The crossbow arrows of the city guard crossbow, like a short spear, pierced the flesh and blood of the man and the horse, and penetrated deeply into the gap between the bluestone slabs in the square, trembling like fine iron arrows as thick as the arm , with a buzzing sound, the corpses of the cavalrymen under the arrows were gushing with blood.
Many people didn't react. Including the rebels and the forbidden soldiers on the imperial city, tens of thousands of people watched this scene stupidly, and couldn't quite believe their eyes. Such a huge crossbow shot through the body of the cavalry, even more Like an iron rod of heaven's punishment, it slammed down from outside the nine sky clouds.
A deathly silence, a cold fear, spread in the square.
On the honored cavalryman, the three flag-bearing school officers did not react. They looked at the bloody cavalry in front of them and the juice of internal organs squeezed out on the ground, not knowing how to react.
Horses are different from people. Even the war horses selected from thousands of people saw this scene and felt the fear of the crossbow arrows. The biological instinct made the three horses neigh in unison, and after being frightened, they ran towards the side and rear.
A moment later, the two military flags fluttered against the morning wind... However, they returned to the camp of the rebels in a state of embarrassment, while the other bright yellow dragon flag fell miserably on the flat ground of the square, curling up into a ball. It was very unbearable.
Because the sergeant holding the flag was startled by the city crossbow, and the horse under his seat was frightened and ran wildly. He couldn't hold it firmly for a while, and dropped the dragon flag to the ground!
The tens of thousands of Qing troops in the imperial city are still dead silent at this time, but their eyes have shifted from the mass of blood on the square to the flag, which represents the royal dignity of the Qing Kingdom and the dragon that represents the invincible will of the Qing army. The flag—the flag that seemed to be flying in front of the army forever, the flag that could not fall, fell to the ground miserably like this!
The emotions in the tens of thousands of eyes are very complicated, very angry, very wrong.
Fan Xian squinted at the scene above the imperial city, smiled at the eldest prince beside him and said, "The effect is not bad, isn't it?"
The eldest prince didn't respond, thinking that the prince raised troops today, but at this moment he even lost the dragon flag, he really lost his lord.
The forbidden soldiers above the imperial city suddenly burst into applause in unison. These cheers were undoubtedly a slap in the face of the tens of thousands of rebels below the imperial city.
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At this moment, the cavalryman who lost the flag empty-handed had returned to the rebel camp. He sat on the horse with his head lowered, trembling all over, knowing that he would face severe punishment according to the military regulations. As a flag bearer, what was this? The task of glory, he accidentally dropped the dragon flag to the ground.
The hundreds of cavalry in the rebel battalion gradually separated. Prince Li Chengqian, who was dressed in bright armor, walked out slowly under the guard of several generals. He only glanced at the cavalry without saying anything.
The prince's eyes were very gentle, but the cavalryman felt extremely ashamed. He gritted his teeth and turned his horse's head, ready to go to the square to snatch back the dragon flag that fell to the ground, even if he died.
At this moment, to everyone's surprise, a general next to the crown prince urged his horse out, came to the cavalryman, and said: "The two armies clash, whoever loses the flag, beheaded!"
As soon as the word "cut" came out, the cavalryman shook his body, closed his eyes subconsciously, but tried to stand upright, and then felt the coolness on his neck.
The general retracted his sword and turned back without even looking at the body of the cavalryman who fell to the ground beside him. The battalion galloped out and stabbed straight into the belly of the square under the imperial city.
Facing the dragon flag curled up on the ground!
Not all of the tens of thousands of rebels knew the general, but they knew what the general was going to do, and they couldn't help being shocked, their blood rushed, and tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, shouting rhythmically.
Amidst the iron-blooded shouts of the crowd, the horse under the general was like a flying dragon, and its four hooves seemed to fly into the air, piercing directly under the imperial city like a sharp arrow.
How heroic it is to ride alone in the empty square that attracts everyone's attention, and gallop across the imperial city to be pierced by crossbow arrows.
The speed of the horse is extremely fast, and the skill of riding the horse is even better. It looks like a straight line is going straight to the imperial city, but in fact it is moving forward according to a strange trajectory. Full of momentum, it only took a moment of effort to rush to the center of the square.
Until now, the city defense crossbow above the imperial city still hasn't fired a single one.
The imperial guards and Overwatch Council officers and soldiers next to the huge city defense crossbow were sweating coldly. They couldn't catch the advancing route of the rebel general at all. The opponent seemed to be able to keenly capture the imperial city defense crossbow at such a high speed. rate of fire and defense range.
Fan Xian stared at this scene with squinted eyes, feeling that in the blink of an eye, the rebel general had already rushed to his feet, to the dragon flag.
The rebel general had just shown the power of defending the city crossbow once, and this rebel general rushed over resolutely. This kind of momentum and courage is really heart-wrenching. For some reason, Fan Xian suddenly thought of Wang Shisanlang, and his heart moved slightly. one time.
He was about to raise his hand, but he ordered himself to lower it slowly with great perseverance. This small move did not fall into the eyes of the First Prince, because the First Prince was also watching the one-man drama of the two armies taking power in front of the imperial city with awe-inspiring expression.
When the two armies meet, the momentum is the first, the flag is the momentum, and capturing the flag is capturing the momentum!
Immediately the traitor sailed to the dragon flag, without slowing down, he used extremely superb riding skills to hang on one foot, reached down with one hand, and picked up the dragon flag easily.
At this time, although Fan Xian lowered his arm, the team in charge of operating the city defense crossbow refused to let go of this great opportunity, and pulled the heavy spring buckle of the crossbow.
There was a muffled bang, and the thick imperial city seemed to tremble with the shooting of the giant crossbow.
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A horse neighed into the sky, and the rebel general under the imperial city seemed to have guessed when the city defense crossbow would fire, and he was half a minute ahead of time, lifted the reins, and kicked the horse's belly with both feet, madly With a drink, the rider stood up!
The horse's front hooves were suspended in the air, its huge body was forcibly twisted, and it even made a jaw-dropping hover in the air. The rebel general holds the bright yellow dragon flag in one hand, and lifts the rein of the horse with the other. He rides obliquely on the standing horse, and is illuminated by the rising sun.
At this time, the huge crossbow for defending the city was shot in front of them, rubbing against the belly of the horse.
, Slanting down hard!
The iron crossbow as thick as a child's arm pierced into the bluestone slab of the square, and the gravel flew around, but it didn't even scratch a hair of the rebel general.
The rebel turned his left elbow, drew the reins back, and the steed under his seat turned his head to the left, neighed, and his hoofs landed on the ground. His muscles relaxed and tightened like a puff of smoke, and he ran straight back, galloping back After leaving the camp of the rebel army, he ran back to the side of His Royal Highness the Prince.
The rebel general didn't dismount, but he planted the bright yellow dragon flag heavily on the ground, the flagpole was buried in the ground, standing still, and the dragon flag once again fluttered in the morning wind, shining brilliantly.
Then he turned his horse's head, remained silent, and looked at the two small black dots above the imperial city.
Just counting the time, this rebel general has done something that most people can never do. From the moment he jumped out of the middle camp, tens of thousands of rebels began to shout, and as he took back the dragon flag , rushing back to the middle camp, the cheers of tens of thousands of people became louder and louder...
And when the rebel general inserted the dragon flag back on the ground and the flag fluttered in the wind, the applause of the rebels finally reached its peak!
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"Excellent..." Fan Xian gently wiped the cold sweat from his palms, and expressed an opinion that one of the commanders should never express at this moment, "In my Daqing army, there are indeed countless fierce generals. invincible."
Fan Xian smiled and said, "It's Gong Dian... He has been the deputy commander of the Imperial Army for so many years, and of course his understanding of the city guards is much better than you and me. What's more, he himself is an eighth-rank master. Risking their lives to capture the flag, this kind of courage is really admirable."
The eldest prince frowned slightly, and said: "So it's him... No wonder, no wonder... General Gong has herded horses on the border of Dingzhou since he was a child. He has learned riding skills from barbarians, and he is known as the number one in the army."
It was not the first time for Fan Xian to hear about the origin of the palace code. He quietly looked at the rebel camp, and found that most of the princes were surrounded by generals from the Qin family, while the Ye family in Dingzhou seemed to have only A palace code appeared there.
Gong Dian, the former deputy commander and minister of the imperial guards of the Qing Kingdom, and a former confidant of Emperor Qing, chose to use the Hanging Temple because of Emperor Qing's suspicion of the Ye family. prison.
Fan Xian participated in the matter of the Hanging Temple from the beginning to the end, and was seriously injured once. Many secrets in it are still unclear, but he knows that His Majesty the Emperor, because of his suspicion, has brought much horror to the capital today. opposition forces.
Fan Xian's heart moved again. The Eldest Princess Chen Pingping and Lin Ruofu have said on different occasions that His Majesty has no major weaknesses in this life, but he can be defeated because of his suspicion.
The First Prince suddenly raised his head and said, "It's a tie."
Fan Xian nodded. He knew what the First Prince meant by a tie. The rebel army was besieging the palace. With the defense force in the palace, they couldn't last for a few days anyway. So they had to fight at the very beginning. Use the most direct means to defeat the momentum of the rebel army. Although I dare not expect to win the morale of the army by capturing the flag, at least it will prevent the opponent from rushing in in one go, forming a momentum with a relatively slow process.
That's why there was an extremely brutal sniping in front of Zhengyang Gate, and the use of the city guard crossbow for the first time in half a century. Even if it only sniped one person, it would make the rebels feel cold.
However, Gong Dian's chic capture of the flag turned this momentum back again. Fortunately, although the rebels were once again in high spirits at this time, judging by the opponent's formation, they probably wouldn't attack right away.
The rebels had a clear advantage, why didn't they attack right away, Fan Xian could count. The defense of the palace has natural advantages. The walls are high, the walls are thick and the crossbows are sharp and the heart is united. The power in the palace is dead. If the rebels come to attack, the lethality of putting them to death and then reviving, the prince can't help but think twice.
The more critical question is, who will attack
"Although the heavenly soldiers and generals I was looking forward to have not arrived yet." Fan Xian said to the eldest prince with a gentle smile, "But I think the rebel army is actually a headache too. They are not monolithic. In name, both Ye and Qin's families support the prince. But what will the crown prince think? Ye Zhong is the father-in-law of the second child..."
He raised his hand and pointed to a military horse far away on the right, and said, "The second child and Ye Zhong should be over there. You said the crown prince is willing to let the old Qin's family charge forward, but let the second child pick a big deal?"
The eldest prince said calmly: "Of course the second child is also reluctant to let his father-in-law go out. He has a lot of things on his mind. If the final capital is all gone, he knows how Chengqian will deal with him in the future."
"Exactly." Fan Xian patted the blue brick wall of the imperial city lightly, looked at the rebel camp that was slowly approaching the imperial city in front of him, and said softly, "We two brothers both have evil intentions, so we don't want to discuss it." , I can’t fight at all.”
"Of course, no matter how you look at them, they are all lions, and we are antelopes... But they don't want to lose too much, so they will definitely persuade them to surrender." Fan Xian said with his head bowed, "The prince is a gentle man."
The prince is playing in the name of righteousness, not here to rebel, so if you don't say a few glorious words, just come to fight like this, wouldn't it mean that the archway is not open yet, so you have to prepare to receive guests
Fan Xian expected that this was something that all the rebels would never be able to do, so he quietly waited for Prince Li Chengqian to speak.
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Tens of thousands of rebels had already assembled, formed a formation, and slowly approached the imperial city. The blackness was like dark clouds overwhelming the city, which made people feel very palpitating. The rebel army, like a black cloud, stopped two arrows away from the imperial city. In the crowd, several people from the middle camp of the rebel army slowly drove out. They were the prince and the important general beside him.
The prince was surrounded by generals of the Qin family, but Gong Dian, who had shown his unrestrained skill earlier, fell behind the two cavalry.
Fan Xian squinted at this scene and saw a lot of things clearly. Gong Dian followed the prince. This must be the loyal attitude of the Ye family, but the prince did not have much trust in the Ye family.
On the right hand of the crown prince is Mr. Qin. This old man has re-dressed for battle today, and put on the armor that he has not worn for a long time. His old face has accumulated the murderous aura accumulated in countless years on the battlefield. His eyes that were cloudy in the past are staring at him like eagles The juniors in the imperial city did not show any signs of oldness at all.
With Mr. Qin's status and authority in the Qingguo Palace, there is no doubt that he is the core leader of the rebel army today. The queen mother believes in him, and the prince also believes in him. He has also returned strong enough support to the queen mother and prince.
It's just that the few strands of white hair seeped out from the armor, blown by the morning wind in the capital, looking a little lonely.
Fan Xian had excellent eyesight, and silently looked at the veteran of the Qing army. For some reason, he thought of Zagallo walking against the wind after the semi-finals between Brazil and the Netherlands in the previous life when he watched the 1998 World Cup in his previous life. His white hair was blown to a miserable state.
It wasn't emptiness, it wasn't distraction, it was just subconsciously recalling that scene. Fan Xian took a deep breath, thinking that Zagallo's feats for generations would end in a dismal end after winning that match. How could you, Mr. Qin? exception!
At this moment, the old man Qin, who was cursed by Fan Xian, took a look at the prince, opened his mouth slowly, and said to the imperial guards above the imperial city: "You are soldiers of the Qing Kingdom, how dare you help Fan Xian, a king-killing traitor?" A thief? Listen to the announcement with the prince..."
As soon as Mr. Qin opened his mouth, the air in the square above the entire imperial city buzzed!
Fan Xian's pupils shrank, and he and the First Prince exchanged a glance, both of them could see the fear in each other's eyes—Old Master Qin has such a strong cultivation base and profound skills!
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Fan Xian quietly wiped the sweat off his palms on the green bricks. He had been wondering who the real strongman of the Qin family was, but he never thought that the ninth rank hidden in the Qin family was actually the old man Qin himself. !
That old and weak old guy is actually a super strong man on the ninth rank!
This fact rushed into Fan Xian's heart all of a sudden, making his face look ugly. Under the fame, there is nothing worthless! The Qin family has spanned the world for decades, and Old Master Qin has always been the number one in the army of the Qing Kingdom. Even the arrogant Yan Xiaoyi respects him very much, and it really makes sense.
Fan Xian's right index finger trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of excitement. It was so hard to snipe Yan Xiaoyi back then, but today sniping this old man must give him a stronger sense of accomplishment.
However, when he took another look at Gong Dian who was silently following in the rebel camp, his right index finger regained his composure, and shouted to the city wall: "Qin Ye!"
At this moment, Old Master Qin's first sentence hadn't finished yet, and Fan Xian had already uttered these two words. These two words were mixed with his domineering true energy, although they were not as pure and grand as Old Master Qin's voice, But it was extraordinarily violent, and immediately silenced Mr. Qin's voice!
Tens of thousands of people both above and below the city cast their eyes on Fan Xian above the imperial city.
Old Master Qin frowned slightly, as if he hadn't thought that Fan Xian's domineering zhenqi would be so powerful, let alone that he would hear this name that he hadn't heard for a long time under the imperial city.
Qin Ye? In this world, apart from the empress dowager who dares to call herself like that, who else would dare
Fan Xian dare. The faces of the generals of the Qin family beside the crown prince showed angry expressions.
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"Qin Ye!"
Fan Xian yelled again, and it spread around the palace, shaking everyone's minds and attracting the attention of Old Master Qin.
From a very long distance, under the eyes of everyone, Fan Xian looked at the place where old master Qin was, and said faintly, "You only have one son, where is he?"
Qin Heng entered from Zhengyang Gate, the closest distance. However, up to this moment, the rebel army had surrounded him, but he still hadn't arrived. The rebel generals had already been secretly worried about this matter. Hearing Fan Xian's words at this time, they couldn't help but feel palpitations.
Mr. Qin's eyes narrowed, but he didn't show any overly shocked expression.
After a short pause, Fan Xian said in a cold voice, "You should have guessed something... Yes, your eldest son was shot to death in the camp by my subordinate Jing Ge. Qin Heng was arrested at Zhengyang Gate today. Overwatch Council kills!"
"If you dare to betray His Majesty, I will make your old Qin family... cut off your sons and grandchildren!"
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What vicious words, what thorns directly at the hearts of the people! The battlefield fell into suffocating silence again in an instant. The eldest prince glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't seem like a good choice for you to drive the old man crazy at this time."
Fan Xian looked straight at the place where Prince Li Chengqian was, and said quietly, "I just want to see if the old man is mad with anger and the prince is not, will there be any problems between them."
The development of the situation did not continue according to Fan Xian's idea. After hearing Fan Xian's vicious words, the old man Qin just slowly lowered his head, and then slowly raised his head. His old face wrapped in armor There was indifference, and there was no change in emotion.
"Fan Xian, first of all, I would like to thank you for helping me solve a problem that I have had for many years." Old Master Qin said slowly, his voice spread in all directions, "My eldest son was picked out in the camp, and the murderer should have died in the prison It was the same when I checked the files later, but I never found the corpse of the villain... Only now do I know that it was taken away by that old black dog."
The military veteran said slowly: "I will leave you with a whole body, and as for Chen Pingping, I will let him be cut into pieces."
"As for Qin Heng, the old man has always had confidence in this child. Even if you can stop him for a moment at the Zhengyang Gate, how can you get him." Old Master Qin said indifferently: "Even if he dies, so what? The general will inevitably die in battle. , if he dies in your scheme, then his death will be glorious."
"Break off sons and grandchildren?... I have never even been afraid of your witchy girl's mother, do you think you can anger this old man with these two sentences?" Mr. Qin looked at the younger generation at the top of the wall with sarcasm, and said every word.
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"The old guy is already crazy, let's see how long he can pretend... When the old man is about to die, this kind of nonsense will appear a lot."
Like Old Master Qin, Fan Xian finally learned a secret that he had guessed for a long time at this time. He sighed in his heart, turned his eyes slightly, and looked sincerely at His Highness the Crown Prince beside Old Master Qin, before the Crown Prince could speak. Sincerely said:
"Chengqian, surrender."
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