In the spring of the twenty-seventh year of Zhaowu, Liang Wang Chen Huan personally led an army of 30,000 and 500 warships to attack Yueyang by land and water, and left 10,000 soldiers to garrison Jingzhou.
Chen Huan knew that life and death were close at hand, if he took Yueyang first, he could abandon Jingzhou and go south with his troops.
So when the soldiers came to Yueyang, he did not procrastinate. After setting up camp, he immediately began to attack the city, and at the same time ordered the navy to attack Dongting Lake.
Compared with the battle of Guangning City eleven years ago, today's Yan Sikong is calm, Xue Lang and Feng Ye are commanding the defense of the city, and he is on the sidelines. King Liang's rebel army was determined to be vigorous and aggressive, and they attacked extremely fiercely, but Yueyang still had nearly ten thousand soldiers and horses. They had no worries about food and grass, and they were well prepared. Still not captured, Liang Wang had no choice but to retreat temporarily.
Looking at the piles of dead bodies below the city, the black and red new blood splashed on the city, the wounded soldiers wailed in pain, and the broken armor and utensils were scattered everywhere. Between exhalation and inhalation, the scalp is numb.
Yan Sikong said in a deep voice: "The rebel army is coming fiercely. If they can't attack the city once, they will come again soon. How about the damage of our army?"
Xue Lang sighed: "The damage is not too much for now, but I'm afraid this city will not be able to withstand the greetings of wooden and stone cannons any longer."
"General Xue don't have to worry, back then..." Yan Sikong choked back the words on his lips, "There is no end to the history of a lonely city with few soldiers, especially Yueyang, who can stop the army. The king will be back soon."
After Xue Lang left, Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, who stood motionless at the top of the city, looking at the corpses strewn all over the city.
"My son." Yan Sikong walked to him, "Are you also worried about the same thing as me?"
Feng Ye nodded: "I'm not worried about Yue Yang's fall, what I'm worried about is Chen Huan's navy."
"Chen Huan's naval commander is a well-known naval general in the two lakes. If he takes Dongting Lake, he can plunder hundreds of warships and capture tens of thousands of sailors for his own use. What city will he attack at that time? Surround Yueyang, cut off the water source in the city, and we will surrender without fighting."
Feng Ye sighed: "It's a pity that neither you nor I are good at water warfare. I've grown up so much that I only ride a small boat across the river."
Yan Sikong smiled wryly: "I have never been on a warship either. I guess Chen Huan will bet on the navy, should we send troops to reinforce the navy?"
"Now, I'm afraid it's too late. Chen Huan's soldiers are overwhelming the city. If we care about one, we will lose the other, and if we care about the other, we will lose this."
Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly: "I dare not ask General Wang to win, I just ask him not to lose too quickly."
The dialogue between the two turned out to be a prophecy. Only two days later, a battle report came from Dongting Lake. General Wang's navy was defeated, and the rebels had completely controlled the main waterways.
The rebels sent troops to seize the important part of the canal from Dongting Lake to divert water into the city. While filling sand and blocking stones to build a dam, they also dug deep ditches to divert the water source.
Within five or six days, the rebels would be able to completely cut off the water in the city. Chen Huan had already sent people to shout and surrender day and night under the city to confuse the troops.
Xue Lang was anxious and turned around: "My son, what should I do, if there is no water in the city, how can we survive?"
Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "I'm surrounded right now, the only way is to wait for General Zhao to capture Jingzhou and come to the rescue."
"Do you know when General Zhao will be able to capture Jingzhou? What if he can't?" Seeing that Feng Ye was silent, Xue Lang turned to Yan Sikong again, "Master Yan, I heard that you defeated Kuizhou with a three-inch tongue. Rebellion must be resourceful, tell me, what should we do?"
Yan Sikong seemed to be unable to see the huge waves in front of him, and his face was as calm as water: "General Xue, my son led us through Nanyue, dispatched surprise troops, and rushed to Yueyang in ten days to block the rebel army's retreat, just to buy time for General Zhao. , with our soldiers and horses, we can't defeat the king of Liang in a direct confrontation, but we can defend, just as the son said, right now, we can only defend and wait for General Zhao's supernatural power to come."
"How to guard?" A general in Yueyang slammed the case fiercely, "It seems that there will be no water in the city. There is no water in this city. Not to mention the soldiers, the people may rebel first."
"Yeah, how can we fight without water?" Another general said loudly, "Our army suffered heavy losses in the attack on the city a few days ago. If the king of Liang came to attack the city again when I was thirsty, you, you still say, "Guard the city!" have to'?"
Wang Moxiu sternly said: "Bold, the prince is here, how dare you disturb my army's morale?"
"you… "
Xue Lang cupped his hands towards Fengye: "Your Majesty, what the generals said is reasonable, once the water source is cut off, the army's morale will be disturbed, and the people may rebel."
Feng Ye slowly turned his head, and scanned all the generals with wolf-like sharp eyes: "If the generals are in chaos, kill the generals, and if the people rebel, kill the people. We must not let the rebels take this city, dominate Dongting Lake, and point their swords to the south of the Yangtze River. !"
All the soldiers remained silent.
Yan Sikong smiled: "You don't need to be so alarmed, the rebels can stop the water on the ground, can he stop the nectar and jade dew of all things?"
"Master Yan is saying..." Xue Lang frowned, "But whether it will rain or not, and when it will rain, it depends on his mood, so you can't be sure."
Yan Sikong cupped his fists towards the sky: "Kong, I can borrow nectar from the sky to quench my thirst in Yueyang."
Xue Lang was skeptical: "Lord Yan, do you still... know this spell?"
Yan Sikong showed a mysterious smile.
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Back inside, Feng Ye lowered his voice and said, "Kong'er, can you tell when it's raining?"
Yan Sikong wiped off the thin sweat from his forehead: "This sky doesn't seem to be going to rain at all."
"What?" Feng Ye's eyes widened, "Then how dare you boast?"
"You and I only brought less than 3,000 remnants of soldiers. Yueyang is their territory. Now that the army's morale is in turmoil, the situation seems to be unstoppable. If we can't solve the water problem, they will tie us up and open the city at some point. Meet the enemy!"
Feng Ye clenched his fists: "Then... are you really going to open the altar to 'do it'?"
"I'll stabilize them first, and if I can delay it for a day, if God has eyes, for the sake of our utter loyalty, maybe..."
"Oh." Feng Ye patted Yan Sikong's head, "Who are you fooling with this bullshit?"
Yan Sikong smiled wryly: "It's a day if it can be delayed until General Zhao kills Yueyang."
"What if he doesn't come? How long can we last?"
Yan Sikong pressed Feng Ye's shoulder: "If he doesn't arrive within three days, Xue Lang will be tied up in the parliament and all the officers and generals will be controlled. If he doesn't arrive within seven days, we can only open the city and surrender."
Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "That's the only way to go, I'll deploy."
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The next day, Yan Sikong set up an altar painting formation on the top of the city, wearing a plain black Taoist robe, holding a dust whisk in one hand, and a brush in the other, leaving incomprehensible talismans on sheets of white paper, and burning them all, while chanting words , the bumbling began to please the rain.
Xue Lang and his gang of vulgar military generals, although they haven't read many books, Zhuge Kongming's practice of setting up an altar to invite Dongfeng is still very popular. Open suspicion, can only watch him busy.
Yan Sikong invited for a day and a night, but no rain fell from the sky. At this time, there is only water left in the city, which is not enough for three days.
The soldiers couldn't bear it any longer, they stepped forward to urge Yan Sikong, but Yan Sikong didn't open his eyes, he was still muttering to himself, completely ignoring the whispering.
Feng Ye coughed heavily: "Don't be disrespectful to ghosts and gods, just wait."
"My son, this... When will this be?"
"Didn't Master Yan say that it will rain for at most three days and three nights?" Wang Moxiu said, "Master Yan has not had a drop of water all day and night, why are you so anxious?"
Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong's chapped lips and black eyes, endured the pain in his heart, and said calmly: "I believe that Lord Yan will definitely invite Tianshui for my Yueyang people!" He gave Wang Moxiu a wink, and then said , "Perhaps our sincerity still can't move the heavens, General Xue, you ordered all the generals to climb to the top of the city and pray for rain with Master Yan."
"This..." Xue Lang sighed, "Okay."
Wang Moxiu secretly gestured to Fengye.
Yan Sikong "invited" rain for two days and two nights one after another, the sky above Yueyang City was still brightly sunny and white clouds were like washes, so where is there any sign of rain
Xue Lang's generals couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Master Yan, are you pretending to be a ghost to tease us?"
Wang Moxiu said loudly: "This matter is related to the survival of a city, who dares to joke?"
"It looks like I've been invited for two days and two nights, and there is no fart. In a few days, we will die of thirst!"
"He can't invite the rain at all, why don't we surrender!"
"If this drags on, sooner or later you will have to surrender."
"Bold!" Feng Ye snarled, "You are actually going to surrender to the rebellious officials and thieves? Are you planning to rebel too?"
The soldiers immediately fell silent, but there was hesitation on their faces.
Feng Ye waved his hand: "Take them down."
"My lord, what are you going to do?" Seeing that the situation was not right, Xue Lang was about to draw out his sword.
Feng Ye kicked up, stepped on the back of his hand, and kicked back the sharp sword that had just been unsheathed. At the same time, he dodged and clasped Xue Lang's neck with his hands like iron clamps, pinching him. Reflexively pressed against the city wall.
Wang Moxiu yelled, and he had already been waiting for the soldiers under the city to swarm up, beheading the unsuspecting Yueyang defenders, and soon surrounded all the generals at the top of the city.
"You... son... you..." Xue Lang yelled, "my son, I will never turn my back on you."
Seeing the sword reaching their necks, all the generals knelt on the ground one after another: "My lord, we will never turn against you."
Feng Ye handed Xue Lang to Wang Moxiu, then helped Yan Sikong up, put the water bag to his mouth, and said coldly: "Very well, then defend the city with me and wait for General Zhao to rescue you." .”
Yan Sikong grabbed the water bag, poured a few big sips of water, and then opened his eyes, he hadn't taken a drop of water for two days, his face was pale, looked at Feng Ye weakly, and whispered: "Good job. "
Feng Ye secretly held his hand.
Now their lives depend on Zhao Fuyi. If Zhao Fuyi fails to capture Jingzhou before they die of thirst, they will either die or surrender, with no way out.