The Cangzhou Army asked Wang Yuan where he was under the city.

The city was silent for a moment and shouted, "Wang Yuan did not obey military orders and was raising an army. How can the country's laws and military disciplines be underestimated? This pacifier has written a letter to impeach him. The court will definitely not let him go." The two meanings of this passage are, first, the responsibility for surrounding Cangzhou was ruling Wang Yuan, and second, emphasizing that Zhang Yiqian was the pacifier, who could impeach Wang Yuan and others, and threaten Yan Geng.

Hu Yangeng rode his horse and hugged him to the front of the suspension bridge: "What do you mean by comforting the Lord?"

"My Lord Fu asked you: Why did you get slandered by villains when you reach this point? What misunderstandings are there? Your family can tell you clearly. Why do you have to fight? If you don't get any advantage, outsiders will seek refuge."

"I call Yan Geng, and I am dedicated to serving the country. I treat the court as my father, and I hold rituals like my sons and nephews. Whenever the court is sent, friendly troops are in danger, save Zhaozhou, save Daming, take Pingzhou, seize Xiongzhou, and redeem the state. All the swords and mountains and seas of fire will go to death and live. We must be respectful to the adults. Do you respect the adults? No! I respect the imperial court."

Hu Yangeng raised the whip, pointed it at the sky, and said passionately: "What I respect is the Lord representing my Song Dynasty. But Lord, the Lord, the communication between Wanyan Da was lazy; let Wang Yuan stab the sword in the back? Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart. Since he has the intention of rebelling, he secretly communicates with the Tartars and is not loyal to our emperor and Song Dynasty. He is not a minister of our emperor and Song Dynasty, but a traitor in the Han Dynasty, and people can punish him!"

Hu Yangeng did not confirm whether Zhang Yiqian had colluded with Wanyan Dalan, but at this time, it was enough to shout it out. Zhang Yiqian could only bear it, and the more he debated, the darker he became. Sure enough, as soon as Hu Yangeng said, the defenders on the city were rioting.

Dong Yi, the prefect of Hejian, shouted loudly, saying, "There are tens of thousands of defenders in my city, with enough food and elite soldiers; there is also a court as a supporter, saying that he secretly communicates with the Tartars? Don't be slandered, you can just make trouble with only ten thousand people? Retreat quickly, remembering your past achievements, Zhang Fuyuan will tell you so that you can't die."

Hu Yan sighed and said, "Please don't be quibbling; how do you treat me Hu Yangeng and I Hejian soldiers, vividly remember. If you still have the idea of ​​being loyal to the court, open the city gate and apologize for guilt; although I am humble, I am willing to use my life to guarantee the court, beg for the court, and only one person will not be executed."

After a while, there was nothing to say at the top of the city, the flag was rustling, and Hu Yangeng said again: "This time I will only settle accounts with the traitor Zhang Yiqian, and the rest of the soldiers will be innocent."

There was a panic in the city, and the voice of the officers in the city vaguely heard: "He refused to forgive even comfort, how could he forgive you and others?"

The Cangzhou army under the city organized a while and shouted in unison: "If you only take Zhang Yiqian, the rest will not be guilty."

It was late at night, and the north wind was blowing. The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, showing a bright moon. The cold moonlight was about to fall, reflecting the city above and below, like daytime. The distant mountains were vast and the water was covered with water.

This was the third day of the siege. Hu Yangeng did not order the army to attack. He had expectations for more than 10,000 soldiers and more than 100,000 people in Hejian Prefecture City. Although Hao Siwen repeatedly told him that since there was an internal strife, he would have to settle it as soon as possible.

In the quiet camp, a burst of rapid footsteps came.

"Password!"

"Houma."

Hu Yangeng put down his pen and raised his head.

"Letters come from the city."

Three days, thirty-six hours, every quarter of an hour, someone freezes to death. Xue hugged Lan Pass and the horses were not moving forward. How could Hu Yangeng not know the dangers of the attack under the snow? What he relies on is not the bravery of the generals and the soldiers who can tolerate it; what he relies on is this letter from the city, this letter from the city that was late.

Fan Rui was originally a god-like man pretending to be a ghost on the ground in Hebei. After being taken as a disciple by Gongsun Sheng, he was sent to the Hejian military camp.

When Hu Yangeng and Gongsun Sheng agreed to let Gongsun Sheng go south, they only cleared the Longhu Mountain believers in their army, and Fan Rui stayed in the Hejian defenders.

After Hu Yangeng returned to Cangzhou this time, he decided to incorporate the Longhu Mountain Sect into the system and immediately sent someone to contact Gongsun Sheng.

Gongsun Sheng knew very well that this was related to whether it could develop under Huyan Geng's rule in the future, and that the believers secretly brought a letter to Fan Rui in Hejian Prefecture City, "The rise and fall of the sect will be here."

Hu Yangeng took the arrow book and opened it to watch. There were only a few numbers on it. He whispered: "Three updates, the fire broke out, and the door was snatched." He suddenly looked up and listened to the bulging outside the tent, "When is it?"

"Three hours of Hai."

"The order was sent, and the regiments gathered urgently. Send people to inform Lu Zhishen of the small hill in the city corner to prepare for the four cities to attack at the same time."

Hu Yangeng did not place his hope on Fan Rui. If Fan Rui could seize the gate and let the Cangzhou army enter safely, that would be the best, but if Fan Rui had changed his mind and had a trap with Zhang Yiqian, it wouldn't matter, he would still compete for the city from all directions.

The wind outside the tent violently tilted the cowhide tent and made a thrilling sound. The torches inserted into the two walls of the tent, the fire floated, floating on the face of the general Hao Siwen, and the weather on the armor was uncertain. Hu Yangeng spread his arms and stood up: "Hand on the armor."

Put on the cloak, hide your eyebrows, hide your forehead, and lower your ears and neck. Put on the armor, and the armor pieces are connected like fish scales, colliding together, making a sound. The cloak is tied, and Hu Yangeng takes the silver mace and is behind his back. The bow and arrow are hanging outside, and the sword is on his waist. Hu Yangeng checks and nods with satisfaction.

"Exit the account."

Lu Zhishen, Xiong Dabai, Guan Liyuan, and Yang Kefa, officers who participated in the night attack received temporary military orders, and the commanders and above arrived one after another.

In the moonlight, they lined up in two neat teams, standing in the snow of the moon. They cleverly guessed that the general attack was about to take place, and the slow ones knew that there was a war. Without exception, everyone's eyes were eager, and the armor and weapons reflected a severe cold light.

Seeing the fire in the east gate, the city was attacked at the same time, without distinguishing who should be inside, and those who do not surrender were killed.

If Fan Rui is a real inner supporter, he would take Gongsun Sheng's favor. If he was a trap, the Hejian defenders would relax because of the success of the plan, or to release some of the Cangzhou army to the city in order to successfully lure the enemy.

More than a dozen officers outside the tent obeyed the orders with stern eyes.

"Isn't it a pleasure to attack the city on a moonlit night, break the enemy's gate, and cut the enemy's head? Those who enter the city first will have the first merit; those who kill Zhang Yiqian will have the second merit; those who kill Dong Yi and other officials will have the third merit."

Everyone was excited.

Hu Yangeng's face was as deep as water, and then said, "Those who disturb the people will be killed; those who kill good people will be killed; those who take advantage of the chaos will be killed. This is the three merits, three deaths, those who follow my orders will be rewarded to strengthen their courage; those who go against my orders will be executed personally to show their evil. Please encourage them."

Without any signs, a little flame appeared in the Hejian city gate, spreading everywhere, burning more and more. The sound of drums suddenly sounded loudly in the Cangzhou army. Lu Zhishen had already led his men and horses to ambush the city, clamoring to cover the killing. Everyone shouted together.

The other three gates also heard the sound of stone bombs hitting the city wall. At this time, the sound of cannons rang out.

The tiger squat cannon, or more accurately, the large-angle tiger squat cannon, or the frog cannon, is specially used to attack guards on the city wall. With ten rounds of shotguns, the city was swept clean, and the Cangzhou army climbed the city with a ladder.

The defenders on the city were stunned

At the east gate of the city, more than ten Hejian soldiers began to kill their comrades. After the leader killed two people, he took out a handful of thatch and lit it, threw it into the shack under the city gate. The Hejian army who were against the wall to defend the city gate were in chaos. Everyone was crying, coughing, and ran away from the smoke-filled hell.

Fan Rui had only more than ten confidants, setting fires everywhere. The city was in chaos and the fires were soaring into the sky. Black smoke and clouds rose, and thick smoke and chaos were everywhere. Fan Rui led his confidant and killed the unprepared defenders, who were unable to prepare, and opened the city gate without any effort.

Fan Rui took the torch and waved it in the city gate. This was the agreed secret code.

But without Cangzhou Army entering the city, Cangzhou Army was still attacking the city wall in a proper manner.

Zhang Yiqian was not a famous general, and the Hejian army was not a strong army. When he saw the city gate filled with smoke, he thought the city gate had fallen, so the defenders on the city scattered.

Guns, arrows, horse hooves; fighting, slaughter, shouting.

The sound of shouting finally came into the inner city. The people panicked, and every family was closed. The military camp was shocked, and countless people turned around and looked east.

Zhang Yiqian sat on the ground and remembered this song that he had planned since the invasion of the Jin thieves: he was a scholar who was useless. He just wanted to live comfortably in the gap between the Jin thieves and Song Ting and make some money. He thought that with his strategy, he could get along with everything, but he didn't expect Hu Yangeng didn't even give him this opportunity.

He suddenly wanted to write a few lines of poetry. Zhang Yiqian was a Jinshi after all, and he had poetry talents, but at this moment, he couldn't remember a single line of poetry.

Zhang Yiqian suddenly struggled to stand up, no, he can't die. At worst, he can throw a river, what's the big deal? He can do it again. At worst, he can go to the Jin people. He was forced to rebel by Hu Yangeng. Hu Yangeng violated the ancestral teachings of using literature to control martial arts in the Song Dynasty. Zhang Yiqian had to surrender to the Jin people. What a good reason.

He seemed to be passing by an electric current, and he stood up all of a sudden.

He was energetic and his face was rosy. He put his sword in the sheath, clean and neat, without any sign of depression. He was energetic, pondered slightly, and said, "Click the army and horses to break through in different directions."

Where will you go after breaking through? There are Jin on all sides of the river... Are you afraid that there is no place to go? I heard that the Jin people are divided into several factions of the eldest prince and the second prince, and they can capture the barbarians, so they can be like fish in the water among the Jin people.

"The army and horses in Cangzhou are approaching. Sir, it's time to leave."

Zhang Yiqian came out and retreated to the west under the protection of his guards. After walking a few steps, he saw a group of soldiers coming.

"Can you surrender?"

Before Zhang Yiqian's guard could answer, the Gan Cangzhou army came up and killed Zhang Yiqian's guards like chopping melons and vegetables.

Seeing Zhang Yiqian wearing civil servant robe, the military men were a little hesitant. The commander who led the team shouted: "The commander did not say that he would catch the alive, he would cut it down."

Hu Yangeng saw Zhang Yiqian's head in the prefecture yamen. He felt a little moved. Unlike killing Wang Shiyong, this time there was no endorsement from the Privy Council. He was the first general in the Song Dynasty to cut off his civil servants and superiors.

Thinking of this, Hu Yangeng wanted to say some famous sayings to commemorate this moment. After a long time of twists and turns, he sighed: "I only regret that I am afraid of the time I use it."
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