warring states careerist

Chapter 794
In the end, the emperor's father, Yueling, concocted a speech that made the listeners weep and future generations would sigh, and then handed over the sharp blade to the meaningful person who suggested that he die before his death. When he was done, he immediately killed himself.

As for the reason for killing yourself, it is your noble status, and it is a shame that you cannot be judged by the lowly.

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In the Sishang army, the news that the emperor's father Yueling decided to surrender also spread quickly.

The envoys from various countries seemed to be a little unfinished. They thought it would be a vigorous siege battle, but they never thought it would end so smoothly.

Looking back, I seem to have seen the soldiers of the Mo family dig a pit for seven or eight days, and then saw the bombardment for two or three days, and then it was over...

Simple couldn't be simpler, without waves, and without twists and turns, and even in the defense and siege, there was no heroic move at all.

Even those who boarded the camp first, in the eyes of the Wei and Han envoys, it was nothing: there was no resistance after they boarded the city, as if even farmers captured from the field could do such a thing.

It seems that the Sishang army has nothing special about attacking the city except for digging well and having more copper cannons, but it just won so calmly, and won like a farmer Pulled out a weed in the field.

It would be wrong to say that there is nothing to learn from.

If you say too much that you can learn from, but you don't know what to learn.

When the envoys of the princes heard about the surrender of the emperor's father Yueling, it was reasonable, but also a little bit like a dream...Dangshan City was captured?
In the command post, Liuzhi and others are listening to the words of the envoys who followed the envoys of the princes.

What did they ask?
what did they see
What are they feeling?
What do they think about this siege?
But after asking a few questions, what those Mohists said the most was that they thought Sishang would dig pits and that there were too many copper cannons. The young envoys of Chu State asked some questions about the Xuanyi Department and the righteous teachers. Internal organization and the like, but they didn't ask the key point.

The chief of staff of the legion heard the words, patted his forehead and smiled wryly: "This battle does not mention land reform, taxation, military system, etc. involved in internal affairs."

"As far as the battlefield is concerned, it is the result of hard thinking, careful deliberation, confirmation of the drawing, and several deductions."

"But let them talk about it, it seems that we just know how to dig holes and have more copper cannons. We are also lucky to be here. If we are not in other places, if we only talk about meritorious deeds, we will become obscene. But no, there is no merit."

The Mohist representative of the legion also laughed and said: "However, there is a saying in Taoism: when a sergeant hears the Tao, he will practice it diligently; if a sergeant hears the Tao, he will survive if he dies; if a corporal hears the Tao, he will laugh out loud. Not laughing is not enough for the Tao."

"The premise of diligent practice is the need to hear and follow the Tao; the premise of surviving as if dying is to seem to understand but feel that you don't understand it very well."

"At this time in the world, in terms of knowledge of soldiers, there are very few people who can be called senior soldiers; there are not many people who can be called sergeants; there are even few people who can be called corporals. Even if you laugh, you still have to There is a direction to laugh, or I think it is not feasible, or I think it will not last long..."

"The giant wants to kill the chickens to warn the monkeys. I think the effect is very small. These people don't know how to fight. If Wu Qi, Sun Wu, Wu Zixu and others are envoys today, the effect will definitely be better."

Liuzhi smiled and scolded: "What do they know? A good fighter has no great achievements, a good planner has no great reputation, and the princes are not without talents. They will understand the importance of this battle."

"They don't know, we can teach them in the newspapers. In the past, the giant Po Teng was afraid that people in the world would not know, so he spread it with great fanfare?"

"We have done very well in this battle. For example, those soldiers who were hit by iron bullets that didn't know how to fly, this is also something that cannot accumulate experience."

"Come on, let's go, although it seems that we are acting in a theater for blind people, but these blind people will repeat it for those who are not blind."

Everyone just said casually without thinking too much. There are still many things to do right now.

The Mohist representative of the Legion, after this festival, brought up the matter of Emperor Yueling's surrender, and said, "If Emperor Yueling decides to surrender in the evening, it should be arranged carefully. Why don't you ask him more in words, Regarding the views of this siege battle, the authorities may see it more clearly."

"To let the princes of all parties understand that if we want to attack their earthen cities, it will only take a few days. If the cities cannot stop us, we can drive straight in and attack the east and west. The encircled enemies will be rescued and forced to fight in the field. Make them hesitate and dare not fight."

"The meaning of the giant is to capture the emperor's father Yueling as much as possible. We still need to arrange it."

An Mohist who belonged to the Supervision Department who had been silent all this time coughed lightly and said, "It really needs to be arranged..."

There is so much meaning in the words.

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In the evening, when the golden crow had not fallen and the sky was full of colorful clouds, the gunfire in the city had stopped, and the Sishang side also kept their word and stopped the bombardment.

At this time, the advantage is already huge, and several cannons have been transported to the salient fort, and the reinforcement has been completed.

The engineers and soldiers excavated the piled sheep's soil mountain, and it was almost completed. It was condescending or at least parallel, and the resistance in the city was meaningless.

It is impossible for sporadic resistance alone to pose a threat to the fortress occupied by Sishang.

The counterattack of massing forces, massing itself under the disadvantage of artillery will be a big problem.

The place agreed by the two parties to accept the surrender is on the wall on the side of the fortress. Choose one hundred and fifty steps to the left and right. This is beyond the maximum range that muskets and crossbows can shoot. Uncle Yang's resurrection is also incapable of shooting such a shocking arrow from behind.

On Sishang's side, Xiandeng, who was dressed relatively the most gorgeously, was in charge of holding the battle. He didn't change his clothes, but with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood on his body, he washed his face and each held a gun.

The Supervision Department has selected some excellent guards, as well as some people with high skills and loyal beliefs, as attendants to deal with emergencies. They need to follow Liuzhi and others to prevent the opposite party from suddenly violently injuring others.

The volunteers under the city also lined up, waiting quietly.

In order to prevent accidents, both sides also sent people to the opposite side to check. At this time, it is an insult to search the body easily, and carrying a sword is also a status symbol of the nobles and above, and the sword naturally does not need to be checked.

What needs to be checked is mainly dangerous goods after the appearance of gunpowder, including small crossbows and the like.

Liuzhi is not afraid of any accidents. He has learned swords from Gongzaoye, Luo Xiaoli and others in his early years. His skills may not be as good, but those who taught him swordsmanship are all top swordsmen in the world at this time. Kill his masters at close quarters.

Although the Mohist representatives of the legion are familiar with the opinions of a hundred schools of thought, they are not weak people. They were also killed from the mountain of corpses in the sea of ​​blood. In the early years, they also took revenge for others and took a lot of lives.

The imperial father Yueling on the opposite side really didn't have such thoughts, he hoped that he would leave with the most elegant status of aristocrat at the last moment of his life, and he felt that it was against the righteousness of aristocrats to specialize in assassinating kings.

Anyway, he was going to die, and if he took the opportunity to assassinate him before he died, that would be bad, and it would also affect his plan.

The whole afternoon, he was contemplating his speech, which was to be a martyred nobleman in front of the envoys from all over the world, so that when the world remembered him in the future, he would think he was a failed hero.

The few people who followed behind were all determined to die in martyrdom, and they had already put life and death aside.

Now that life and death have been disregarded, the appearance of Sishang's army in his eyes is no different from that of clouds and sunsets or even dead bodies in gunpowder smoke.

There were not many guards behind them. When the time came, the emperor's father Yueling held his head high and walked towards the center of the city wall with the most stable steps, as if he was on the day of his coming of age ceremony.

The high head swept across the Mozhe opposite, and sneered in his heart.

Six fingers are nothing more than the untouchables of Shangqiu; the Mohist representative of the legion around him was just a chivalrous man who killed and fled before.

Except for some accessories representing military rank, he was dressed in short brown and had no airs.

The emperor's father Yueling took a deep breath, thinking that when he was young, his father held great power, and at that time Kai Zhishi was still a small person, who could be crushed to death with just one finger.

In just 20 years, the little people in the early years could push themselves to this point.

The man was about to die, but the emperor's father Yueling didn't have much regret. He felt that he was already an unparalleled talent in the world. If the Mo family didn't survive, he might really restore the glory of Yin and Shang. It can be seen.

"It's not my failure for someone like me to die in front of a group of untouchables, it's God who wants to kill me."

Sighing in my heart, I walked silently near the center line of the city wall.

The imperial father Yueling was still [-] steps away from the Mohist figures on the opposite side, and there were envoys from various countries standing side by side with those Mohist figures. The imperial father Yueling did not salute the Mohist people, but was waiting for the envoys of the opposite princes to salute himself.

After all, he was regarded as a minister, not a doctor, but more than a scholar.

After standing still, he began his impassioned rhetoric, from the rules of the world to the etiquette and righteousness, from the order of dignity to the chaos of the world.

At the end, he looked up to the sky and screamed: "The vastness of the sky is not good. It is not good. It is famine and cuts down the four kingdoms. The sky is powerful and powerful, and it does not worry about Futu. Shebi is guilty, and it is innocent. The Mohist tyranny is in chaos. The world, to make equality and reverse the universe, will not last long, and will eventually perish! If equality is really the will of heaven, then let this Haotian also perish!"

"I die today to tell the world that there are still people who are loyal and loyal to the world, there are still people who are not subdued by the Mohism, and there are still people who dare to defend the world's system!"

"Even the heavens can't judge me for my crimes, let alone you lowly people?"

After he drank, he was about to kill himself, but a familiar voice came from his ear.

Cold and ruthless.

"This is beyond your control. You will be judged by the people you killed!"

The emperor's father Yueling only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and knew that his arm was being held by the familiar person beside him, so he scolded without turning his head: "Traitor of the lord!"

The scholar who suggested that he take this opportunity to scold the Mohist twisted his arm and said calmly: "I am loyal to God, ghosts and gods, and the people are the gods. .I have never betrayed, what kind of thing are you, and why should you be my master?"

In a flash, he kicked down the emperor's father Yueling, stepped on his waist and eyes, and strangled the emperor's father Yueling's mouth with a belt.

He took off his scholar's crown, and carefully took out a piece of hard paper that had been hidden for a long time, with numbers and names written on it, and had hardly been shown since the moment he got it.

(End of this chapter)