Chapter 315: Blood Debt Repaid with Blood

"What's that fire-breathing weapon?"

On the North and South Streets of Jincheng, Murong Wuji retreated while looking at the weapons of the Yanzhou soldiers that continued to emit fire and smoke. ReadМ

Every time the fire lights up, a large number of Xiliang soldiers will fall.

Facing this kind of weapon that they had never encountered before, the Xiliang soldiers were obviously afraid. No one was willing to rush forward and die.

These Dasong soldiers with strange weapons just stayed at the foot of the city wall at first.

But after the Xiliang soldiers did not dare to charge towards the city wall, they formed a row and came in his direction.

Once Xiliang soldiers rushed toward them, they stopped again, followed by fire and smoke.

"Chief, Jincheng can't be defended anymore." A general ran over from the front covered in blood.

His arm was dripping with blood from being hit by the royal soldier's flintlock rifle.

Looking at the shocking wounds on Zheng Jiang's arm, Murong Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, his eyes were attracted by the movement on the wall at the gap.

Some soldiers of King Yan climbed up the city wall and were pulling something with ropes.

When he saw clearly, his pupils suddenly dilated.

These Yanzhou soldiers were pulling their artillery up the city wall.

When the artillery went up, they sent in ammunition.

Then the guns were aimed at the Xiliang soldiers in the city.

"Chief, before the soldiers are dispersed, gather the troops and rush out from the west gate. If it is later, it will be too late." Another general said.

There are more than 60,000 Yanzhou soldiers outside the city, but there are only more than 20,000 people inside the city.

With the northern city wall occupied, they could not hold Jincheng at all.

Although Murong Wuji was unwilling to do so, he knew that what the general said was right.

Jincheng can no longer be defended.

His ambition and desire for revenge disappeared under the attack of King Yan's soldiers and horses.

"Chief, leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood!" Murong Wuji was tempted by another general's advice.

He got on the horse that was being led and headed towards the west gate.

He was guarded by five hundred iron kite cavalry, two thousand light cavalry, and his three thousand elite infantry.

The west city gate was opened, and the cavalry rushed out of the city first.

But then suddenly the sound of artillery sounded, and the Xiliang cavalry who rushed at the front flew back backwards and hit three cavalrymen.

"Bang bang bang..." At the same time as the artillery sounded, the fusiliers pulled the trigger.

The cavalrymen fell one by one in the doorway of the city gate, blocking the city gate.

"Go to the south gate!" Seeing that Ximen couldn't rush out.

Murong Wuji turned his horse's head and went to the south gate again.

But at the south gate, they still suffered heavy shelling. The corpses of soldiers blocked the city gate, and they lost the road to the south gate again.

Finally, they went to the east gate, but still couldn't break through.

"I am so heartbroken, Murong Wuji." Unable to rush out of Jincheng, Murong Wuji laughed miserably.

Looking towards the north gate, he said: "Even if we die, we will let one more Dasong soldier be buried with him. Kill me!"

After that, he led the cavalry towards the north gate.

"Your Highness, look!"

North Gate, at this time Zhao Xu and Chang Wei climbed up to the north gate.

To his left were twelve six-pound field guns.

Looking in the direction Chang Wei pointed, a Xiliang cavalry was rushing towards them.

One of the leaders was wearing gorgeous armor, which was significantly different from other generals.

"Murong Wuji?" Zhao Xu asked.

Chang Wei also shook his head. He had never seen Murong Wuji before.

Zhao Xu said to the artillery general: "Bombard those cavalry!"

In response, the artillery general immediately turned the muzzle of the gun.

Then the cannon sounded, and twelve cannonballs flew towards the Xiliang cavalry.

Through the monocular, some of these shells hit the houses on both sides of the street, while some bounced off the ground and flew to unknown destinations.

A few more flew into the Xiliang cavalry.

Immediately, a Xiliang cavalry was hit and fell to the ground and died miserably.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The first round was over.

The artillery fired a second round, killing and wounding some cavalry, and then they hurriedly reloaded.

Murong Wuji held a long sword in his hand and whipped the horse fiercely.

He could already clearly see the Yanzhou soldiers holding strange weapons in front of him.

But at this moment, there was another roar of cannons, and he suddenly felt that his arms were empty, and then his whole body rose into the air and landed heavily on the ground.

Then severe pain came, and he tried to struggle to get up, but found that his left arm was broken with only a little skin and flesh connected to it.

Blood gushed out from his arm like a spring, Murong Wuji's vision went dark and he fainted.

Murong Wuji was injured, and the Xiliang cavalry following him suddenly fell into chaos.

On the city wall, Chang Wei decisively seized this opportunity. While bombarding with artillery, he ordered the fusiliers to move forward and annihilate the remaining Xiliang cavalry.

Without their leader, the Xiliang soldiers immediately fled in all directions like headless flies.

Royal soldiers continued to pour in from the gap to pursue them.

"When Murong Wuji invaded Jincheng, he ordered the massacre of all the Forbidden Army soldiers in the city. If he is caught this time, he will be killed to comfort the grievances of these Forbidden Army soldiers." Chang Wei's eyes flashed with a coldness.

Zhao Xu nodded, the blood debt can only be repaid with blood debt.

He did not leave a city gate to ambush the Xiliang people, because he did not want to give Murong Wuji any chance to escape.

After a large number of royal soldiers entered Jincheng, the offensive gradually became one-sided.

The east gate and west gate were captured by the royal soldiers one after another.

Soldiers from other gates took advantage of the situation and poured in, and the entire Jin city was filled with royal soldiers.

The soldiers of Xiliang had already suffered heavy casualties under the attack of the soldiers of the palace, and they could not resist the siege of the soldiers of the palace who were several times their number.

When the evening fell, Jincheng became quiet.

"Your Highness, Murong Wuji lost too much blood and died."

At this moment, Zhao Xu was in Murong Wuji's courtyard in Jincheng.

After Murong Wuji was injured, the Xiliang general sent Murong Wuji back here.

After the soldiers of the palace killed the Xiliang soldiers here, they found Murong Wuji.

Zhao Xu looked at the corpse carried out by the soldiers.

This person was indeed the Xiliang general who charged forward at that time.

"Your Highness, we found a lot of Dasong women..." At this time, a general hurried over, hesitating.

"If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have something to say, fart quickly." Chang Wei glared at the general.

"There is no way to say this, Your Highness, General, you will know after you see it." The general said.

Zhao Xu heard the words and followed the general.

There was a hall in the middle of the courtyard, and the door of the hall was smashed open by the soldiers of the palace.

Zhao Xu and Chang Wei arrived at the entrance of the hall, but they just looked away and didn't look anymore.

At this time, the corner of the hall was crowded with naked women.

These women were crowded together, their faces were panicked, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

"It's a pity that I didn't kill this bastard with my own hands." Chang Wei snorted coldly.

Without thinking, he also knew what these women were used for by Murong Wuji.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xu's hands trembled slightly.

This is the atrocities of the Xiliang people, and the cruelty of these foreign races is beyond your imagination.

In contemporary history, there was an extremely dark period in the Central Plains.

At this time, the Han people were slaughtered and eaten, and their bodies blocked the river. They were called two-legged sheep and were almost killed to extinction.

In the past, this was just a line of words in history books.

Now, he witnessed it with his own eyes.