In the night, Ying Jun used the most stringent defense in history, always on guard against Yong Jun coming to rob people desperately.
"I want to ask you one last question, Miao Palace." Qu and Xiang Yu came to the prison and faced Geng Shu.
Xiang Yu said seriously: "His Royal Highness has decided, based on mutual friendship, and finally give you a choice, you can choose a method of death yourself."
Qu glanced at Xiang Yu, he didn't receive this order, it doesn't matter, everyone is going to die, how does it matter
"My name is Nie Hai." Geng Shu said lightly, sitting with his back against the wall of the prison, looking at the night outside the death row.
Xiang Yu said, "Come on, how do you want to die?"
"Burn me to death." Geng Shu thought for a while, and replied according to Xiang Yu's previous instructions.
Qu said, "It's quite painful to burn to death."
Geng Shu said: "I like fire. When it burns me, let me face the south. I want to look at the south."
"My Iceberg Beauty Wife"
Qu glanced at Xiang Yu suspiciously, and Xiang Yu nodded, indicating that he should do as he did.
"I'll accompany him for a drink," Xiang Yuchao said. "A friend, you all go out. I won't watch the execution tomorrow, and I don't want to watch him die."
Qu think about it, how about leaving you two alone? Can you dig a tunnel and run? Naturally, he knew very well that Xiang Yu didn't want to take this responsibility, or whatever, the credit was on himself anyway.
Qu left the prison and instructed the chief of the guards: "Strictly guard, pay attention to that eagle."
Nearly 5,000 people surrounded the dungeon, built a human wall, and held the crossbow in their hands all night. Even if Xiang Yu secretly released the criminals, this fellow would not be able to fly.
"Give him a stake." Qu ordered again.
Armed with copper pillars and iron chains, the Ying Army rushed to the center of Feixing Street, and across the street was the Yong Army's line of defense.
Ying Jun nailed a bronze pillar in the middle of the street, the iron chains jingled, and singing gradually came from afar.
"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you have a robe with your son..."
That was the song that sounded first in the Yongjun camp in the north of the city. The moon was shrouded in a halo, and that night, the people of Bawanyong stayed up all night, singing together, and they immediately spread ten, ten and a hundred, echoing in the moonlit night of Anyang.
"...Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear. I have a grudge against my son..."
The soldiers of the Ying Army stopped when they heard the singing.
"Hurry up!" the overseer urged.
The crowd threw bundles of wood bundles under the copper pillars, made a small mountain, and poured kerosene.
Outside the city, Jiang Heng and Jie Gui quietly turned over to their horses.
"... How can you say that you have no clothes? You and Zi Ze Ze..."
Jie Gui blocked Jiang Heng, and the two looked up into the city.
The troops of the Ying army were all concentrated in the city, but the guards at the south gate were empty, and they were all people who had withdrawn from the city.
"Someone is singing," Jie Gui said, "Yongren."
Jiang Heng suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart.
"Wang Yuxing, repair my spear and halberd. Work with my son..."
They heard songs from far away in the city, which were 80,000 people singing in a low voice on a moonlit night. They each expressed their grief, but the songs finally converged, forming a rolling torrent that shook between heaven and earth.
"I'm in charge of the one on the left, and you're in charge of the one on the right." Jiang Heng aimed at the two guards at the city wall and whispered to Jie Gui.
Jiang Heng threw the hook rope in the middle, and threw it in a few circles, but Jie Gui flew up and stepped on the vertical city wall, hurried four or five steps, and climbed the tower. The two soldiers fell silently.
Jie Gui turned around and whistled at Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng had to throw the hook and was dragged up by Jie Gui.
The two looked at the Ying army camp, which was guarded like an iron wall outside the prison.
When Xiang Yu left the prison, Qu's personal soldiers looked at him and then looked at the prison again.
Xiang Yu turned his head and cast a meaningful glance at the entrance of the prison. The personal soldiers first went in to check, and when they saw that Geng Shu was still there, they gestured upward.
Xiang Yu didn't speak any more, got on his horse, and left the Ying army camp. At this moment, Yong army's singing came.
"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you have to wear clothes with your son..."
Xiang Yu did not hurry or slow, he rode his horse on the street, and looked back at the distance.
"...Wang Yuxing's division, repair my armor. Walk with your son—"
It was the song of the people of Yong to send Geng Shu farewell, it was the last word they sent to him, and it was the most solemn oath in the world.
In that singing, Xiang Yu slowly left the camp and galloped to the south of the city.
Jiang Heng and Jie Gui stood at the gate of the tower and looked into the distance.
Jiang Heng saw the plan of the Ying army. They actually stationed tens of thousands of soldiers and horses on the distant river and drove into the wooden stakes. At that time, as long as the stakes were pumped, the Yellow River water would flood into Anyang.
"Tomorrow they will dig up the Yellow River and flood the city. They must send a letter to Princess Wuying as soon as possible."
Jie Gui said, "Let's save people first."
The Ying army was full of navy soldiers, and the floods were flooding, and they could board the ship immediately and shoot the Yong people who were unable to struggle in the water and who were not familiar with water. It was precisely because he had thought out all the strategies that Qu was so fearless, he bet that all the Yong army would stay in the city and see with his own eyes how he executed their prince.
Then as long as the flood comes, boom! Keeping him safe and secure!
Qu is already trembling with excitement. Tomorrow will be when the sky will be full of him. He will first capture Juicy Miao and then drown Juicy Cong. Who will be the generals in the world who will give up on me? !
Jiang Heng looked at the direction Hai Dongqing was circling. There were only two of them, and it was impossible to break through the defense of these 5,000 people. Qu must be very vigilant, and someone had to attract their attention. As long as Jue Ling starts to attack the Ying army's position, he and Jie Gui will be able to get in and get close to the prison.
Jiang Heng wanted to recall Costin and notify Ju Ling, asking her to assist them. After a few whistles, Haidongqing flew a little closer, but did not fall.
He didn't dare to blow the whistle too loudly, for fear of causing the nearby defenders to notice, and he became anxious for a while.
"Someone is here." Jie Gui said.
Yueguang, a galloping horse, came to the south gate of the city, wearing the attire of a general of the Ying army.
Xiang Yu urged the horse and rubbed his face, removing the disguise and revealing Geng Shu's face.
Hai Dongqing immediately fell and stopped on his shoulder.
"Feng Yu!" A voice came from .
Geng Shu looked up in disbelief, the moonlight shone on his face, Jiang Heng was stunned when he ran to the tower.
Geng Shu turned his back on his horse and took a few steps forward. Jiang Heng cried out in an instant, rolled and crawled, and rushed towards Geng Shu.
"Heaven and earth are in mourning with me, and eternity is in enmity with me—"
The battle songs of the Yong Army came one after another, and when they arrived, they were full of grief and anger. The incomparable anger in the army was constantly spreading. .
"Death and life are bound together, talk to Zicheng..."
In that singing, Jiang Heng rushed down the stairs of the city wall and ran towards Geng Shu desperately.
Geng Shu: "It's alright, Heng'er, I'm out..."
Jiang Heng buried his head in front of Geng Shu's shoulder and cried, and Geng Shu hugged him tightly and looked back at the city.
"Come on," Jie Gui said, "don't delay any longer! Go out and cry again! I'm going to deliver a letter to Ju Ling!"
Geng Shu took Jiang Heng, flew up to the city tower, hooked the city wall with a hook, and descended like a bird, plunging into the night.
"I will hold on to my son... and grow old with my son..."
Geng Shu hugged Jiang Heng and let him sit on the horse in front of him. The two rode together. Jie Gui had already left along the city wall and went to deliver the letter for Ju Ling.
Geng Shu stared blankly at Anyang, the thousand-year-old capital that was separated by the wall. When they reunited, neither of them spoke, but listened to the singing coming from the wall.
"Hold on to your son, grow old with him..."
"Hold on to your son, grow old with him..."
The singing gradually stopped, as if saying goodbye to them, Geng Shu finally turned his horse's head and took Jiang Heng to leave along the Eastern Official Road.
The sky was getting brighter and Qu came to the prison in person. The last part of the journey was very important, but he could not escape successfully.
The guards took Geng Shu out of the prison. He was covered in scars all over his body, his clothes were scanty, his fair chest was full of bloodstains, his hair was messy, and he had no drinking water for three days, which had tortured him to death.
Qu had personally inspected criminals, and said: "Prince, it's a good journey, your father's qin is singing all over the world, and you are destined to have this ending, a splendid fight, and you will die under the farewell of so many people. , it is not worth a trip to the world."
Geng Shu didn't answer and closed his eyes.
The guards dragged the iron chain around his neck, Geng Shu's bare feet and clanking shackles were dragged all the way to Feixing Street, where he was tied to a copper post.
When the Yong army came out, all directions immediately, on the top of the palace, on the roof, and in the streets, were all troops from both sides.
No one spoke, the huge Anyang was like a dead city, and everyone was staring at the stake in the middle of Feixing Street.
Geng Shu was tied to a copper pillar, with his hands hanging by his side, his head lowered.
"Hey," Geng Shu said indifferently to the bottom guard, "let me face south."
The guard went to ask for instructions, got a reply, and slowly turned the copper column over.
At this moment, Juicong was standing in front of the high platform of the palace, looking at the center of Feixing Street. It was estimated that if he couldn't hold back the army later and fight with each other, he would have a few wins on his side.
The answer is at least 70%. Sometimes he thinks that the people of the country of Ying are arrogant and arrogant. They are really crazy. A group of barbarians from the navy are going to war with the army of Yong.
When seeing Geng Shu tied at the stake, Ju Cong still felt sad and reluctant.
"King Yong!" Qu shouted, "Exit the city and I will spare him!"
Juicong heard the voice in the distance and thought, if you want to blame Jiang Heng, you are with the wrong person.
After conquering the world, he decided to pursue a king for Geng Shu. After all, they were a father and son. He had thought about how to spread his deeds in the country and how to explain it to the various ethnic groups. He will inflame the anger of the whole country in Dayong and lead them to burn every inch of the Central Plains.
He sat beside him with a handful of pine nuts in it, squeezed it open, and watched the death sentence that was coming.
The Ying Army poured kerosene under the stake, Zeng Yu's eyes were red, and when he saw the guards turning the bronze pillar, he finally couldn't hold back and roared out of control: "Turn him around! That's our prince! Our general!"
Yong Jun was on the verge of mutiny, but Geng Shu said loudly: "Don't worry! Everyone will die! One day, one day later, sooner or later, they will die sooner or later, what's the hurry?"
Geng Shu's voice was not as good as it used to be, it became hoarse, he opened his eyes and looked playfully at the Queer who was about a hundred steps away and was about to give orders. He couldn't see Qu's face, but he knew he was there.
"Death is imminent," Qu sneered, "still stubborn, set fire to burn him."
The messengers held up their torches, and as the 180,000 soldiers watched, they rode their horses.
One hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps, ten steps…