"

Zhang Yi looked at the opponent who completely ignored Zhang Yi's attack and seemed determined to die with him. He felt bitter in his heart, and he couldn't avoid the next move.

(End of this chapter)