"I'm sorry, the bones by the Wuding River are still people in the spring boudoir dream."

At the head of Liaoyang City, Wang Xiao stood and looked at him, and suddenly thought of this poem in his heart.

A few days ago, he ran around and didn't care about anything else, but he had a little time in Liaoyang City these two days.

Before the people in the city could drive them out, the Qing army rushed back and was in a hurry to not attack the city, but surrounded the Liaoyang city, and troops were sent over every day.

The more than 20,000 Chu troops in Liaoyang City seem to have become turtles in the jar.

There were still 40,000 people in the city. Driven by the Chu army, there were demolishing houses every day and building something. The city was filled with jingling sounds.

The heavy rain was still falling, and the laborers who were soaked in the rain looked extremely miserable.

The torture of war on people is far more than physical injuries, and it drives tens of thousands of people born into humans like dogs and sheep. Looking at them, it is also a huge psychological torture to Wang Xiao.

He used to not understand why some people had post-war psychological syndrome, and even thought war was a cool thing. Now he felt that he was about to get sick.

The rise and fall of all eternal times have caused all the suffering of the people. Until today, he has understood how painful this "suffering" is.

He could only tell himself that his heart should be harder, and he should be harder...

"Mr. Marquis, we will not be able to escape if we don't break through. There are more and more slave soldiers." Qin Shanqu ran over and said.

Wang Xiao turned his head and glanced at the Qing army outside the city, which was in a mess, and said lightly: "Don't worry, you can run away."

Qin Shanqu scratched his head, and he was now a little convinced by Wang Xiaoji.

Apart from this marquis, who can still lead himself to bombard the Shengjing of Jiannu to pieces?

But Qin Shanqu still smiled and said a little embarrassedly: "That's good, that's good. Marquis, don't blame me for being too talkative. The soldiers all want to ask... When will we go to raid Jiannu's city again?"

Wang Xiao turned his head and some powerful light appeared in his eyes.

Qin Shanqu was frightened and said in a hint: "We have been guarding Jinzhou for so many years, and we are tired of defending the city... So... After rushing for so long, we got a little idle after arriving at Liaoyang City... Jiannu and many villages we haven't gone to..."

"They aren't afraid of being idle, they want to burn, kill, and plunder again, right?"

"No!" Qin Shanqu subconsciously shouted, clasped his fists and said, "Who dares not listen to the Marquis now? We will hit him wherever the Marquis pointed!"

Wang Xiao ignored him and turned to look into the city.

The Chu soldiers were still waving their whips and driving the laborers one after another.

The joy, wealth and power brought by victory seemed to have caused these Chu troops to fall into a kind of fanaticism.

They became the best people in Fuling, Shengjing, and Liaoyang. The winners control everything about others. This feeling makes them very confident in the war and hope more.

From being anxious and depressed, to now becoming extremely aggressive. Their condition is becoming more and more similar to the Qing army.

The stronger the winner, the weaker the loser.

Because victory can cover up all problems, failure will amplify all problems.

Wang Xiao knew very well what they were worried about.

It was just that he was afraid that Wang Xiao had no choice but to defend Liaoyang City to the death. It would be better to do a few more waves before he died.

As long as you smell the scent of failure, your morale will be faintly shaken...

As for their desires, Wang Xiao also knew it.

At first, they would want to rob, but next, they would feel power in Liaoyang City. This sense of power will drive them to fight constantly and constantly.

This is the old path of the Qing army. The Qing army enjoyed the results of the war in such victories, and its fighting spirit became more and more vigorous and stronger.

Since ancient times, almost all strong troops have been tempered in this way. Before this, no army could have been strict in military discipline in the enemy territory.

A war is a weapon.

But Wang Xiao knew that there was a stronger army.

If you can go back alive this time, I might be able to try to make you stronger...

Thinking of this in my mind, Wang Xiao turned his head and looked at Qin Shanqu.

"Tell the soldiers that we will not be defeated. We will defeat Jiannu here and continue to upset them."

Qin Shanqu thrust his body and shouted, "I will understand!"

He retreated, and after a while, a huge cheer suddenly sounded in Liaoyang City.

"Seeking the Marquis to the death! Heavy defeated Jiannu!"

Although there were only more than 20,000 people on our side, the Qing army outside the city was already several times more numerous. However, after the battle in Shengjing City, no one doubted Wang Xiao's promise.

As long as they know that they are not trapped in the city, their confidence and combat power will be rekindled.

At this moment, the Guanning Iron Cavalry's sense of personality admiration for Huaiyuan Hou was pushed to a peak again...

Wang Xiao stood on the top of the city. Listening to the cheers all over the city, he spread his hands and looked.

With personality cult, perhaps you cannot control hundreds of thousands of troops, but it is still more than enough to control more than 20,000 people.

The weapon of the soldier, I hold this weapon, come on!

...

"kill!"

In the afternoon, the Qing army launched another tentative offensive.

The Eight Banners Army did not dispatch, but drove the Baoyi to attack the city.

It was not easy to attack the city on rainy days, so the Chu army guarded the city and repelled the attack with a bold force.

The huge rocks fell on the top of the city, sweeping them hard, harvesting countless lives of coated clothes.

The leaders and generals of both sides had their own plans, but they just put these cheapest people out first and used their lives to test the other party's plans.

In the evening, the flesh and blood piled up under the city and let the rain wash away...

"They are waiting for reinforcements." Lin Shaoyuan glanced at the corpse under the city and said, "There is no hurry for Jiannu to attack the city, but let these coats consume our strength... The general judged that the slave chief sent troops back to the rescue, and that was to surround us."

"I'm waiting for their reinforcements too." Wang Xiao replied casually.

He looked at the Qing army camp outside the city, silently estimated for a while, and then said, "It seems that 50,000 people have come? It's not enough..."

After saying that, he turned around and got off the city.

Lin Shaoyuan looked at his back with a little hot eyes.

Fifty thousand enemies are not enough. Is this a lunatic... or the King of Hell?

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The entire Liaoyang City was filled with this kind of knocking sound.

Wang Xiao rode his horse across the long street and saw the Han Palace in the distance collapse.

With a loud "boom", the smoke and dust were knocked down in the heavy rain. Countless laborers, driven by the Chu army, entered the ruins of the Han Palace to pick up wood...

"Damn it, don't want to stay lazy." Someone shouted on the street.

Wang Xiao looked at him and saw a Chu army whipping a boy with a whip.

The young man was the same age as Wang Xiao, dressed in rags, covered in blood, and looked miserable.

"Master, let me go..."

The young man cried and turned to see Wang Xiao. His dark pupils lit up, and he wanted to crawl toward him, crying, "I'm sick... I really can't do it anymore... Please..."

"I still want to stay lazy." Chu Jun whipped another whip.

Wang Xiao looked at the hands that were struggling to reach out to him on the wet ground. It was fake to say that he had no compassion in his heart.

The world where everyone lived a decent life was broken by these weak hands.

He spoke, but just said coldly: "I want to survive, keep doing it."

After saying that, he drove his horse and continued to move forward, with a few more screams behind him.

The horse's hooves stepped on the ground of Liaoyang City, and under the hooves were the blood and tears of countless people, but Wang Xiao was just muttering repeatedly in his heart.

"Ci doesn't control the soldiers...Ci doesn't control the soldiers..."
Chapter completed!