"Damn..." Zhu Ling's eyes showed a hint of hatred: "How did you get in?"

"Haha, it's not easy to get in!" Fu Qian said, pointing behind Zhu Ling, and then said, "Look at you, all of you, are wearing black clothes. When I was at the city gate, I just found a black clothes to put them on my body, and then followed you into it." Fu Qian said, tearing the black clothes on his body hard, revealing the inner armor inside.

Today, Fu Qian was ordered to guard the gate of Weiyang Palace. Before, Fu Qian had received Adou's instructions. When he met a thief, he pretended to be defeated and put the thief into the palace. Fu Qian was born as a calf and was not afraid of tigers. After putting Zhu Ling into the palace, he also found a black dress to put it on his body, sneaked into Zhu Ling's army, and seized this opportunity to attack and kill Wang Shuang.

"Fu Qian, come back! This time you kill Wang Shuang, I will remember you for your merits!" A Dou waved to Fu Qian, and Fu Qian quickly rode on the war horse that Wang Shuang left behind and ran towards A Dou.

Wang Shuang was at the forefront just now, so Fu Qian was not blocked by the enemy when he returned.

Looking at Zhu Ling's decadent expression, Adou continued to say, "Zhu Ling, Wang Shuang is dead, I think you should not resist stubbornly!"

"Hmph, Liu Chan, don't be proud. You only have this little person by your side. It's still unknown who will win!"

"Since you are still stubborn, don't blame me for being cruel!" Adou said, and shouted to Chen Dao beside him: "Chen Dao, let's shoot the arrow!"

Chen Dao waved his hand and saw more than a hundred white-eared elite soldiers rushing out from the back row, but each of these white-eared elite soldiers was carrying a Zhuge crossbow.

Immediately afterwards, a group of Shu troops climbed behind the palace walls on both sides. There were not many people, and there were only more than one hundred people on each side, but they were also carrying Zhuge crossbows.

"Shoot the arrow!" Chen Dao shouted, and the white-eared elite soldier immediately pressed the spring, and the eight-inch-long crossbow arrow cut through the night and headed straight for the enemy in front.

"Protect General!" A soldier immediately blocked Zhu Ling's body, and then was penetrated by crossbow arrows.

Crossbow arrows come from all directions, and in this open area, there is no place to avoid arrows. Moreover, the Zhuge crossbow has a faster firing rate than ordinary bows and arrows, and its power is even greater. Although there are only a few hundred crossbows, under the special terrain, the people brought by Zhu Ling can only be shot in vain.

Only some of the people brought by Zhu Ling were regular soldiers, and the rest were found by Du Sheng. Some were from families who opposed the Shu army, some were spies who had been lurking in Chang'an for a long time, and even some gangsters. These people were okay to fight with the wind, but when they encountered such a blow, they could not organize and resist, and they soon fell into chaos.

The sharp arrows flew from all directions, constantly hitting people's hearts, watching the people around them fall down one by one, some people finally couldn't bear this pressure and began to escape in panic, and the crowd began to become more and more chaotic.

In this empty terrain, Zhuge's crossbow hit rate was still good. After a round of crossbow arrows were shot, the ground was covered with corpses, and wailing sounds kept coming from all around. There were only less than 500 people left by Zhu Ling, and many of them were filled with arrows.

"Zhu Ling, you are also a general, why should you do this?" Adou sighed and continued, "I heard that Cao Cao didn't like you back then. I think you might as well surrender me, so what if I don't want to?"

"Surrender to you? Hahahaha..." Zhu Ling suddenly laughed, and the laughter was filled with a hint of desolation, which made people feel that the general had reached the end of his journey. After a long time, Zhu Ling slowly stopped laughing: "Liu Chan, thank you for your kindness, but I, Zhu Ling, will not surrender! Although the late emperor didn't like me back then, my family is in Xudu. If I surrender, none of my family can survive. I, Zhu Ling, is already sixty years old and can't live for a few years. Do you think I will surrender to you?"

After Zhu Ling finished speaking, he took a deep breath and said, "Liu Chan, this Chang'an is yours! I hope you can treat the people outside the city well..."

Immediately afterwards, Zhu Ling suddenly pulled out his sword and wiped it towards his neck.

A ball of blood spurted out from Zhu Ling's throat and fell to the ground, splashing into a ball of bright red flowers...

Guan Yu took a breath and said with a little sadness: "This Zhu Ling is really a righteous man. He is much better than the guy who surrendered in the last battle! I hope Your Majesty can be buried with a grand ceremony."

"Don't worry, Second Uncle, I will definitely bury General Zhu Ling with great burial." As Adou said, Yu Guang glanced at the person standing in the venue.

"Your Majesty, what should these people do?"

"No one left!" Adou said, pointing to the ministers who had persuaded him to surrender just now: "There are also these people, arrest them all."

"Your Majesty, what are these unfaithful and unrighteous people keeping them for? Just kill them!" Zhang Fei encouraged him from the side.

A Dou looked at it and many of the people who advised him to surrender were great scholars. These people may not have any skills in military and political affairs, but they have many disciples and are very prestigious among scholars. This group of sour scholars cannot command the army when they go to battle, nor can they participate in decision-making in the court, and cannot control the local area. In addition to studying the classics, these people are useless. Keeping them will not cause much harm to A Dou, but killing these people will cause trouble to A Dou.

Since Emperor Wu dismissed all schools of thought and respected Confucianism, no one can replace this Confucianism. Killing these sour Confucians may be refreshed for a while, but the long mouths of scholars in the world will be unbearable in the future. It is important to know that guarding against the people is more important than guarding against the river.
Chapter completed!