(Third to last day... )
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It was raining in the capital of Nanqing, and it was snowing in Nanjing of the Northern Qi Dynasty. The light snow fluttered gracefully and slowly in the air, filled with the cold air between the heaven and the earth, but still let the temperature drop to a level that humans hate very much.
On the majestic city wall of Nanjing City, General Uesugi Po, who was in charge of the Southern Defense Line of the Northern Qi Dynasty, looked indifferently at the southwest plain. There was no snow on the plain, and the black fertile soil that was hibernating could still be seen. Through layers of wind and snow, his eyes landed on the imposing Nanqing military camp that had stretched for decades.
The flags were buzzing, the camps were continuous, and the endless black stood silently in the wind and snow, like a beast resting for a while, which might charge towards Nanjing City at any time!
The two major frontier armies of Nanqing Yanjing Camp and North Camp attacked with all their strength. During this period, they broke through the three defense lines laid down by the Northern Qi Army one after another, and rushed northward with the momentum of a prairie fire, killing countless Northern Qi soldiers along the way. , has now reached twenty miles in front of the Nanjing defense line, and is taking a short rest.
It seems that the bloodiest and cruelest siege battle between the two great powers in the world is about to break out under the city of Nanjing. Uesugi couldn't help squinting his eyes, gently stroking the scabbard beside him with his palm, watching the subordinates around him moving around like ants, preparing to defend the city with ordnance in the cold weather, feeling the city is full of people. In the tense and panic atmosphere, he couldn't help but sighed.
More than 100,000 cavalry from the Qing army have already arrived, how long can I hold off the most important town in the south of Daqi under my body
Uesugi shook his head, issued several military orders to his subordinate school officers, then turned around and went down the city wall, and came to the temporary front-line camp under the city wall.
This camp was very remote and quiet, outside was guarded by his personal soldiers, there was no fear that anyone could get close. As soon as he entered the tent, Uesugi Po looked at the man in the tent who was dressed in civilian clothes, but he was not angry but mighty. He simply knelt down on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "Father, it seems that Wang Zhikun was killed by someone a few days ago. The vertical ambushes are exhausted, and the attack on the city should not be launched within three days."
At this time, everyone in the world thought that the pillar of the Northern Qi army, the most feared commander of the Northern Qi Dynasty, Uesugi Tiger, should have been buried in Song Guozhou City between the waist and abdomen of the Qing army. When it was about to explode, this hero of the world unexpectedly came to Nanjing city alone without anyone noticing it!
Uesugi Tiger's black silkworm eyebrows trembled slightly, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "Although Wang Zhikun's troops are conservative, he is definitely not a coward. Otherwise, how could Emperor Qing let him lead the soldiers of Yanjing for more than ten years?" ... The harassment these days seems to be our army taking advantage of it, but in fact this person is like a tortoise, and you have not lured any soldiers at all."
Uesugi Po listened to the buzzing voice of his adoptive father echoing in the camp, and looked at his adoptive father with a hint of admiration in his eyes. It had been some time since his adoptive father had secretly returned to Nanjing, so he naturally wanted to prepare for the upcoming battle. If it wasn't for the foster father's secret movement of troops like a god, with the help of three lines of defense, cutting vertically and horizontally, it would be impossible for the Nanqing cavalry to kill the city of Nanjing until today.
"Wang Zhikun is really shameless to the extreme. They obviously have the upper hand in the army, and they are in full swing...but they just put on a posture of defending the city on the plain." Thinking of this, Uesugi couldn't help cursing.
"Don't seek meritorious deeds, but seek no faults. This is where Wang Zhikun's strength lies... Nanqing." Uesugi Tiger suddenly looked away from the map, looked outside the camp, and sighed: "There are so many soldiers, so many generals. I cheat."
A look of exhaustion suddenly appeared on the face of this famous general of the Northern Qi Dynasty. He returned to Nanjing from Song Guozhou City because he was really worried about the defense here. The middle abdomen will directly face the flames of war from the south, and the court must be in chaos.
If Uesugi Tiger and the others used a split strategy, the Nanqing cavalry would still think that he was still staying in Song Guozhou City, and he might be worried to the extreme, but he was secretly presiding over this line of defense in Nanjing. There was only one Uesugi Tiger, but he used this The method can play a role beyond that of Uesugi Tiger.
Facing the army of more than 100,000 soldiers with strict discipline, excellent armaments, and extremely strong combat effectiveness, Uesugi Tiger would not feel at ease no matter how he used his soldiers like a god. In the head-on collision, until the end, it was still national strength and momentum.
Uesugi Tiger is not afraid of Wang Zhikun, he knows his colleague from the south too well, so he is not afraid. In recent years, he has been in charge of the northern qi and southern military affairs, and has always set his sights on the imperial palace in the far south of the capital. He always thought that he understood Emperor Qing's military thinking. If Nanqing really wanted to carry out the Northern Expedition, it would be theoretically necessary to gather all the strength of the whole country to attack the North. At least three frontier armies should be gathered to advance forcefully .
However, there were only two frontier armies outside the city of Nanjing, and Emperor Qing's courage seemed not as strong as he imagined. Uesugi Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly, worried, thinking to himself, what is the king in the south thinking? Is there some trick that I didn't see? Can I still hold on to this country
Confidence is the most important thing for a general. However, in the face of Nanqing's powerful army, Uesugi Tiger does not have the confidence to win the battle. He believes that he can stop the opponent's Northern Expedition for a while, but how long can he stop it
There was a kind of exhaustion occupying Uesugi Tiger's heart. He suddenly thought of the secret decree sent by His Majesty a few days ago. He heard that Nanqing Fan Xian had returned from the temple. He should have arrived in Kyoto at this time. Could it be that the fate of Daqi is about to die? Putting it on Emperor Qing's illegitimate son? Will Fan Xian kill Emperor Qing? Can you kill Emperor Qing
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When Uesugi Tiger was watching the Qing Army camp dozens of miles away in Nanjing City. In the wind and snow, inside the tents of the Qing Army that stretched for more than ten miles, the commander-in-chief, General Wang Zhikun, also looked at the big city in the distance with indifferent eyes. Entering the vital area in the middle of the Northern Qi Dynasty, at that time, the storm will be overwhelming, and even though they will have to face the two lines of defense in front of the capital, it must be much easier to fight than it is now.
Especially when attacking Nanjing at this time, it is necessary to guard against Uesugi Tiger in the city of Song Guozhou behind him. Although the Qing army's offensive is stable, it lacks the heroic momentum that opened up the frontier in the past.
"When will Shi Fei arrive?" Wang Zhikun asked. A general beside him replied without thinking, "The general should arrive in four days."
Wang Zhikun nodded in relief. At the beginning of the Northern Expedition, His Majesty had already drawn up all the strategies. Although Wang Zhikun sometimes felt that His Majesty was not as bold as before, like the Uesugi Tiger in the distant city of Nanjing, his confidence in His Majesty had never weakened.
His Majesty wanted to send Shi Fei to take over the wild army in the North Camp, which did not make Wang Zhikun feel negative at all. He didn't care about people taking credit, and he didn't think that His Majesty didn't trust him, because Shi Fei was originally a his lieutenant.
What's more, the Northern Expedition is now a war to unify the world. No general dares to hope that he can accomplish such a great feat by relying on his own strength.
Occasionally, Wang Zhikun thought that at least he was better than Ye Shuai. Ye Shuai's status was too noble now, and he could only issue orders in the Privy Council of the capital, but he couldn't personally lead the troops like himself.
How many years have you been preparing? Wang Zhikun stood at the door of the tent, letting the snowflakes fall on his armor, squinting his eyes, looking at the big city of Nanjing in the distance, thinking that his feet were actually standing on the territory of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and a sudden feeling of infinity arose in his heart. Pride.
I have been stationed in Yanjing for His Majesty for more than ten years, for today, the magnificent scroll is in front of my eyes, how can there be any regrets in life
Suddenly, a chill flashed in Wang Zhikun's eyes, and his body shivered slightly. Although it was freezing cold, there was no problem with the Qing army's logistics support and momentum, but he was always feeling extremely uneasy. Master Xiao Fan has returned to the capital, will His Majesty be well
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The Imperial Palace of the Northern Qi Dynasty was built on the mountain. There was a mountain stream on the mountain. The mountain stream flowed along the mountain path to the bottom and merged into a clear pool. The pool was lined with blue stones. The clear water in the pool flowed towards the outside of the palace along a deliberately opened gap.
The emperor of Northern Qi was wearing a big cloak and a dragon robe underneath, his eyebrows were slightly raised like a sword, and his lips were tightly pressed. He just sat by the gap in the pool, silent for a long time, without saying a word.
Haitang stood beside him with his back turned, his eyes followed the clear water flowing from the pool, and looked outside the beautiful palace, the river that slowly walked in the capital city in winter.
Before the Dadongshan incident, Master Ku He talked with the Queen Mother in this pool, decided on certain things, drifted away, and finally returned with a slump, and died at the end of his life. He was defeated by Emperor Qing.
Now the Northern Qi court is facing the threat of the powerful monarch in the south, but this time the threat is more real and more direct than the last time. Countless cavalry of the Qing Dynasty have already embarked on the road to invade the north. This ancient capital city was destroyed, and this beautiful black and green palace was lit.
"I can't put all my hopes on him." The Northern Qi Emperor said slowly, with flattened brows and a pale complexion, "Although I believe that there is a sworn feud between him and Emperor Qing, Emperor Qing still has a vengeance with him." It's his biological father, and I probably know better than many people about Fan Xian's capricious and naive feelings."
"And the most important thing is, according to my little aunt's words, that blind master has turned into an idiot." The Northern Qi emperor lowered his head, looked at his deformed face in the water, and suddenly felt the chill in the world, It has become an unprecedented burden, and he is almost out of breath. He said with a hint of disappointment: "If this is the case, who can kill that king in the Nanqing Palace?"
"Everyone knows the ambition of the Qing people. I have been preparing for it for so many years. However, when the battle came together, I realized that I still underestimated the strength of the Qing army." The Northern Qi emperor raised his face, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes. "It's just two frontier armies, and they can kill the city of Nanjing. If Emperor Qing really comes to attack the whole country, it will be Uesugi Tiger. I'm afraid it will not be possible to support it for too long."
"If General Uesugi can't hold on anymore, what will His Majesty do?" Haitang turned around slowly at this time and asked calmly.
"Use the power of the whole country to fight against it." The Emperor of Northern Qi replied with a slight smile, without thinking at all, "This world is my world after all, if jade is to be broken, it will be broken in my hands. I have never given up thought."
Haitang didn't speak any more, she just quietly looked outside the palace, looking towards the south, and lightly clasped her hands together.
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The territory controlled by Dongyi City, the junction of Song State and Xiaoliang State, is a land blown by the sea breeze. It has warmer and more humid weather than Shangjing City and Kyoto. The trees in the mountains and fields still retain a rare blue color. Who would know? Cross the mountain ridge in front of you, walk through the land of the Song Dynasty, and pass through that small state city, will you come to a land of chilling snow
That piece of snowy land was the place where Nanqing sent troops. After the Northern Qi retreated, countless people fought and died.
The lonely army rebelled against the Nanqing court, and the prince of the Qing Kingdom, who had been silent in the world for more than a year, was now in the warm spring mountains, looking directly at the sky, imagining the chilling snowstorm.
Behind him are more than 10,000 loyal subordinates. There is a black line on the side of the mountain. It is the 4,000 black cavalry that Fan Xian handed over to him. However, Jing Ge is leading these black cavalry, and it seems that he is not very willing to listen. his words.
If Thirteenth Wang hadn't returned to Dongyi City and brought Fan Xian's autographed military order to Jing Ge.
The eldest prince withdrew his gaze and glanced at Shisanlang Wang beside him, his heroic face showed no emotion at all. Although the number of troops under his command at this time is not large, it is the most powerful force that Dongyi City relies on. Fighting out of Song Guozhou City, I am afraid that it will bring shocking results that will shock the world.
However, Fan Xian did not ask or beg him to do so. Fan Xian just handed over all his strength to his elder brother, and then through Wang Shisanlang's mouth, he told him his judgment and analysis of the situation in the world. , and then nothing more.
The eldest prince lightly kicked the horse's belly, and led more than 10,000 elite soldiers towards the northwest direction with a silent face. After a few breaths, the four thousand black knights above the mountains also began to rise with the eternal chill and ghostly aura. pull.
Immediately silent, he knew why Fan Xian didn't have any specific words for himself, because he was the same as Fan Xian. Although they both had the blood of Dongyi City, they were Qing people after all. Most of them are also Qing people.
If Nanqing was on the Northern Expedition, would the Qing people like himself betray the imperial court and fight back? I'm afraid that no one can do such a thing. Although these people are all exiled characters, and they have no loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, betrayal and treason are two different concepts after all.
However, in the direction of Dongyi City, it is impossible to watch Emperor Qing break up the Northern Qi in a fit of rage, because if that is the case, Dongyi City will naturally be the second target of the mighty Qing Army. Today's Dongyi City has nominally belonged to Daqing, but under the strength of Fan Xian and the First Prince, the Nanqing court has no control over it. Once there is a chance to mobilize troops to truly conquer it, the Qing court will not let it go. Chance.
If that time comes, Dongyi City will naturally be destroyed, and the eldest prince will only have a dead end. From the moment after Chen Pingping's death, the First Prince had already made this kind of mental preparation, but now that he knew what Fan Xian was going to do in the capital, the First Prince still couldn't help feeling a little gloomy.
Regardless of whether Fan Xian wins or loses, his mood will be gloomy, because that person is his father, his mother is still in the palace of the Qing Kingdom, and his wife and concubine are still in the capital.
The eldest prince slowly raised his head, looked in the direction of the capital, sighed for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, and remained silent for a long time without saying a word.
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The world war has begun, the Shura field has been paved, bones are buried in the road, flesh and blood are splashed in the wild, crows sing strangely in the wind and snow in the sky, endless murderous dangers, covering the whole world, like a lingering The shadow covers the sky above the heads of all the thousands of people.
In such an extremely tense situation, the eyes of many people, including those fierce generals on the battlefield, the supreme emperor, and the lonely rebellious son, are actually watching the capital, because they know that the real victory or defeat depends on the world. The trend is still in the capital of Nanqing, between the father and son who are extremely cruel and ruthless to others and themselves.
As His Majesty the Emperor Qing once said to Ye Wan, the life and death between him and Fan Xian is the real point of the game. It's just that this situation cannot be set up by manpower, but the result of decades of good fortune and karma, and finally condensed the situation. During this condensed process, His Majesty the Emperor himself, the dead woman, Chen Pingping in the autumn rain, so that Fan Xian himself played a role in fueling the flames, so that in the end, the situation became unsolvable and became a deadlock.
Only the sword can cut the knot, only life and death can be freed.
In the city of Kyoto, where countless eyes are watching, the common people don't feel the smell of blood on the front line, and they don't even know about the shocking events that happened in the Forbidden Palace at this time. The people at the crossing of the road are crying incessantly.
Hu Dashi in the scholar's mansion couldn't hear these crying voices, but he knew what happened in the palace immediately. It was not the day of the Great Court Meeting, and he still had enough eyeliner and rank, so he was stunned immediately .
A year ago, all the officials of the He faction were killed by Fan Xian and the Supervisory Yuan. In this year, Master Hu Dashi commanded the Zhongshu, the three temples, the three courtyards and the six departments, and managed the Qing court in an orderly manner. His Majesty When he was seriously injured and couldn't see things, this great scholar was still calm and calm. Dongshan fell in front of him without changing his expression, which was very effective in maintaining the peace of the Qing Kingdom.
However, when he heard the news today, all the composure and tranquility of Master Hu suddenly collapsed. He didn't apply face cream today, so the wrinkles on his face looked extraordinarily deep. Standing in the garden of the scholar's mansion, he looked extraordinarily Old, praying to God not to bring any misfortune to Daqing.
In another impoverished area in Kyoto, in a simple house, Sun Jingxiu, the former Governor of Kyoto, who has been out of prison for a long time, is being supported by his daughter, Miss Sun Jia, coughing and drinking medicine while being tossed in prison. If it wasn't for the secret care of several wives in Fan's mansion, this serious and serious governor of Kyoto would have died long ago. However, the current Sun family has long been in decline. Except for the three generations of the family, the servants have all disappeared, and the concubine has also escaped. The life is really miserable.
Sun Yan'er comforted her father with a gentle voice, but she thought in her heart that she would go to Fan's mansion someday to thank the princess for the medicine, but she had no clothes to wear, and then thought that Mrs. Fan is poor now and is living or dying ? I couldn't help being a little crazy for a while.
At this moment in Fan's residence, Lin Wan'er was sitting in the flower hall with a solemn expression, and Sisi was sitting behind her, each holding a child. She said to the daughter-in-law of Master Fuji in front of her: "There is no need to escape, but the servants in the mansion will disperse as soon as they can."
The daughter-in-law of Master Fuji vaguely guessed something, and she was not willing to leave. Lin Wan'er would not force it, because these family members of the Fan clan would not be able to leave even if they wanted to, so she just stared blankly at Fan Liang in her arms.
Last night Fan Ruoruo was urgently called into the palace, and there was no news of His Majesty feeling unwell recently, so Lin Wan'er immediately guessed something. Especially since last night, the weird atmosphere that began to pervade the capital made her even more confident.
You're still alive, why don't you go home and have a look first? Even if uncle wants to kill you, you want to kill uncle, but...but...couldn't you let me see you for the last time before
As soon as she thought of this, sadness came from her, and a few tears fell from her eyes, dripping on Fan Liang's perplexed immature face.
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While Lin Wan'er was worrying helplessly and sadly about Fan Xian's life and death, Fan Ruoruo, who was summoned into the palace last night, had successfully escaped the guard of the inner court masters and disappeared into the deep palace. The current imperial palace was in chaos, and it was impossible to find her whereabouts for a while. It seems that this girl's family is not only successful in learning arts from Qingshan, Wuzhu's training of her in the snowy night of Cangshan Mountain was far more successful than the teaching of Fan Xian back then.
At this time, she was wearing a palace lady's clothes, but she was wearing a very moving feeling. The clothes were slowly fluttering in the light rain, and she walked slowly along the palace wall in the direction of the Tai Chi Hall, along the way. I saw the pale eunuch and court lady who was startled by the sound of fighting, sneaking towards the harem, who cares who she is and what she does.
Then at a remote palace gate that was about to turn to the Tai Chi Hall, she saw the eunuch Hong Zhu, it seemed that Hong Zhu had been waiting for her here for a long time. The two looked at each other calmly.
Fan Ruoruo looked at Hong Zhu calmly, but in fact, countless thoughts turned in her heart, because she didn't know why, a few months ago, this popular head eunuch would suddenly contact her secretly.
Hong Zhu crouched and left the palace gate. He didn't explain anything, because he thought Mr. Fan was dead. After thinking about it for a long time, the little thing hidden in his bones finally led him to find the Fan family. Miss, she told about her relationship with Fan Xian, maybe... it's just that the eunuch didn't want him to keep the secret between him and Fan Xian, and waited alone in the deep palace.
Fan Ruoruo knew that her brother was still alive, and with the help of the eunuch, she sneaked into the palace. This fact made her very happy, but then the joy turned into deep worry, because she knew what her brother came to the palace for.
She walked to the palace gate, and walked to a large copper tank filled with water. Through the palace gate, she listened to the palpitating sound of the imperial city not far away, the sound of those iron rods piercing armor and bone. . The look of worry on her brows became heavier, knowing that even the master came today.
Then, through the gap between the palace gates, she looked at the bright yellow figure in front of the main hall of the Tai Chi Hall in the distance, pursed her lips slightly, remained silent for an unknown amount of time, and finally made up her mind.
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His Majesty the Emperor put his hands behind his back, holding the white silk with both hands in his sleeves, only he knew that there were blood stains like peach blossoms on the white silk.
Eunuch Yao had already been driven away by him. At this moment, there was no guard around him, standing in front of the rain curtain, he looked so lonely.
And in the light rain in front of him, a lonelier figure slowly walked over.
Wuzhu finally came.
The light rain was still dripping on the black cloth on his face, and the iron rod he was holding tightly was still dripping blood, a smell full of blood came from his wet body. See through through the cloth clothes.
I don't know how many forbidden troops were killed, Wuzhu finally walked here step by step from the direction of the imperial city. The iron chisel in his hand, which usually seemed indestructible, pierced countless hard armors and throats. At this time, the sharp chisel point has been ground to a flat end, and the chisel body bends!
Wuzhu is not a human being, but he is not a god either. He was still injured in the face of the elite combat forces in the world, and he was still injured, especially on the road from the imperial city. The officers and soldiers of the imperial army in heavy armor used their bodies as boulders against the enemy, blocking in front of him, successfully delaying his steps and hurting his body.
The forbidden army's interception was heroic, but Wuzhu still managed to kill him!
It's just that the brazing iron in his hand is useless, his tightly tied black hair has long been messed up, the cloth shirt on his body has countless holes, and for some reason, one of the clothes under his waist has been burnt into a piece. debris.
The most palpitating thing is that during the chaotic battle, the blind boy's leg seemed to be broken by some kind of heavy weapon, and twisted to the side and rear at a completely unreasonable angle. It seemed that the bones had been twisted into pieces. Abnormal, unable to walk at all!
But Wuzhu was still walking, he stared at His Highness Emperor Qing through the layer of black cloth that was about to fall off, using the deformed iron braze in his hand as a crutch, dragging his disused left leg, struggling in the rain Walking stubbornly, he has to walk in front of Emperor Qing.
The rain has long since weakened, pattering down the ground, but the bluestone slabs in front of the Tai Chi Hall are still covered with water, and Wuzhu's twisted left leg is dragging in the rain, making a terrifying sound.
Every time there was friction, the corners of Wu Zhu's thin lips would twitch a little, he must have felt pain too, but he had forgotten the pain, he just walked towards Emperor Qing in front of the palace step by step.
Emperor Qing quietly looked at Wu Zhu who was getting closer and closer, and suddenly said: "I finally confirmed that you are not a dead thing...but all dead things, why do you have such strong love and hatred?"
At this moment, the palace gate, which had been closed all the time, suddenly opened wide, and Ye Zhong, who was covered in sewage, rode on his horse, leading the remaining soldiers of the imperial army and the cavalry of his own relatives, and rushed towards the Tai Chi Hall, with thunderous hooves, The rain on the shaking ground trembled.
But in an instant, hundreds of elite Qing soldiers surrounded Wuzhu again, but they looked at Wuzhu surrounded by themselves, and at the distorted person who was still standing stubbornly, but they didn't feel the slightest bit. Emotion of joy.
Especially the dozen or so Qingmiao ascetic monks who suddenly appeared next to His Majesty at this time, those ascetic monks wearing hats and possessing great strength, when they saw Wuzhu, especially after seeing the color of the liquid flowing out of the wound on Wuzhu's body , was pale and trembling all over.
The blood that flowed from Wu Zhu's body was also hot and red, but it was golden red, and it gradually faded in the light rain. Not many people could notice it, but these ascetic monks wearing hats did.
All the ascetic monks were struck by lightning at this moment, kneeling in the rain, and kneeling in front of Wuzhu. They were originally the strongest personal defense force of Emperor Qing, but at this moment, they had to surrender. In front of the lame blind man.
How dare mortals disrespect the messenger when he comes to the world in person? Is this God's punishment for Daqing? (, If you want to know what happens next, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, support the original!)