"Do you really want to kill them all?" Wang Da grabbed half a roast leg of lamb again, not to mention, it does have a unique flavor when it is roasted with sugar water, the surface is crispy, but the inside is still very tender.

"Surround three queyi, this is what the art of war says." Hong Tao threw the leftover bones at Wang Da, it was too annoying, this half of the leg of mutton was his goal, he just said that the heat was ready, but his hand was slow.

"Wai Sanque and one ......" Wang Da left, and Wang Hou was confused. There is no door in the north, and there is a Mao meaning in the Que Bu Que, and the Que in the Art of War does not mean this.

"There's a door to the south!" Hong Tao pointed in the direction of Yingli City.

"The south gate is the wharf, how can it be que?" Wang Hou still doesn't understand, you still have no way to escape after a long time, don't you still have to play with your life.

"The waterway is also the road, and it is the height of summer, and it is not cold even at night. Since it's an escape, don't pick and choose, this official can't always prepare a carriage and horses to wait. ”

Hong Tao is brushing the other half of the leg of lamb with sugar water, this job is relatively rough to do, often mixed with brushes with different sauces, and the result is a baked taste, mixed type.

“…… Your Excellency doesn't mean to slaughter the city! "Wang Hou may be dull in political matters, but he is not confused about military issues at all, and no matter how tactful Hong Tao is, he can hear the strong smell of blood.

There were many taboos in ancient warfare, one of which was the slaughter of cities. Regardless of the purpose, once the person in command of the army does such a thing, he will be regarded as an ominous person, and even if he is victorious in the end, there will be no good fruit to eat afterwards, and whoever remembers it will blame him for it.

"Are there any relatives and friends of Brother Wang in the city?" Seeing that he couldn't pretend to be stupid, Hong Tao began to play tricks and personal attacks again.

"It's ominous to kill prisoners, I hope you will think twice!" Wang Hou is no stranger to this kind of talk, gritted his teeth and skipped it, and continued to persuade.

"Then what should I do with it according to Brother Wang's wishes?" Hong Tao simply handed over the barbecue work to Baga, intending to listen to the advice.

“…… can be escorted back to Liangzhou by the militia and sold to the pioneers, presumably it will be a large amount of income! "This problem makes Wang Hou Haosheng embarrassed, take prisoners, let's not talk about where to escort him, food alone can't be supplied.

The new army will definitely not give the sweet rice candy to the captives, and the forbidden army will not eat it. The militia will definitely not give the canned meat and fried rice to the captives in vain, and they don't care about the life or death of outsiders, they are more vicious than wolves.

How can you satisfy both the new army and the militia? Or if you are close to Zhu and close to the ink and black, Wang Hou has been in Ganliang Road for so many years, and he doesn't want to learn and is contaminated with copper smell, and when he thinks about problems, he always can't help but put his interests in the first few places.

"Clever and clever! Just according to Brother Wang! When fifty-six comes back, let him take someone to the river to catch the water drift, and if he catches it, it will be sold for all! Hong Tao patted his thigh, and he picked up two thumbs to give high praise to this suggestion.

Wang Hou didn't even continue to eat the barbecue and returned to the camp, he knew that he was fooled again, King Liang didn't plan to slaughter the city at all, but the black cauldron that captured the enemy and sold them as slaves was deducted on his head.

This reputation is not much better than the slaughter of the city, and it is very likely to spread, maybe it will be published in the newspaper, and his reputation in this life will be ruined.

As for King Liang's intention to pit himself in circles, Wang Hou felt that he had also thought it through, when outsiders felt that they were acting in the same style as King Liang, they had no choice, so they could only follow him, and they didn't even have the opportunity to be a grass on the wall.

But whether he should support King Liang and King Qi or not, he really can't figure it out at the moment. This topic is so big that one wrong step will leave a stench for 10,000 years, and the family will be ruined.

"This man is indecisive and of little use to the master." Not to mention that Wang Hou understood, even Baga had gained something, gave an evaluation at Wang Hou's back, and then made a movement to wipe his neck.

"If you dare to put the brush indiscriminately, this king will shoot you first!" Baga's evaluation has no effect on Hong Tao, a master who can't even understand his own national politics, and he still has the face to talk about it.

However, Wang Hou guessed correctly, he really didn't plan to slaughter the city, not because he didn't want to, but because he was reluctant, it was too bullet-consuming. But Wang Hou didn't guess all right, many people in the city still had to die, either killed or drowned.

The notoriety of the slaughter of the city had to spread to Xingqing Province through the Tangut people who had escaped by chance, which was also a psychological offensive. If you don't surrender, you will slaughter the city, I dare not say that it can scare all the party nobles, as long as you can scare a few soft, it will be gained, and the loss of reputation paid for this is really not worth mentioning.

The offensive of the new army is closely related to lunch, and in the morning it is as weak as not eating, and in the afternoon it is like a big opening and closing when it is full.

With the collapse of the city wall on the west side, the field cannon that had been bathing in the sun for a long time finally woke up, spitting out a tongue of fire more than one meter long, pushing the harmful black ball far away, and throwing it wherever there are many people at the head of the city, the city gate, and the street.

The defenders were unable to cope with the muskets alone, and the artillery was even more at a loss, especially after a large number of officers were killed by snipers standing on the walls, and even an effective resistance could not be organized. Either huddle in a corner and shiver, or try to find a way out.

The west and east of the city will definitely not work, the two city gates on the east side and the hundreds of meters of streets inside the gates have been filled with dead people, and now even if they put a knife on the soldier's neck, they cannot find even a death squad willing to come within 100 meters of the city gate, and even caused several mutinies.

The gates of the inner city are now all closed, and more than 30,000 reinforcements can neither get out nor enter, and the only way out is to rush to the south gate. Even if it's a dead end, but there's nothing that can break people into two parts, and dying a minute late is sometimes happiness.

There are always smart people, and some soldiers feel that the northern city should be relatively safer, so they find all kinds of ropes and cloth strips tied to the battlements and climb down.

If there are no horses, there will be no more, in fact, they don't want to run at all, and if they enter the desert without being chased and killed, they just want to find a way to live, including surrender.

This time they really made the right choice, all the Western Xia soldiers who climbed down from the northern city were captured by the militia, tied up, and escorted to the bank of the Yellow River in the west of the city to gather. Sitting here can see the scene of the pier outside the South Gate, and then a stronger sense of happiness will rise in your heart.

There was almost no place to stand outside the south gate, but there was still a flow of people pouring out. The few boats that had been staying at the dock could now only see parts of their hulls or masts, which were occupied by the first soldiers who ran out, and as soon as they left the riverbank, they were shelled, and none of them escaped.

Some of the drowning people escaped, carrying broken wood and the like and being swept westward by the current. But if you don't go too far, you will be shot by a gun from the shore, and usually only struggle on the surface for a few seconds before disappearing.

In the evening, the south gate of the inner city was opened, and the defenders inside rushed to the river, where there was no place to stay, and those who were too close to the river would be squeezed down, and those who were weak or wounded would be trampled to death by the crowd.

But no matter how much they shouted in front, the crowd behind them rushed out like crazy. They can't be blamed for this, those new troops in fancy clothes have occupied the inner city walls, and are shooting people in the city one by one on them, and if they run slowly, they will die!

Before it was completely dark, the south gate of the outer city was closed from the inside, and the narrow wharf and tidal flats in the south of the city became a temporary camp for at least 40,000 people. Behind them, on the left, on the right, there were tall walls, which had been used to defend against the enemy, but now became a prison for their own people.

The front is even more sinister, the surging Yellow River is swirling through, and some people simply pick up the plank and jump in, intending to take advantage of the night to go downstream, and whether they live or die will be left to the sky. But most people don't have the guts, or can't swim at all, so they can only continue to huddle on the shore and wait for fate to come.

"At this time, they have not committed suicide and martyrdom, and it seems that there are few bloody people in the party. Do you know how to torture people? It's just not to attack, not to shoot, and let them figure out their fate tomorrow. The more I think about it, the more scared I become, and the more I think about it, the more I regret it. ”

Before dark, Hong Tao climbed the tower of the outer city, which was higher than the innermost layer of the city wall, and with a telescope, he could clearly see the figure flickering.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, let alone fire, and it seemed that the suicide and martyrdom in the book review could not be counted on, and I had to say a few cool words before going back to sleep.