Chang'an.
The city has long been under martial law, shops in the eastern and western cities are basically closed, and there are very few pedestrians on the streets. The patrolling soldiers passing by from time to time, the metal symphony sound from the iron armor ring, conveyed the signal of the extraordinary era coldly and clearly.
The mountains and rain were about to come, and the wind filled the building. Although the war had not yet started, the dark clouds of the war had already shrouded the city. Even the blazing sun seemed to be mixed with a chilling chill.
Martial law is not only imposed on the neighbors, even the palace.
Many masters who are rarely seen in ordinary times also revealed themselves at this moment, appearing inside and outside the palace walls from time to time. With the enemy at present, no one knows whether the other party will send a big monk to assassinate. The emperor's safety is of paramount importance.
At the end of Zhuque Avenue, there is a tall and majestic city tower. Sweaty soldiers and young men are carrying defense equipment to the top of the city in groups.
The generals never stopped shouting orders, but other than that, there were not many noisy voices. Everyone tried not to speak, and the silence deepened the oppressive atmosphere.
In front of the city tower, Lieutenant Yang Fuguang of the Shence Army and Prime Minister Wang Duo were standing side by side, looking at the Fengxiang Army outside the city, frowning.
Different from ordinary feudal towns, the Fengxiang Army has fought many battles during the Battle of the Dynasty, so there are many soldiers and strong soldiers, and the battle formation is unforgettable at a glance. Even the Wei River has been hidden in the sea of iron armor.
In the Battle of Huangchao, Yang Fuguang, who led the Zhongwu Army and made a lot of contributions with Li Ye, was worshiped as a lieutenant of the Left Army of the Shence Army after the war. Unlike Liu Xingshen and Han Wenyue's perverse actions, he did not fight for power and profit after taking office, but instead refined the Shence Army day and night.
Although it is not too long now, the military training has been quite effective, and the Shence Army has taken on a new look, which also gives Yang Fuguang some confidence at the moment.
He said to Wang Duo: "Fengxiang was originally strong and strong. After defeating Wang Chongrong, Li Maozhen annexed his Hezhong army, and now his power has increased greatly, with no less than 300,000 troops. The strength of the driver. The Fengxiang army has recently won a big victory, and their morale is high. We can't take it lightly and surprise the emperor."
Prime Minister Wang Duo has experienced ups and downs in the officialdom and is a prudent man. He approves of Yang Fuguang's words. As a student of Confucianism, he hated Li Maozhen's crimes even more.
At this moment, he said angrily: "Li Maozhen has a surly temper and is not a son of man! The former envoy of Fengxiang tried to hijack the emperor's holy car, but later King An arrived in time, and he led his troops to defect and made some contributions. Fengxiang Jiedushi. Unexpectedly, after many years, he would also embark on the old path of the former Fengxiang Jiedushi. I really don’t know what it means, and he deserves to be hacked!"
Yang Fuguang didn't comment on this kind of venting words. He has been thinking in his mind, what should he do if Fengxiang Army really attacked the city.
After Wang Duo finished venting, he suddenly asked Yang Fuguang: "Recently there have been rumors that the reason why Li Maozhen dared to rebel is because of the support of military strategists. I wonder if this is true?"
Yang Fuguang holds the Divine Strategy Army in his hand, so the news is naturally better than Wang Duo's. He didn't intend to hide this matter from him, so he nodded and admitted: "It is reported that some time ago, a large number of disciples from the Songyang Holy Land of the military family went west to Fengxiang. He was entrusted with a military position by Li Maozhen. When Li Maozhen attacked Wang Chongrong, there were countless battle formations. Wang Chongrong was negligent in defense, and he was defeated one after another in ten days. "
"This group of rebellious officials and thieves are so lawless! Openly leading the crowd to cause chaos, they are just like Huang Chao!"
Wang Duo was so angry that he cursed for a while, and then continued to ask Yang Fuguang: "I heard that military monks, if they don't join the army and go through battles, they can't achieve the realm of generals. Why did the disciples of Songyang become complete as soon as they arrived in Fengxiang?" Warlord?"
Yang Fuguang sighed.
His eyes were full of worry: "Songyang is a holy place for military strategists, so it naturally has his background. In the peaceful and prosperous times, they are no different from ordinary schools, they just teach disciples the knowledge of military strategists. But in troubled times, military strategists have long been like Taoists teaching disciples widely. In the secret preparations. In the land of Songyang, there are no less than thousands of military disciples gathered, and this is an army in itself."
"Different from the military monks who honed their realm step by step on the battlefield, the outstanding disciples of the Songyang military family have already had the aptitude to become warriors. What they lack is just to master a trilogy and go to the battlefield. With this opportunity, they will quickly achieve the realm of warriors."
This truth is not difficult to understand. In history, there are famous generals who have been honed step by step in the battlefield, and there are also heroes who have been in the cold for decades.
Wang Duo said coldly: "In this way, isn't Chang'an in danger?"
Yang Fuguang said slowly: "It's just a battle. As Tang officials, we are guarding the capital for the emperor. Are we afraid of dying in battle?"
"What the lieutenant said is good!" Wang Duo slammed the knot hard, but immediately he glared at the Fengxiang army outside the city, "There is such a soldier in the military family who doesn't know how to serve the country, but instead helps the tyrant to make trouble for the criminals. He is really not a son of man!"
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Li Maozhen, who was fully dressed, immediately stood in front of the Fengxiang Army's battle formation, and was watching the situation of Chang'an's city defense. His overly fair and handsome face, at this moment, does not have any femininity, but is full of strong and golden gestures.
Especially the pair of flawless phoenix eyes, full of fighting intent and murderous aura.
"Actually, I've always been curious about why military strategists chose Fengxiang instead of near and far."
Li Maozhen used the horsewhip to support the pocket, and when he said this to the middle-aged man in cloth and long gown beside him, his eyes looked a little playful, "Songyang is originally in Henan, so Zhu Wen is a more convenient choice?"
The middle-aged man had a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a burly figure. Although he was wearing a cloth shirt, he couldn't conceal his murderous aura. Even if such a person is teaching in the school, the hooligans will not dare to go up to make trouble when they see it.
Weng Zhao Bingkun said: "Things in the world are not done just because of convenience."
"Oh?" Li Maozhen raised his delicate eyebrows like willow leaves, which showed that he was not satisfied with Zhao Bingkun's answer, "Choosing inconvenient things often means asking for trouble?"
Zhao Bingkun, like most men on the battlefield, is not good at words, so he said directly: "The military strategist chose Li Shuai because he valued Li Shuai. The military strategist did not choose Zhu Wen, and there are reasons for not choosing. Why should Li Shuai ask knowingly?"
Li Maozhen chuckled lightly, twisted his wrist and swung his horsewhip, "As we all know, the Daoist sect chose Zhu Wen. Is the military strategist afraid that he won't be able to make money?"
Zhao Bingkun showed disdain, and snorted coldly: "Everyone in the world is powerful, but it is because they have fairy courts and immortals. However, since the emperor is so powerful that immortals cannot freely descend to the mortal world, the affairs of the world have become more and more important to the immortal court." How much can I control? Leaving aside anything else, as long as my military general reaches the realm of generals, monks in the Taoist fairyland can't do anything!"
Li Maozhen was noncommittal, and continued to turn the horsewhip. No matter how you looked at it, this movement seemed a bit boring.
Zhao Bingkun continued: "In the final analysis, the great battle in the world is the emperor with strong soldiers and horses. The decisive victory depends not on the monks, but on the army! It is true that the Taoist fairy court controls the road to ascension, but I set up a military family and do not ask about the affairs of the heavens." , only seeking meritorious deeds in the world, so what can he do? In a chaotic world, there will be great conflicts, thousands of miles of war, and hundreds of battles. Famous generals will emerge in large numbers. As long as you reach the realm of famous generals, even if you are a great Luo Jinxian, what can you do to me?"
Li Maozhen's movement of turning the whip suddenly stopped.
He repeated Zhao Bingkun's words in a low voice, and chewed silently: "When you reach the realm of a famous general, Da Luo Jinxian can do nothing to me when he descends to earth?"
Zhao Bingkun said proudly: "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, the four schools are equally famous-bah, what kind of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, as far as my Chinese inheritance is concerned, are just three schools of Confucianism and Taoism-it's not without reason. Detached from the world, but my family of Confucianism and soldiers don’t want to care about the affairs of the heavens at all, it’s enough to just ask the world! If he can win the world, what can he do with the Daoist Immortal Court? Can’t he just fall apart!”
Li Maozhen smiled, "Sir, what you said is hard-nosed. However, for thousands of years, there have been many great battles in the world. Although the military strategists are well-known, but in the end, those who control the orthodoxy are all Taoists without exception? It's worthless, but deceiving yourself."
Zhao Bingkun blushed, but still said stubbornly: "Although Xianting is capable, my military strategist will not lose to him! Li Shuai has the ambition to rule the world, so is he still afraid of losing to Zhu Wen in the future?"
Li Maozhen laughed contemptuously: "Zhu Wen? What am I afraid of him for? If there is a hero in the world, even if I really have to choose one I fear, it will not be him, an idle bastard."
When Zhu Wen was not in Huangchao, he had nothing to do with production and was idle all day long. He was indeed no different from a hooligan. This is also the usual rhetoric many people used to criticize him.
Maybe some people don't care about birth, but when it can be used to despise the other party, they will still think of it unconsciously.
Zhao Bingkun naturally knew who Li Maozhen was talking about.
He has been with the other party for a long time, and as the time spent together grows, his understanding of Li Maozhen is also deepening. To say that the other party mentioned the most on weekdays and did not shy away from showing admiration, that was the only one.
But Zhao Bingkun didn't care about this person. He curled his lips and said, "As a minister of the Tang Dynasty, King An is destined to be buried with the Tang Dynasty. It is impossible for the Tang Dynasty to be revived, so he has only one way to die."
"Really? If so, it would be a pity." Li Maozhen looked up at Chang'an City, her phoenix eyes gradually becoming blurred. On the sun-drenched roof of the tower, he seems to have seen the scene of singing to the moon with each other in the past.
From the assassination on the long street that night, to fighting side by side, to parting ways, they were once allies, maybe also friends.
If it weren't for the chaos in the world, they might have always been friends, they were both in the court, and they were ministers of the country in the hall. The past between each other was written in the history books, and it might be passed down as a good story.
In troubled times, things are always more unpredictable, no matter whether they have become sworn enemies now, but the story between them is far from over.
The corners of Li Maozhen's mouth gradually turned up, and a smile that only he could understand spread slowly on his oval face, which was more beautiful than the imperial concubine.
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He slowly pulled out the horizontal knife at his waist and raised it towards the dazzling sun. His smile has not faded, and it seems that there are still many good expectations for the future. Just like a young girl longs for a new dress, a young lady longs for her lover.
Then he said: "Order the three armies: attack the city!"