The biggest stain on Cao Cao's life was the massacre of the city.

When Wang Hou was slaughtered in Xuzhou, he had not seen any scenes, but he had caught up with Tu Liu City, a famous Tu Liu City in history.

However, it was not a massacre of all 200,000 households in Liucheng. The population was all treasures. Moreover, Cao Cao had been coveting the cavalry formed by the Wuhuan in the three counties for a long time. With the roars, he had been resting in the past two days. When he was hungry, he went to the Wuhuan camp to grab the sheep directly. He stewed the dried vegetables brought by Wang Hou. The wounds and recovered were almost the same. He even had one or two pounds of weight, and rushed into the camp where the Wuhuan people were stationed outside the city, whipping them with whips and spears, and drove them out like driving animals.

If it were five days ago, tens of thousands and fifty thousand tribes might have resisted one or two, but now, time has not only eroded their will, but the cavalry who fled back from the Bailang Mountain battlefield one after another told the story of how cruel and terrifying the Han army was, and they also scared their courage. Driven by the Han cavalry, groups of the Wuhuan Shanyu tribe were also docile like sheep, driven to the entrance of the Liucheng Valley like a big dustpan, and under the supervision of Xiahou Dun and others, pouring out the battlefield.

Immediately, the enslaved Han people were lying on their homes watching the fun while watching, the proud and energetic Cao army heavy infantry group entered the battlefield again, occupying all the core pastoral areas that once belonged to the Wuhuan people.

Although the massacre of the city is considered tragic and inhumane, from a political perspective, Wang Hou really couldn't tell what was wrong with Cao Cao's move! After all, there is a chaos in the Central Plains, and at this time the Han army went out of the frontier, Cao Cao had already taken a huge risk. On the one hand, he had to make a contribution to one battle and eliminate the ambitious Wuhuan superstructure to save it from the future. On the other hand, it also shocked other Hu tribes on the grassland. This was the end of betraying Tianhan!

Thousands of noble elders of the Wuhuan tribe in the Liucheng Village built by Qiu Juliu, regardless of gender, age, are doomed.

However, if Mr. Cao didn't remove his unique tools to be a charlatan from the ship, Wang Hou would be even happier!

Facing the gate of Wuhuan Liucheng Village, there were more than 1,500 kilograms of five mouthfuls, with a large butt and narrow mouth. The naval cannon with the word Rizhao written on it was picked up by more than a dozen men carrying wooden sticks on their shoulders, cushioning the muzzle with a sack, and pointed at the gate made of thick wooden nails at a thirty-degree angle.

He did not give a chance to surrender at all. On the wall of the village, among the fearful and astonished gazes of the Wuhuan nobles, and in Wang Hou's depressed and contemptuous gaze, Cao Cao shook his generous prime minister's robe, held his sword in a backwards, and walked up to the general stage with a chic stride.

Hula, Jiang Ziya, with a handsome wave of her big sleeve, cut out a small gap in the Qinggang Yitian Sword pointed directly at Wuhuan City. Her voice was majestic, and Cao Cao roared and roared.

"The glorious heavenly Han Dynasty has been buried thousands of miles away. Now there is a small Wuhuan. After the Donghu, there are different kinds of Huhu and Hu. They dare to invade my borders and invade my countryside and capture my border people. They are unforgivable! They will advance to our Cao Mengde and punish them according to the emperor's order! The chief of Wuhuan will be sentenced to the death!"

"Come on! Induce thunder! Break the thief city! Scream!"

I have to say that it is better to be a charlatan than Wang Hou, a fake Taoist priest, who was so scammering, was so vivid that he was so vivid. He was shouting loudly, and five gunners invited from Wang Hourizhao had already stuffed the red iron stick into the buttocks of the cannon. There were only a few thunder sounds, and five shotguns of more than 100 pills were roared out with the roar of the fire snake. In the sound of the sound, only more than 40 meters were isolated. The village door made by wood was actually broken, and the wood was crackled and shattered all over the ground. Even the Wuhuan noble archers who blocked the door behind were torn into pieces by manic chemical energy. The power of the firearm was invincible.

But what is imperfect is that Cao Cao, who was full of curiosity, had not considered the recoil at all. He seemed to have too much gunpowder filled. With a few buzzing sounds, all five cannons bounced up without exception. A soldier next to him could not dodge. A cannon even hit his thigh with a crack. The sound of bone cracks accompanied by a shrill scream also sounded in front of the Cao army formation.

Fortunately, the effect was shocked and was harmless. He waved the Yitian Sword forward. Cao Cao roared and roared without even looking at it.

"The sky thunder has broken through the thief city, and the three armies work hard to move forward. Wherever they pass, there is no grass left! Kill!"

Hurry ~

The dense footsteps sounded, and the blood was boiling with the mysterious and stimulating. The violent Han infantry soldiers held a long halberd and held a ring-headed sword, and rushed forward in a fierce and fearless manner. Then, the earth-shaking shouts and killing sounded in the city.

With a puff sound, in less than a minute, a Han army soldier rushed up the city wall. With the fierce impact of weapons, the bodies of the Wuhuan nobles who were chopped fell down one by one. On the street, the terrified Wuhuan women and children cried and fled back to the house made of felt bags and wood. The Han army, who had already had red eyes, didn't even look at it. They pushed dry firewood from the nearby pile of firewood, blocked the door, and threw a torch in. The black smoke was like a devil, and it floated up and it was like a devil.

As the offensive moved forward step by step, in just over a dozen minutes, the entire city had fallen into a sea of ​​fire. Accompanied by crying, despair roar before death, cowardly begging for mercy, and screams of being killed, they all interwoven a symphony like hell on earth. With his hands behind his back to facing Liucheng, Cao Cao's wide robe and big sleeves floated up with the fire wind, and his mighty style was like a god and a demon.

However, when Wang Hou stood beside him, he seemed to hear him vaguely and couldn't help but sigh.

"Killing is benevolence!"

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Another large group of crows and vultures screamed and hovered over Liucheng, pounced down on the deadly pavilion and took a bite of dead meat.

Fight for the city and kill people to fill the city!

In the siege, the Han army was my grandfather, not to mention that there were artillery that directly bombarded the city gate. The Han army soldiers rushed in brutally executed Cao Cao's order to massacre the city, just as a few strokes in history, killing more than a thousand famous Wuhuan kings below Tadun.

These words summarize the small words in front of Wang Hou, which exudes an astonishing fishy smell, not only slaughtered the city, but even Cao Cao ordered people to cut down all the heads and cast them into Jingguan at the gate of the city.

The city gate, which had been burned to charcoal, picked off the head of the Shanyu, who had been rotten and smelly on the horse's neck, and looked at it contemptuously. Zhang Liao threw the hatred of the border people towards these grassland wolf cavalry. At the edge of the city gate, hundreds of Han soldiers held shovels and raised sand and soil on one side, and the loess Jingguan was built bit by bit by bit by bit.

Not far from Jingguan, the black smoke floated all day long, full of fear. The Fulidu tribe, one of the eight major tribes of Wuhuan, could no longer hold back his fear. The entire tribe led the flock to the edge of Liucheng and was the first to officially surrender to the Han army.

While staring at Jingguan, who was buried little by little, the tribal chief Li Dugen, wearing a bear fur coat, knelt under the Han military flag in a trembling manner.
Chapter completed!