The capital of Lu State, Qufu.

Qufu is a city with a long history and rich atmosphere like the Lu State. It was established almost at the same time as the Zhou Dynasty, and it is undoubtedly far surpassed that of Zhao State in terms of history.

But history can only represent the past. Hundreds of years later, Lu, which was once highly expected by King Wu of Zhou, hoped to become a barrier to the Central Plains of the Zhou Dynasty, could only hide here and survive.

General Lian Po of Zhao stood upright on the chariot and stared at the capital of Lu in the distance.

The wall on the west side of the capital of Lu State had obvious collapses and a huge gap, and dust filled with smoke.

Countless Zhao soldiers were pouring into Qufu City like a tide through this newly emerging gap.

Lian Po rubbed his hands happily and said, "This heavy artillery that the king made is easy to use. It only took two days to smash Qufu."

In response, the Zhao army generals around Lian Po agreed in unison.

"Yes, yes, even Daliang City can't resist it. How can a mere little Lu State resist it?"

"With the heavy artillery, I'm afraid there is no city in the world that can withstand the attack of Da Zhao!"

"You said, is this city wall still necessary in the future? Why not just cancel it?"

"It's simply nonsense. If the city wall is cancelled, how can the residents in the city be controlled?"

Lian Po coughed in time and stopped the discussion that was gradually dispersing: "Okay, stop talking, prepare to follow this general into the city!"

Normally, the main general should enter the city when the overall situation is determined. This situation where the city has just broken down and the street fighting is still beginning is actually quite dangerous.

But who is Lian Po? For this famous brave general in Zhao State, it is already very itchy to not be able to kill the enemy in person. If there is really an assassin or a defeated general who is blind, General Lian Po will not mind having some blood on his sword. For fear that the many guards around him will not give him this opportunity.

A quarter of an hour later, when the west gate of Qufu City opened, Lian Po led his main army into the city in a mighty way.

The battle was not over. After entering the city, Zhao army turned directly to the palace city in the southwest, which was the real key to the entire city.

When Lian Po resisted, the arrival of Zhao soldiers were busy setting up ladders and climbing bravely on the walls of the palace.

What surprised Lian Po slightly was that even though the city had been broken, there were still many soldiers from Lu who were bravely defending the city on the palace city.

Lian Po raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Send the order to speed up the attack!"

More elite Zhao army troops were put into the battlefield.

The tall Guocheng has been broken, and it is obviously even less difficult to defend than Guocheng.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Jun successfully climbed the wall of the palace and gained a firm foothold.

Two quarters of an hour later, the last General Lu, who was fighting with his sword, fell under the sword of Zhao Jun, with dozens of his personal guards.

The huge Lu Palace City finally opened its doors to the Zhao army led by Lian Po like a girl who was unable to struggle.

Lian Po waved his hand a little unhappy: "Shen Jing, bring 3,000 people and me in. Remember to take the library and treasure house of Lu people. The king has advised you not to stand here. Qufu City is so big that you don't have a place to grab credit for you? Kill what you should kill, don't kill it randomly for the military judge to see it, otherwise I can't save you."

After a brief explanation, Lian Po entered the palace city of Lu.

It has to be said that the exterior building of this palace city looks grand and grand, and it is full of the heaviness of history, giving people a feeling of walking in history everywhere. But after walking in, the mess and panic that can be seen everywhere immediately reduced this feeling.

This is also a scene that is inevitable in almost every conquered palace. Lian Po has long been accustomed to this, leading three thousand soldiers to the main hall of the palace.

No matter how good the palace is, it is impossible to give it to Lian Po. It is better to capture the king of Lu steadily. The best way for Lian Po and all the soldiers of Zhao State to make contributions.

In the main hall, Lian Po met Ji Jia, the contemporary king of Lu.

What surprised Lian Po was that the king did not look scared, but seemed quite calm.

This made Lian Po feel a little wrong in his heart.

According to Lian Po’s years of experience, this guy who is very calm when the disaster is approaching is usually filled with ambition to die.

King Zhao He specifically advised Lian Po that the living Ji Jia is more valuable than the dead Ji Jia, and that Lian Po can gain more credit.

Lian Po coughed and bowed to Ji Jia: "Liang Po has seen Hou Lu."

After all, Lu was a royal family member of the Zhou emperor's surname Ji, and it was the one who was the one who kept the Zhou rituals the most. Therefore, the king of Lu did not claim to be kings as he did in his own right as the seven major warring states, and still maintained the status of the Zhou marquis.

Ji Jia looked about thirty years old, and his tone was slow when he spoke: "Liang Po, you are a foreign minister. Do you bow like this when you see me?"

Lian Po raised his head and said, "When he returned to Lu, the last general is the winner, and he is extremely polite to bow his hand."

Ji Jia was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You are right. When I destroyed Shang in the Great Zhou Dynasty, did you also let the old Shang nobles kneel down? In this way, it would be quite polite to be able to bow to this marquis."

Lian Po said, "Mr. Lu praised it. If there is nothing else, please follow the general to go to Handan and his party."

In Lian Po's slightly anticipated gaze, Ji Jia shook his head gently and said, "How can the king of a country be able to live in vain? Let me go underground to apologize with ancestors of all generations."

Lian Po sighed in disappointment, but did not stop him.

Ji Jia raised his hand, pointed at a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old beside him, and said to Lian Po: "This is the eldest son of this marquis. After this marquis' death, Qiu'er can go to Handan to pay homage to the King of Zhao. As for other wives and children, General Lian Po wants it as soon as he wants it, and wants to kill... and it's all right after the killing."

Lian Po glanced at the boy named Ji Qiu and nodded slowly.

It seems that the reason why this king of Lu waited until now was to explain this to Lian Po.

Lian Po said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu, Lian Po is not a bloodthirsty person. All the wives and princesses will go to Handan to wait for our king to deal with it."

Ji Jia breathed a sigh of relief and stood up and saluted Lian Po: "Thank you, General."

Lian Po did not dare to neglect and returned another tribute.

Lu Hou sat down with a smile, raised a glass of poisonous wine that had been prepared on the table in front of him, and drank it all in one go.
Chapter completed!