From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 1109

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

The sound of laughter rang out on the tower. Xiong Kuohai excitedly drank a sip of wine and couldn't help saying, "It's great! The wall of Liangzhou is three feet high, and the war resources are sufficient. No matter how many people the other side has, they can't attack!"

"In the past three days, they organized two attacks, but there was no progress, and nearly 20,000 people were sacrificed. It's ridiculous."

He looked at Song Wu and said excitedly, "Including the first attack, they lost at least more than 30,000 people in the three attacks, while we lost only more than 8,000."

"If they continue to fight like this, they can't play any more!"

Song Wu's face was not excited. He just looked at the smoke and dust in front of him and said slowly, "Master Xiong, we may...maybe we can't hold on any longer. . "

Hearing this, Xiong Kuohai's smile froze, and he frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Wu sighed and whispered, "I have a feeling that these soldiers give me a wrong feeling, especially in the battle this morning. They showed signs of cowardice. Although it is not obvious, I can see it."

Xiong Kuohai changed color and said, "You mean, even if the Yarkand and Ma family can't attack, we will have problems internally."

Song Wu said bitterly, "It's not that there will be problems, but that there have been problems for a long time, but we just can't find out."

Xiong Kuohai said, "I still don't believe that these soldiers are going to surrender to the enemy and rebel!"

As soon as the voice fell, another drum sounded, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting, the Yarkand and Ma family's army attacked the city wall.

This time, they did not hold back at all and sent all the remaining 70,000 people up.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they were going to fight to the death.

Song Wu shouted to encourage morale, and the battle began.

In this bloody dusk, on this city wall dyed red by the sun and blood, the brutal fight started again.

The only difference is that there is no sound of cannons this time.

The continuous battles made the barrels of the Portuguese cannons turn red and slightly deformed, and three of the cannons burst.

This time, they can only rely on traditional city defense weapons.

Xiong Kuohai said: "Even if the Portuguese cannons are useless, they can't attack, after all, our city walls are so high..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiong Kuohai was stunned.

He saw the flames.

Liangzhou Guards started a fire, not just one place, but at least ten places. The raging fire, reflecting the setting sun, seemed to burn down the entire Liangzhou City.

"Report! Report!"

A Ti cavalryman ran up to the tower and shouted: "Report to the commander! Report to Lord Xiong! Someone in the city deliberately set fire!"

"More than ten teams, each with at least seventy or eighty people, gathered the people to make trouble, and there are more and more people."

"They... they are attacking the county government..."

Xiong Kuohai turned back suddenly, with only shock in his eyes.

He said word by word: "Liangzhou Guards! But they have been cleared out! How could there still be people from the Ma family!"

An old voice sounded.

Ye Mian climbed up from below, panting and said: "If we can clean up the officials, can we also clean up the people? A large number of spies have integrated into the people and have lived here for many years. There is no loophole at all and it cannot be found."

Xiong Kuohai said: "Why are you here? Aren't you helping Li He in Suzhou Guard?"

Ye Mian shook his head and said: "I just came back. The situation in Liangzhou Guard is too serious. I dare not not come back."

"The current situation is that the Ma family has been operating in Xihai for a hundred years and has deeply infiltrated Gansu Town. For the people here, the Ma family is closer and more popular than the court."

Xiong Kuohai shouted: "Bullshit! The Ma family oppresses the people! Can the people still be close to them?"

Ye Mian looked at him deeply and said in a deep voice: "Old Xiong, is there a possibility... It is because they oppress the people that the people are more close to them?"

Xiong Kuohai was silent on the spot

Ye Mian said: "If the people are poorer, they will become more dependent on the Ma family, just like herding. The harder you treat cattle and sheep, the more obedient they will be."

"Now you can see that once the people of Liangzhouwei are incited, a large number of people will come out to make trouble."

"When I just passed the city, do you know what their slogan was?"

Xiong Kuohai said: "What?"

Ye Mian said: "Drive out the court, divide the land, eat enough and wear warm clothes, and don't be hungry and cold."

Xiong Kuohai punched the city wall and shouted: "Absurd! How can they believe that the Ma family will give them land!"

Ye Mian sighed and said: "For decades, whoever the Ma family wants to make rich can become rich. This idea has been deeply rooted in the minds of local people."

"The people here are too miserable and too eager to eat enough and wear warm clothes. In addition to the Ma family's authority for many years, this sentence will naturally be believed by a large number of people once it is shouted out."

Speaking of this, Ye Mian smiled bitterly:"We don't need all the people to believe, or even most of them to believe. Just a small part... is enough to make us chaotic."

Xiong Kuohai took a deep breath and said, "I'll suppress it!"

"It's too late!"

Ye Mian said, "The fundamental reason is not that you and I didn't do a good job, but that the Ma family has been the local emperor here for too long. Our efforts for dozens of days can't smash the archway of the other party for decades."

"What the hell should we do now!"

Xiong Kuohai stamped his feet anxiously.

Song Wu murmured, "Retreat."

Everyone looked quickly and saw that the soldiers of Yarkand and the Ma family had begun to retreat, but under the setting sun, groups of civilians ran forward.

They wore all kinds of clothes and shouted one after another.

"Son, surrender quickly. Master Ma promised to exempt us from taxes for three years and give us a reward of ten taels of silver!"

"Come down quickly, mother doesn't want you to die!"

"We have been allocated land, a full four acres of land!"

"Son, stop fighting, your father has been put in jail."

All kinds of reasons, all kinds of voices, countless persuasions to surrender, overwhelming, even more deafening than the sound of drums.

Seeing this scene, Xiong Kuohai's heart was completely cold.

He murmured: "It's over, it's really over now..."

Song Wu had no expression on his face, just slowly looked at the soldiers around him.

One of the soldiers was frightened by what he saw, and finally couldn't stand the pressure, and fell to his knees.

He kept knocking his head and crying: "Marshal... We... We are not disloyal, we just want to beg for food and want to live."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the soldiers knelt down one after another, knelt down and cried.

"Marshal, I can't watch my mother die!"

"Give me a chance to live, Marshal. I kowtow to you!"

"Yes, our lives are hard. We just want to have a meal. Please give me a chance to live."

"If we continue to fight, we will lose our lives. The most important thing is that our parents and family will not survive!"

"Please, Marshal! Have mercy on us!"

On the tower and under the wall, there were cries and complaints everywhere, and everyone was kowtowing.

The setting sun illuminated Song Wu's face.

The muscles on his face were trembling.

He opened his mouth and finally couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

He laughed until he was hoarse, but tears slid down his cheeks.

"Hahaha! Great! The Ma family is really good! They are worthy of being a powerful family that has been operating in the northwest for hundreds of years!"

"Look, look, these soldiers really recognize them! They really don't recognize the court!"

He looked at Ye Mian and Xiong Kuohai like he was crazy, and said in a hoarse voice: "You tell me, how to fight this battle! How to win! Hahaha!"

Ye Mian sighed deeply, and was heartbroken to see Song Wu's performance.

This young general did not live up to his surname and bloodline. He was strong enough and he had done very well.

Ye Mian said: "The destruction of Shu Han is not the fault of the general! The defeat of the northwest is not the fault of the commander-in-chief!"

Song Wu looked at Ye Mian and said slowly: "I have read "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and I love this book deeply."

"I remember clearly that Jiang Boyao had never met Emperor Zhaolie of Han, but he was determined and did not give up until the last moment of his life."

Speaking of this, he raised his head, and the blood stains on his face reflected the last afterglow of the sunset.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I have seen two generations of emperors! My Song family has been blessed by the emperor for generations!"

"I am also a disciple of General Jie! He didn't fall down either!"

"How could I... fall down!"

Song Wu held the knife tightly!

He said coldly: "I asked you to transfer 20,000 Zhejiang troops, right?"

"Keep fighting! Keep defending the city!"

"Fight street battles when the city is broken! Fill it with your life!"

He grinned and swung out his big knife suddenly, slashing it on the city wall with a loud bang.

He roared: "I, Song Wu...even if I die! I will die on the land of the northwest!"

"The vast land here can accommodate my broken body."