Chapter Seven: The Deadly Battle
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Zhou Feng approached Deng Ai with a look of fear, riding his horse up to him and presenting a letter with both hands. Deng Ai took it, unfolded it, and read carefully. Suddenly, his fury ignited.
The letter read:
“To the venerable General Deng Ai, Conqueror of the West: It is no small feat for a man of humble origins like you to rise to the rank of a top general in Wei. Yet the ambitions of Sima Zhao within the Wei court are known to all. Moreover, powerful clans like Zhong Hui’s control the government. Though you have achieved unparalleled merit, you cannot escape the fate of being cast aside once your usefulness ends. Your army has advanced deep into enemy territory; your supply lines are severed, and Fucheng is impregnable. Should you be defeated and return, Zhong Hui will seize the opportunity to rise against you, endangering your entire clan. It would be wiser to surrender to the Han; I will petition the Son of Heaven to appoint you as Grand General of the Northern Garrisons, ensuring your family’s safety and prosperity...”
Upon reading this, Deng Ai suddenly roared, throwing the letter to the ground and stamping on it repeatedly.
“Liu Chen, you insolent brat! How dare you insult me so!”
Zhou Feng lowered his head, his face full of sorrow as he spoke, “General Deng, my king also sends this message: ‘If you surrender, the lives of thirty thousand soldiers will be spared; if you fight, beneath the ice of Bing City will be your grave.’”
Deng Ai’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent as his hand gripped the sword hilt. Tian Xu quickly stepped forward, “Great General, in times of war between two nations, one must not kill envoys!”
“Go back and tell Liu Chen!” Deng Ai ground his teeth, his eyes flashing cold light as he pointed angrily at Zhou Feng. “I, Deng Ai, would rather die in battle than bow to the child of Shu Han!”
Zhou Feng cast a long, deep look at Deng Ai, then dared not linger further. Turning, he spurred his horse back to the city.
Night fell, and the Wei army camp was dotted with campfires. Deng Ai sat alone in his central tent, the trampled and discarded letter spread out before him. Outside, the cold wind howled like countless wailing spirits.
“Great General,” Tian Xu lifted the tent flap and entered, carrying a bowl of hot soup. “Have some hot soup to warm yourself.”
Deng Ai did not take the bowl, his eyes fixed on the letter. “General Tian, do you think... what Liu Chen said holds any truth?”
Tian Xu’s hand trembled, nearly spilling the soup as he exclaimed, “Great General! You wouldn’t be...”
“I’m only asking casually,” Deng Ai said wearily, rubbing his temples. “How long can our supplies last?”
“At most... two days,” Deng Zhong whispered. “And the weather grows colder; over a thousand soldiers are already frostbitten.”
Deng Ai was silent for a long moment, then suddenly asked, “Any news from Mianzhu?”
“The scouts just reported that Zhuge Zhan has led his troops out of the city, moving toward Fucheng.”
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“As expected!” Deng Ai sprang to his feet, snorting coldly. “Liu Chen intends to attack from both front and rear! Issue the order—at dawn tomorrow, the entire army will launch a fierce assault on Fucheng! This is our only chance!”
Tian Xu hesitated but finally bowed deeply. “Understood.”
At the same moment, inside the brightly lit Fucheng government office, Liu Chen was conferring with his generals.
“Your Majesty, General Wei is still stationed at Mianzhu. Should we order him to move toward Fucheng?” Meng Qi pointed at the map.
Liu Chen nodded. “Let him depart. Tell him to advance slowly and cautiously—do not give Deng Ai any chance to exploit. Deng Ai is trapped, and tomorrow he will fight like a cornered beast. Order the troops to continue watering and thickening the ice walls tonight; the ice must be at least an inch thicker!”
Zhou Feng hesitated, then asked, “Your Majesty, do you think Deng Ai will surrender?”
Liu Chen shook his head. “Given Deng Ai’s character, there’s a ninety percent chance he won’t. But my words have planted the seed of surrender in his heart. When he reaches a dead end, he might recall what I said today.”
At dawn the next day, the entire Wei army surged forth. Deng Ai donned his armor and led the charge personally.
“Today, we break Fucheng or we do not retreat!” Deng Ai shouted, pointing his sword at the city walls. “The first to scale the walls shall receive a thousand gold coins and be granted the title of Marquis within the Pass!”
The troops’ morale soared as they shouted and charged at the walls. This time, they altered their tactics: soldiers chiseled small pits into the icy walls to anchor their ladders. Progress was slow but effective.
Arrows rained down like locusts; rolling logs and stones thundered from above. Wei soldiers suffered heavy casualties but pressed on relentlessly. A Wei centurion finally reached the top of the wall but was beheaded by Yan Ming’s axe before he could cheer, his body tumbling down.
The battle raged until noon. The Wei army had launched seven assaults; corpses piled like mountains beneath the walls. Deng Ai’s eyes were bloodshot as he personally led his guards to the city gate but was repelled by Liu Chen.
With no choice, they set up camp temporarily.
After a meager meal, Tian Xu and other generals entered.
“So Zhuge Zhan has deployed troops?” Deng Ai’s gaze betrayed the bad news he already sensed.
Tian Xu nodded, speaking in a low voice. “Zhuge Zhan leads fifty thousand men, advancing no more than thirty li a day, with tight security.”
Duan Zhuo hurriedly urged, “Great General, we must retreat!”
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“To where?” Tian Xu asked anxiously.
Deng Ai glanced around, forcing a bitter smile. “Where else? Eastward, along the mountain paths—we might shake off the pursuers...”
“We crossed cliffs and precipices once; surely, we can do it again,” Tian Xu said solemnly. If things continued, capture seemed inevitable.
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