More and more Han troops attacked the head of Rongqiu City, and the soldiers of the Long army could not resist it, and the Rongqiu defense line was beaten to a thousand holes, and the whole line collapsed.

Wang Jie carried a long knife and led dozens of guards to rush forward to a group of Han troops.

These guards, all armed with swords, strong in martial arts and rich in experience, followed Wang Jie and rushed into the crowd of the Han army, like a tiger entering a flock.

Wang Jie slashed and killed the surrounding Han army, and he simply opened a bloody path among the Han army.

Then he turned back and fought back with his sword.

There were countless corpses and wounded of the Han soldiers who fell around him.

Wang Jie was brave, and the guards under his command also fought bloodily, and the people relied on a momentum to completely defeat the Han army of hundreds of people.

Before Wang Jie and the others could take a breath, more than 200 Han soldiers rushed over.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh - before anyone arrived, the arrows of the Han army swept in first, and a guard rushed to Wang Jie's side, waving his sword with both hands to block the arrows for Wang Jiege.

With a series of muffled sounds, the guard, with more than a dozen arrows in his body, fell to the ground.

As soon as he fell, two more guards stepped up to him, still swinging their swords and striking arrows.

After the Han army's arrows were fired, the two guards were also hit by several arrows and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Wang Jie roared angrily and rushed forward with his knife.

The spear that stabbed in the face was dodged sideways by Wang Jie, and the knife he returned was slashing at the shoulder of the Han soldier opposite.

The Han soldier screamed and fell to the ground in a pool of blood, Wang Jie took a long knife and rushed forward, poof, the blade stabbed into the chest of a Han soldier, who fell to the ground on his back.

Wang Jie, with the remaining more than 30 guards, repelled this group of Han troops again.

However, after the battle, there were only about 20 guards left around him.

There was no time to rest, a group of Han troops retreated, and before and after them, two more groups of Han troops came, and the number of the two groups of Han troops was quite large, both of them numbered in the hundreds.

Looking at the Han army surging like a tide, Wang Jie's eyes were red, he roared, and rushed forward again with his sword.

He cut down more than a dozen Han soldiers in one breath in a row, but his body was also pierced by the spear of the Han army with two blood holes, and a few bloody holes were also picked open.

Wang Jie was physically exhausted, staggered back, and the surrounding Han troops saw that there was an opportunity, and they swarmed up, halberds and spears, and stabbed Wang Jie around the body.

One of the guards roared violently, and the crunch sound of clanging on top of the sword was continuous.

After the guards blocked the attack of the Han army, only one of them did not pay attention, and was hooked by a halberd under his feet, and he couldn't stand, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Almost at the same time, a Han soldier's spear pierced his shoulder.

The guard grunted in pain, slashed his sword upwards, slicing the spear, and then swept forward with his sword.

Sand! The blade of the sword slashed through the belly of the Han army on the opposite side, and the red and white flowed out together.

The guard pulled out the half-cut spear that was stuck in his shoulder and struggled to get up from the ground.

In front of him, to the right and left, several spears and halberds were stabbed at once.

He let out a roar, and swung the horse-cutting sword in his hand with all his might, and with a click, three spears and a halberd were cut off by his horse-cutting sword, but two spears and three halberds pierced his body fiercely, piercing his stomach in several places.

The guard's figure, which had just stood up, knelt on the ground again.

Blood flowed down the bloody hole in his waist and abdomen, gurgling out, staining the ground red, until he died, his body was kneeling on the ground, his hands still holding the sword of the horse, and he did not fall.

And that's just the tip of the battle.

Wang Jie and the more than 20 guards around him were forced by the Han army to retreat in front of an arrow battlement.

Wang Jie jumped onto the arrow stack, swung his long knife downward, and cut off the halberd spears that stabbed him one after another.

"Wang Jie! Are you going to keep fighting now? ”

At this time, there was a sudden shouting from the city.

Wang Jie turned his head and looked at the city, only to see a young man in black casual clothes, standing under the city with his hands behind his back, and all around him were guards with red tassels on their heads and silver helmets and silver armor.

He gasped and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Liu Xiu!"

This young man in Xuanyi is none other than Liu Xiu.

He raised his head to look at Wang Jie, who was standing on the arrow stack, and said: "Wang Jie, Rongqiu has been broken, and if you resist any longer, it will be useless, only to increase the casualties of the two armies." ”

Hearing that the young man in Xuanyi under the city was Liu Xiu, Wang Jie's bloodshot eyes flashed with light, and he said in a condensed voice: "Liu Xiu, I, Wang Jie, will definitely not surrender!" I just hate that I'm incompetent, and I haven't been able to take off your head! ”

Liu Xiu narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly: "My Han army soldiers obey orders, capture Wang Jie alive, don't hurt his life!" ”

The famous general of Xiliang has already lost one Yang Guang, and Liu Xiu does not want to lose another Wang Jie.

Wang Jie listened to Liu Xiu's words, and suddenly laughed, he raised his head, looked around, on the head of the city, there were few soldiers left, as far as the eye could see, all of them were Han soldiers and Han generals, crowded with people, and they couldn't tell the number.

He was like a mirror in his heart, Rongqiu really couldn't hold it, and the remaining soldiers on his side no longer had the strength to fight, thinking of this, Wang Jie felt sad in his heart.

Back then, these brothers, following the king, fought in the south and north of Liangzhou, laid the foundation of Liangzhou, ate meat, drank wine, conquered the battlefield, and lived and died together, how happy it was! And today, he is going to die in the small town of Rongqiu...... Thinking of this, Wang Jie couldn't help but burst into tears, so on! You can meet Chunqing (Yang Guang) in Jiuquan, and drink and talk happily under Jiuquan.

Thinking of this, Wang Jie picked up the long knife in his hand, and as soon as his palm was loosened, the long knife flew out of his hand, swirling in the air, and flew to the city.

"Your Majesty, be careful—" Long Yuan and the others were about to pull Liu Xiu back, but the latter waved his hand and stood in place, motionless.

Click! The long knife that fell from the sky was nailed to the ground in front of Liu Xiu, and the distance between him and him was not even two meters.

Wang Jie, who was standing on the arrow stack, took out his saber and put it across his neck, he shouted at Liu Xiu under the city: "The Han army attacked Rongqiu, and there were more than 10,000 casualties, and my Wang Jie came to pay for their lives!" Liu Xiu, if you still have good thoughts in your heart, let me go and give them a way to live! ”

Liu Xiu raised his hand and said, "Wang ......" As soon as his words came out, Wang Jie wiped the sword in his hand horizontally, and when he heard the sound of sand, the blade of the sword cut his throat, and a bloody arrow spurted out.

High in the sky, it seems that a bright red flower blooms.

Wang Jie's body fell straight down from the arrow stack.

With a pop, he fell to the bottom of the city.

In this situation, the soldiers of the Han army outside the city were also moved.

Many soldiers, looking at Wang Jie's corpse, spontaneously bowed their hands to show respect.

When Yang Guang died in battle, Liu Xiu had no excitement in his heart, and now that Wang Jie committed suicide, Liu Xiu felt even more sad in his heart.

This is a fratricidal war between the Han and the Han people, fighting back and forth, all the Han people died, and in the end it was the famous Han generals who were iron-clad.

Liu Xiu walked up to Wang Jie's corpse, looked at it for a while, he slowly squatted down, and at the same time untied the cloak behind his back and covered Wang Jie's corpse.

Then, he walked towards the city gate, at this time, the city gate had been opened by the Han army, Liu Xiu passed through the city gate, walked into the city, and walked towards the city.

Wang Jie died, but instead of giving up the battle, the soldiers of the Long Army under his command fought more fiercely.

There is only one thought left in people's minds, that is, to follow the general and go to Huangquan together.

Whether it was injured or uninjured, the soldiers of the Long army risked their lives to fight with the Han army, and some people couldn't even stand up, crawling on the ground, and holding a sword in one hand, they slashed at the feet and legs of the Han army.

The two dozen or so guards around Wang Jie were even more bent on dying in battle and following his general.

A guard with a sword in both hands rushed into the crowd of Han soldiers, slashing and slashing in all directions.

The surrounding Han soldiers did not confront him, and retreated one after another.

The guard roared as if he had gone mad, and continued to charge towards the Han crowd with his sword in hand.

He had just approached the crowd of the Han army, and suddenly, the crowd in front of him separated to the left and right, and Liu Xiu walked out of the crowd quickly.

The guard didn't think about it, and slashed at Liu Xiu with a sword.

Liu Xiu didn't dodge or block, but just kicked the other party in the chest with a kick from below.

The other party was in front with his sword, and Liu Xiu's foot was behind, but Liu Xiu's foot was on his chest first.

The guard snorted and flew upside down.

Fell more than two meters away, fell to the ground on his back.

Liu Xiu drew a saber from under the Han army on the side, and then walked towards the guard with the sword in his hand.

Seeing this, the rest of the guards stepped forward one after another, and the guards who were kicked by Liu Xiu got up from the ground, stopped their companions, and roared angrily: "Let me come!" ”

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, held his sword and walked towards Liu Xiu, and the sword was swung out again, slashing at Liu Xiu's neck.

Liu Xiu only waved his sword outward, and when he was long, the sword flicked away, and then he returned a sword and slapped it on the top of the guard's head.

Boom! At this moment, the guard's head buzzed, and a large cloud of gold stars appeared in front of him.

The sword fell to the ground, and the guard held his head in both hands, blood gurgling down his fingers.

This is also thanks to Liu Xiu's slapping with the sword surface, not slashing with the blade, otherwise, how could he still die?

Liu Xiu didn't give him a chance to breathe, and there was another kick below, kicking the guard to the ground, and then he stepped forward, picked up the saber in his hand, and crackled the whip.

With each sword, he slammed the sword at the guard's body, beating the guard to the point where he held his head, rolling all over the ground, and screaming again and again.

After beating more than ten swords in a row, Liu Xiu finally stopped, he slammed the sword in his hand to the ground, and said: "They are both Han people, killing each other, fratricidal and fratricidal, how many people have been killed in battle to this day?"

But you can't wait enough, how many people do you want to die? ”

Hearing Liu Xiu's words, the guards with red eyes who wanted to come forward to help stopped one after another and lowered their heads with sad faces.

The bloodied guard, who had been beaten and covered in blood, also stopped rolling on the ground, and he fell to his knees with a trembling kneel, facing out of the city, and whimpering and crying.

Liu Xiu took two breaths, suddenly raised his hand, pointed at the guards opposite, and asked angrily: "How many of your ancestors were inspired by the previous emperors of the Han family to migrate to the frontier, resist the barbarians, and guard the territory of the Han Dynasty?"

What you are doing today, can you be worthy of your ancestors, can you be worthy of your ancestors? ”

The guards, as well as the remaining soldiers of the Long Army nearby, heard Liu Xiu's questioning, some of them lowered their heads, and some couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice.

Liu Xiu sighed, and said quietly: "If you don't fight, don't fight anymore, go home, there are too many people who have died in Liangzhou." ”

The successive falls of Yang Guang and Wang Jie made Liu Xiu more and more tired of the war, and now, he really didn't want to fight anymore, and he really didn't want to see thousands of people die in front of him.

The fighting gradually stopped on the head of the city, where the enemy and the enemy were mixed, and the scene was silent, and there was no one who threw away the weapons in their hands first.

Next, the soldiers of the Long army threw away their weapons one after another, knelt on the ground, disarmed and surrendered.

It is said that after becoming the Son of Heaven, his heart will become harder and harder, but Liu Xiu is not like this, his heart is becoming softer and softer.

Before becoming emperor, Liu Xiu also killed prisoners, because at that time, captives were meaningless to him.

But after becoming emperor, Liu Xiu did not do this again, because for him, captives were also his people.

He is the son of heaven of the great man.