eurekapd 第285章 古有赵子龙7进7出，今有我宇文成龙8进8出
第285章 古有赵子龙7进7出，今有我宇文成龙8进8出
"Is five thousand enough? If not, I'll add more for you."
Lu Xiao was equally confident in taking Jiangling, and sending some troops out would not be a problem.
"Three thousand, three thousand is enough!"
Yuwen Chenglong not only refused to pay more, but also asked for two thousand less.
He patted his chest, looking confident and assured.
He knew his own limitations; he certainly wouldn't dare say 800, that would be courting death.
But with three thousand men, holding off Xiao Xian's reinforcements would be a piece of cake.
Yuwen Chenglong is now a man of divine strength; when he wields his silver spear, anyone who comes will die.
"Pharmacist, allocate him three thousand cavalry."
Lu Xiao waved his hand and immediately agreed.
"it is good."
Li Jing nodded and immediately led Yuwen Chenglong away from the main tent to check the troops and arrange the departure.
A night passed in the blink of an eye.
In the early hours of the morning, just as the sky began to lighten, the sound of war drums rang out again, shaking the heavens and the earth.
Xiao Xian's soldiers inside the city launched the first offensive, hoping to take advantage of the Sui army's unstable foothold and drive out the imperial army that occupied the city.
Thousands of people poured out from the direction of the palace and rushed along the main street, their shouts of battle deafening.
As a result, he was dealt a heavy blow by Lü Xiao.
The Sui army was well prepared, and ambushes sprang up from all sides, raining down arrows.
Xiao Xian's troops hadn't gone far before they were driven back.
When the news reached the palace, Xiao Xian, who was taking medicine, nearly fell off his bed.
"Where are the reinforcements?"
Xiao Xian steadied himself, staring intently at the general in front of him, his voice trembling.
"Your Majesty, we are unable to leave the city and cannot obtain any news from outside..."
The general lowered his head, his voice growing softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
"this……"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xian felt utterly devastated, as if all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed onto the couch.
He couldn't understand why his life, which had been going so smoothly, suddenly collapsed.
Just a month ago, he was the King of Liang, who ruled over Jingzhou and Xiangyang and commanded hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
How did they become homeless dogs trapped in a lonely city in the blink of an eye?
"Your Majesty, please make a decision as soon as possible."
Yang Junmao stepped forward, bowed, and said, his tone already carrying a hint of urging.
Before long, the imperial army will begin its attack on the palace.
By then, it will be too late for them to surrender.
If Xiao Xian still doesn't understand the times, then he can only help Xiao Xian make a decision!
"Send someone to write a letter to Lü Xiao; I wish to discuss this with him!"
Seeing that his generals had no will to fight, Xiao Xian feared something might go wrong and quickly stepped back.
He delayed Lü Xiao under the guise of negotiation, hoping to hold out until reinforcements arrived.
Once reinforcements arrive, a pincer attack from both inside and outside may give us a chance to turn the tide.
He thought this was a feasible move, since the people of Goguryeo had done the same thing when Yang Guang attacked them.
Feigning surrender to buy time.
Besides, Lü Xiao and I are both Han Chinese, surely he wouldn't deny us even a chance to negotiate?
"Your Majesty is wise!"
Seeing that Xiao Xian had relented, Yang Junmao and the others saw a glimmer of hope.
"You want to discuss this with me?"
Lu Xiao was puzzled when he learned of the enemy general's intentions, and his brows furrowed slightly.
We've come this far, what's there left to talk about?
In other words, if I've already taken my pants off when I enter your house, do you think there's any need for me to put them back on?
"King Shuo, my king sincerely surrenders and does not wish for the people of Jiangling to suffer from the war."
The messenger knelt on the ground, speaking with trepidation, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't flustered upon hearing that Lü Xiao was known for his ruthlessness in killing envoys.
This Prince Shuo is no pushover; he kills people without batting an eye.
His head could be moved at any moment.
"Oh, for the people."
"Alright then, have your men open the palace gates now, and we can still talk."
Lu Xiao never intended to let Xiao Xian off the hook.
Xiao Xian is a member of the Xiao family and the mastermind behind the rebellion. If we don't kill him, how can we explain it to the court?
However, if their generals were willing to open the palace gates, they could be spared from death.
"If the Prince of Shuo agrees, my king will make preparations."
"Shut up, you shameless bastard!"
Just then, Li Jing drew his sword, the tip pointing directly at the envoy, its cold light gleaming, startling the envoy so much that he fell to the ground.
"Does Xiao Xian intend to use Goguryeo tricks to deceive Prince Shuo?"
As someone who had studied Yang Guang's campaign against Goguryeo, Li Jing naturally knew where the Sui Dynasty fell short.
The tactic of surrendering only to rebel again, repeatedly delaying the opportunity, was a common trick used by Goguryeo, which turned a victorious battle into a defeat.
Now, Xiao Xian actually wants to use this trick too?
I really don't know how to live or die!
"Drag him out and behead him, then throw his head into the palace."
Lü Xiao understood Xiao Xian's intentions perfectly well. He really thought Xiao Xian was a three-year-old child, using such outdated tricks to fool people.
"Your Majesty, in times of war, envoys are not to be killed!"
Upon seeing this, the messenger immediately struggled, his voice distorted, desperately trying to run away.
But the Red Guard soldiers on both sides held his shoulders firmly, making him unable to move.
"I'll knock!"
The Ao Yu took out a long-handled golden mace and immediately smashed it down on the messenger's head. The movement was clean and swift, without any hesitation.
With a muffled thud, the envoy fell straight to the ground, lifeless without uttering a sound.
Blood flowed from the back of his head, spreading across the ground in a large pool.
The turtle cut off another human head, held it in its hand, weighed it in its hand, and smiled broadly.
Getting paid before the war even starts is a wonderful thing.
"Take the palace in half an hour."
Lu Xiao stepped out of the tent, grabbed the Wufang Tianji (a type of halberd) leaning against the outside of the tent, its blade gleaming coldly in the morning light.
"promise!"
Upon hearing this, the generals shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the fields.
Then, the war drums sounded again, and the Sui army launched a final offensive towards Xiao Xian's palace like a tidal wave.
Banners fluttered, swords and spears stood like a forest, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens.
the other side.
Yuwen Chenglong left the camp and led three thousand cavalry south, the sound of hooves thundering and dust flying everywhere.
At the crossroads, he lined up his army in a single file, blocking the official road.
Three thousand cavalrymen, with banners waving, were as imposing as a rainbow.
"My lord, there's movement! Xiao Xian's reinforcements are on their way!"
Just then, Zhao Chong led a team of scouts back at breakneck speed, dismounted, and reported back.
"Hahaha, all of you step back, let me handle this!"
Yuwen Chenglong was overjoyed, his smile almost reaching his ears.
He stood with his spear at the ready, spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed and took a few steps forward.
He twirled the silver spear in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and struck what he considered to be his most handsome pose.
The three thousand cavalrymen retreated a hundred paces in unison, giving their commander enough space.
They also wanted to know just how capable this lord, who called himself the White Dragon of the Waves, really was.
In the distance, dust billowed, and banners bearing the character "Xiao" could be vaguely seen fluttering in the wind.
The reinforcements numbered in large numbers, at least tens of thousands, a dark mass that was rapidly approaching along the official road.
Yuwen Chenglong narrowed his eyes. In ancient times, Zhao Zilong charged in and out seven times. Now, he, Yuwen Chenglong, charged in and out eight times.