Chapter 859: Captives

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Dense gunfire erupted from all directions in Jiangxia City.

Having occupied the trenches, the Prince's Personal Army soldiers immediately seized control of the city walls.

A portion of the soldiers climbed onto the city walls, occupying the high ground to fire into the city.

Looking down from above, the situation inside Jiangxia City was clear at a glance.

They aimed at the aristocratic soldiers, pulled the triggers, and quickly reloaded.

A dense rain of bullets flew toward the aristocratic soldiers like a swarm of locusts.

The aristocratic generals and soldiers fleeing in the streets fell one after another.

Other soldiers marched straight toward the city gates, and under the protection of the soldiers on the walls, they easily secured the gates.

At this moment, more Wangfu Army soldiers poured into the city.

"Hahaha, Your Highness, the overall situation is settled."

Outside the city, Zhao Xu and Chang Wei watched the battlefield.

When the Prince's Personal Army soldiers stormed into Jiangxia City, Chang Wei laughed loudly.

Then, he added: "This time, the Wu army in Jiangxia City collapsed at the first touch, which shows they are already at the end of their rope; the leaflets issued by Your Highness's Propaganda Department were indeed useful."

Zhao Xu nodded, "The leaflets were certainly of some use, but this situation is composed of many factors; most importantly, the combat power of the soldiers equipped with the Qin-series Rifles is no longer what it used to be, and faced with a battle that brings them despair, the aristocratic soldiers naturally no longer have any interest in resisting."

"Your Highness is absolutely right." Chang Wei continued to look at the battlefield, then changed the subject: "The Fifth Army fought well this time, being the first to enter the city; did this kid Huo An drink chicken blood or something?"

Zhao Xu heard this, smiled, and said nothing.

At the same time.

Jiangxia City fell into extreme chaos.

Four or five hundred thousand troops were crowded into Jiangxia City, and aristocratic soldiers could be seen in every street of Jiangxia.

They were terrified, panicked, and looking for places to hide.

They even started fighting over a hidden cellar.

Faced with the army in chaos, Liang Tong and the generals were at their wits' end.

They could only lead their own direct troops to act as a Supervision Team, forcing the fleeing soldiers to retake the city walls.

But even so, they could not stop the soldiers' rout.

The soldiers were very shrewd; taking advantage of the chaos and the crowds, they could evade the Supervision Team, as the only outcome of rushing toward the city walls was death.

The firearms in the hands of the Yan Wang's soldiers were too powerful, accurate, and long-ranged.

Within two hundred meters, they were practically targets.

Seeing that he could not control the chaotic army, he immediately ordered his sixty thousand direct troops to launch a fierce attack on the West Gate.

Jiangxia could not be held; his only hope for survival was to break through, and then find a way to escape to Bazhou via the mountain paths in the west.

Although these paths were difficult for a large army to traverse and could not accommodate the baggage train.

But he could not care about that anymore; even if he abandoned the army and fled back to Bazhou alone, it would suffice.

But his hope was soon dashed, as he received desperate news.

"General,

we have suffered heavy losses; their firearms have a long range and are very accurate, so we cannot get close to the city gates at all." A general returned, his eyes full of despair.

In an instant, Liang Tong lost all his strength.

He could not win, and he could not escape.

They could only wait for death in the city.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Just as Liang Tong was feeling disheartened, the sound of gunfire grew closer.

After controlling the city walls, the Prince's Personal Army soldiers began to enter the streets and alleys to mop up the aristocratic soldiers.

Stepping over corpse after corpse, they steadily closed in on the center of Jiangxia City.

The area where the aristocratic soldiers could operate was constantly being compressed.

Originally, they could still hide outside the range of the Yan Wang's soldiers.

But now, there was nowhere left to hide.

In their fear, they threw down their weapons one after another, raised their hands, and knelt to surrender.

Thus, a strange sight appeared in Jiangxia City.

Wherever the Wangfu Army soldiers passed, the aristocratic soldiers surrendered at the mere sight of them, kneeling down in droves.

The battle lasted from dawn until evening, and after annihilating Liang Tong's direct troops, the eight-day Battle of Jiangxia came to an end.

"Kill, I'll kill, kill you all!"

In front of the Jiangxia Government Office, Liang Tong was surrounded by Wangfu Army soldiers.

They held their Qin-series Rifles, pointing the bayonets that gleamed with cold light at the crazed Liang Tong.

Liang Tong held his sword and slashed forward repeatedly, but it seemed he had exhausted his strength.

Every time he swung his sword, he had to stop and rest for a while.

"Yan Wang! Yan Wang! Yan Wang..." After his sword was parried away by a Wangfu Army soldier once again, Liang Tong let out a long howl toward the sky.

He was unwilling to be defeated like this, defeated without any dignity.

In this battle, they were practically like pigs in a pen waiting to be slaughtered.

Just then, the Wangfu Army soldiers surrounding him parted, and a young man dressed in a green military uniform walked toward him with measured steps.

"Yan Wang!" Liang Tong recognized at a glance that this young man was the Yan Wang.

He had once lived in Jinling for a period of time and had seen Yan Wang.

Zhao Xu looked toward Liang Tong; the Prince's Personal Army had basically secured Jiangxia, so he entered the city together with Chang Wei.

They happened to encounter soldiers who had captured the Wu Zhenguo Great General, Liang Tong.

Regarding this Liang Tong, he had a slight impression.

Furthermore, before the war, the Four Courts had provided him with the situation of the Wu army.

He was clear that Liang Tong was the commander-in-chief of this great army.

"Hmph, you traitorous rebel, you should have thought of this day when you rebelled against Great Song and colluded with the Westerners," Zhao Xu sneered.

In his eyes, this title of Wu Zhenguo Great General was worth nothing, no different from a mountain bandit king.

Upon hearing this, Liang Tong let out several miserable laughs, "Winners are kings and losers are villains; I, Liang Tong, accept it. But Yan Wang, you don't have many days left to be smug. The Northern Di, Ross, the British, and the Frankish—they have already united. Your death is not far off."

Laughing a few more times, he said, "I truly hate it. Back then, our Liang Family really should have united with the other powerful clans to kill you when you had just started to grow your fangs. Otherwise, how could it be your turn to sit on the world that belongs to our powerful clans!"

Zhao Xu's expression was as calm as water, looking at Liang Tong as if looking at a dead man. He said slowly, "This Great Song empire does not belong to your powerful clans, nor does it belong to this Prince; it belongs to the common people. The era of claiming the world as one's own and treating the people as slaves is over. This is also the reason why you lost to this Prince, though you will never understand this principle."

Having said that, he raised his hand and brought it down in a palm strike.

The Wangfu Army soldiers immediately stepped forward, and dozens of bayonets pierced through Liang Tong's body.

His attitude toward prisoners was to treat them leniently, but the prerequisite was to conduct a trial for the prisoners beforehand.

Those guilty of heinous crimes were to be executed without mercy; only prisoners who had never harmed the common people and had not killed Wangfu Army soldiers on the battlefield would receive forgiveness.

And core members of powerful clans like Liang Tong did not meet this condition under any circumstances.

It was a matter of execution sooner or later, so there was no need to waste breath.

After killing Liang Tong, Zhao Xu ordered Chang Wei to detain the prisoners within the city.

After taking Changcheng, they would be dealt with alongside the prisoners from Changcheng; after the trials, those who should be killed would be killed, and those who should be released would be released, to restore production in Jiangnan as soon as possible.

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