For a while, all the generals in the hall were in high spirits, and they all suddenly had hope.

At this time, Zhao Yun said: "The Xianbei people are capricious, His Majesty sent an envoy to go before, they had promised to send troops to attack the border of Youhe and contain the Wei army, and until now they have not sent a single soldier, how can they easily lead the army to save us." ”

Liu Bei's face darkened again, and his eyes looked at Sima Yi.

Sima Yi said proudly: "It is precisely because of this that the minister will personally go out and go to the Xianbei territory to persuade them to send troops." ”

Liu Bei's spirits were greatly lifted, he walked down the stairs in a few steps, and clenched Sima Yi's hands, "Zhongda, if you can succeed this time, it will be a great work to recreate the Great Han, but this is a long way to go, and you have to cross the desert, I am only worried that something will happen to you." ”

Sima Yi said angrily: "Thank you for Your Majesty's concern, the minister's death is related to the survival of the Han Dynasty, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, the minister has to take a trip, otherwise how can he repay His Majesty's kindness to the minister!" ”

These words moved Liu Bei to tears, and he couldn't help patting Sima Yi's shoulder, and choked up: "My Han can have a loyal minister like Zhongda, it is really the blessing of my Han and the blessing of the people of the world." ”

As he spoke, Liu Bei bowed deeply to him: "Zhongda, the ancestors of the Han Dynasty and the ancestors of the Han Dynasty, thank you on behalf of the people of the world." ”

Sima Yi also bowed down hurriedly, and said in fear: "Your Majesty is really tormenting the minister, this is the responsibility of the minister, of course the minister must be duty-bound!" ”

Liu Bei showed a satisfied smile on his face, and his gloomy and depressed mood also disappeared, and he couldn't help laughing.

In order to persuade the Xianbei people to come to the rescue as soon as possible, Liu Bei sent a thousand elite soldiers that night to escort Sima Yi to Juyanhai.

Late at night, the north gate of Zhaowu City.

Liu Bei and the remnants of the Han Dynasty's military generals gathered at the north gate to see off Sima Yi.

Liu Bei personally poured a glass of wine, sent it to Sima Yi, and said solemnly: "Zhongda, the life and death of the Han Dynasty is all on you, come, drink this cup, I wish you a smooth journey." ”

"The minister will live up to His Majesty's trust, please Your Majesty must stick to it and wait until the minister returns." Sima Yi raised his glass and said impassionedly.

The two of them raised their heads and poured the wine down.

Sima Yi didn't say anything more, and immediately got off the city and turned over on his horse.

The city gate was opened, the drawbridge was lowered, and Sima Yi was escorted out of the city gate by a thousand Han troops, and quietly went to the north under the cover of night.

Liu Bei stood at the head of the city, waving goodbye to Sima Yi who was far away, his eyes surging with deep expectations.

In a short time, a thousand men and horses left the city and disappeared into the night.

Sima Yi looked back at Zhaowu City, looking at the city that was gradually hidden in the darkness, the corners of his mouth raised a playful color, but he sighed: "Liu Bei, you are so self-cherishing, who made you not the destiny of heaven, I, Sima Yi, have a deep hatred of blood, I have to kill the Su thief, I can only abandon you and go......"

With a sigh, Sima Yi turned his head and rode his horse and whipped, no longer hesitating.

……

After Sima Yi left, Liu Bei and his 20,000 soldiers could only shrink in Zhaowu City and did not dare to show their heads.

The offensive of the Wei army began.

Su Zhe's army of 70,000 descended to the southeast of Zhaowu City, set up barriers, and formed a semi-encirclement of the enemy city.

Su Zhe did not attack immediately, on the one hand, he wrote a surrender letter, shot arrows into the city, and induced the Han army in the city to surrender, so as to break Zhaowu City without a fight.

On the other hand, Su Zhe transferred Ma Jun to come and led hundreds of craftsmen to make the divine thunder cannon day and night.

Zhaowu City is located in a remote place in Liangzhou, and a large number of materials needed to build the Divine Thunder Cannon are the same as grain and grass, and they have to be sent to the front line from the rear.

Su Zhe was not in a hurry at all, anyway, Liu Bei was at the end of his rope, and he was not in a hurry to kill him, he just drank a little wine and waited for the divine thunder cannon to be built.

Su Zhe's life was good, but Liu Bei's life was more bitter.

Of the four counties in Liangbei, Wuwei County is relatively rich, and there are barely a lot of grain fields that can supply him with grain and grass, and the counties further north they are, the more barren they are.

Now that Wuwei County has fallen, Liu Bei can only rely on Zhangye, Jiuquan and Dunhuang counties to feed him more than 20,000 soldiers and horses, and the pressure can be imagined.

In desperation, Liu Bei could only cut back on food and clothing, strictly control the daily military ration for himself, and pinned his hopes on the arrival of Xianbei reinforcements.

The Han soldiers were already low, and now that the rations have been reduced, their morale has fallen to the bottom, and the people are panicked all day long.

In the face of such an unfavorable situation, Liu Bei is living like a year, but he is helpless.

Despite the news from outside the Yumen Pass, Jiang Wei and Chen Tai's gang of young generals had achieved good results in the war to conquer the Western Regions, successfully conquering several so-called "big countries" on the Tianshan North Road, and laying a world for the Han court in the Western Regions.

As a last resort, Liu Bei could indeed flee to the Western Regions.

Liu Bei really didn't want to see that day.

Thinking that he was the emperor of the Han Dynasty, but there was no place in the Central Plains, he was forced to flee to a foreign land outside Zhongzhou to survive and steal his life, throughout the ages, he was the only one, such a great shame, Liu Bei was really unbearable.

What's more, how can the ghost place of eating sand in the Western Regions be as comfortable as the Central Plains, and at Liu Bei's age, he really doesn't want to go so far to endure hardship.

Therefore, Liu Bei still held on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that he could hold Zhaowu City, wait for reinforcements from the Xianbei people, and repel the offensive of the Wei army, so that he did not have to flee to the Western Regions to eat sand.

Even if he can't recapture Longxi or Guanzhong, he is willing to let him take the counties of Liangbei.

Liu Bei was in this torment for ten days.

Ten days later, at dusk, Liu Bei, who was drinking sullen wine in the county government, received an urgent report from Guan Yu at the head of the city, shattering his dream:

70,000 Wei troops have been assembled outside the city, nearly 300 divine thunder cannons are being pushed into battle, and the Wei army, which has been silent for many days, is finally about to launch a fatal blow to Zhaowu City!

Liu Bei's heart was cold, so he could only put down his wine glass, hurriedly draped it, and rushed to the east gate of Zhaowu City.

Outside the city.

The battle flag is like a wave, flipped and flying, and countless swords, guns, swords, halberds, reflecting a terrifying cold light.

In the east of the city, tens of thousands of Wei troops, like black clouds, covered the city in front of the city, with no end in sight.

Under the banner of the "Wei" emperor, Su Zhe sat on his crotch and leaned on the heavenly sword, and his cold gaze was looking at the direction of the city from afar.

With the Divine Thunder Cannon finished built and the food and grass gathered enough, there was no reason why he couldn't launch a devastating attack.

He looked past the soldiers and looked at the front military formation, only to see a huge divine thunder cannon, being dragged into front of the battle under the traction of mules and horses, and lined up into dense cannons.

Three hundred divine thunder cannons, densely spread in front of the east gate of the enemy city less than 200 steps, will open the way for the Wei army to break the city first.

At the head of the city, the 20,000 Han army was already frightened and nervous, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and other generals were all sweating, and their faces were gloomy as iron.

When Liu Bei hurried to the head of the city and looked out, he couldn't help but gasp.

The overwhelming Wei army formation, the mighty and slaughtering divine thunder artillery array, crashed into Liu Bei's eye socket in an instant, making him feel dizzy.

In his mind, the nightmare of being bombarded by the divine thunder cannon immediately appeared in Yuzhong City.

That terrible memory, even in a dream, woke him up several times.

Now, seeing that he was going to experience the same nightmare again, Liu Bei's palms broke out in cold sweat, and his legs were faintly weak.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Yun beside him supported Liu Bei and said in a low voice: "The soldiers are all looking at Your Majesty, if Your Majesty is afraid, this battle will not be able to be fought." ”

Liu Bei's heart was shocked, he took a few breaths, tried his best to calm down the panicked mood, straightened up, and pretended to stand proudly at the head of the city, trying to maintain the majesty and fearlessness of his emperor.

He cleared his throat, pulled out his double-stranded sword, and shouted: "Warriors of the Great Han, we have been humiliated by the enemy enough, today, we must not lose again, I want you to show your courage, fight side by side with me, and defend Zhaowu City to the death!" ”