On the third day of April, Zhao Che announced to send troops to conquer the traitor Zhao Yang. In the afternoon of that day, Zhuge Yue Jingcong led an army of more than 200,000 troops to Zhenhuang.
On the same day, Zhao Yang's personal army, the Southwest Army, also led by some senior generals, rushed from the Southwest Canal to Zhenhuang. The seventeenth prince Zhao Yi was emptied, and the military power of 150,000 troops fell into Zhao Yang's hands again.
As a result, the Ssangyong battle for succession, which had been brewing for many years, finally unfolded vigorously in this season of melting ice and snow.
War has fully demonstrated its brutality from the very beginning. In order to prevent Chu Qiao from destroying the city wall with that method again, Zhao Yang abandoned the towering city wall and sent a large number of troops to set up an ambush 30 miles outside the city to stop him, and started a field battle with Zhao Che and Zhuge Yue, who outnumbered him. In fact, Chu Qiao has only developed a small amount of explosives privately over the years. In order to prevent this super-era weapon from causing mass casualties, Chu Qiao has never passed on the formula of gunpowder.
The dead people were like wormwood after autumn, falling in batches on the crisp and oily green grassland. The shrill horns echoed in the summer sky all day long. Every day after the war, the medical teams of various armies ran to the battlefield carrying stretchers. What they did most was not to rescue, but to stab the wounded who were seriously injured and dying, so that they could be relieved quickly.
Chu Qiao is also a person who has experienced war, seeing such a scene, she still can't help but feel chilled.
She also asked Zhuge Yue in private, must it be like this? Must the soldiers of Daxia kill each other
Zhuge Yue looked at her, with a strange charm on his tough face. He said that civil war is inevitable, Zhao Yang has been in power for too long, and the forces in the DPRK and China are entrenched, especially in the army, he enjoys a high reputation. It is impossible for him to be willing to serve Zhao Che as the master, and Zhao Che and himself have only returned to the country for a short time, and it is even more difficult to evacuate him or split his power. This battle cannot be avoided. Now it is the best time for the civil war to break out of the Emperor Xia's death on his head and let the princes wear down his power in advance.
Chu Qiao actually wanted to ask Xia Huang if he was really dead, and who did it? Is it Zhao Yang, Zhao Che, or Zhuge Yue
But in the end she still didn't ask, Zhuge Yue took the initiative to tell her.
It was God's will to say it, a doctor in the imperial pharmacy was corrupt and cheated, and secretly bought a batch of mold medicine. However, Emperor Xia's condition relapsed during those few days. He secretly ordered the trusted imperial doctor to change the prescription, and he was afraid that the government and the public would know that his condition had worsened, so he did not publicize it to the outside world. Coincidentally, among the batch of mold medicines, there was a medicine that was necessary for Xiahuang's new medicine. Zhao Yang was the first to know about this matter, he was the general in charge of the Gyeonggi Army, and he had placed several cronies in the imperial pharmacy in the early years to get the news in time. But he didn't know that Zhao Che had a close friend beside him, so the news he knew passed into Zhao Che's hands.
In this way, Emperor Xia took new medicines every day, his personal medical officer was only responsible for prescribing medicines, and the eunuchs who tested the medicines were also in good health, and were not killed by the moldy medicines. And the frail Emperor Xia finally passed away on the day of Zhuge Yue's wedding.
Emperor Xia had been cautious all his life, and he might never have thought that he would die at the hands of a corrupt and fraudulent little doctor in the end. But his two sons knew about this, but none of them thought of saving his life.
After Chu Qiao knew about it, she was silent for a long time, and she couldn't help but think of Yan Xun, feeling a little sad in her heart.
Yan Xun's greatest wish in his life is to kill Emperor Xia to avenge his parents and relatives. But now, he is in power and has a strong army, but his enemy has died of illness on his bed under the scouring of the years. I don't know how he will feel when he hears the news. Laughing happily, or crying bitterly? Maybe not, maybe he will just sit quietly, suppress all his emotions in his heart, and then continue to do what he should do the next day.
The horn sounded, and Zhao Yang sent three more cavalry regiments to kill them from the flanks. Zhuge Yue ordered to deploy four auxiliary corps to meet Zhao Yang's army from the side.
The war has lasted for two days and two nights without stopping for a moment, and various tactics have been used in turn. Both Zhao Yang and Zhuge Yue are the first-class handsome talents in the world, and their strengths are comparable this time. Under head-to-head confrontation, no one has an obvious advantage.
Chu Qiao's Xiuli Army also took part in the battle three times, coordinating with the Qinghai Navy to attack Zhao Yang's right flank, and He Xiao's men tore through the enemy's gap twice, but they were quickly blocked by the enemy.
Everyone knows that this is a battle for imperial power. The victor will aspire to the world, and the loser is doomed to die without a burial. And these followers of them will also face the same fate, so no one flinches, even if the last drop of blood is shed, they will die on the battlefield.
In the early morning of the third day, Zhuge Yue sat on the general platform in military uniform. He did not give an exciting speech, but just drew his sword and said loudly to his subordinates: "This is the last day. After this battle, we will be carried away." Into history."
"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"
Thousands of thick voices shouted together, Chu Qiao stood behind the crowd, half-closed her eyes, looked at the man surrounded by thousands of troops against the light, smiled slightly, showing a mouthful of white teeth.
Accompanied by a low-pitched sound like thunder in the sky, a faint black shadow appeared on the open field. On the endless grassland, Zhuge Yue's army finally formally encountered Zhao Yang's main force. Two days of hard fighting caused heavy losses to both sides, but they are still standing here with high morale, without any retreat.
The shadow is rapidly expanding, like a cloud of black clouds, spreading mightily across the sky, with no end in sight. Under the shining of the sun, a large cloud of billowing dust was brought up, and they stared at Zhuge Yue's army in a dense charge formation.
Two hundred feet, one hundred feet, fifty feet...
As they got closer, both sides could almost smell the warm breath from the nose of the other's horse.
The breath of death echoed on the battlefield, and scavenged crows hovered in the sky above, making ugly strange calls from time to time.
The rumbling drums sounded, thousands of horseshoes moved restlessly, and the ground shook unstoppably. The sound rose from under the soles of people's feet and penetrated all the way into the bone marrow of the spine, making one's heart chill.
The fierce battle was imminent, and everyone held their breath, holding the handle of the knife tightly, as if they wanted to grab the handle of the knife out of the water.
"Attack." Zhuge Yue raised his head and gave the order to attack lightly. And at the same time he gave the order to attack, the same order was passed down from Zhao Yang's army.
The cavalry in the front row drew out their sabers, and the sound of the uniform drawing of the sabers spread across the earth for a while, as neat as a god sneezed. The chilling wind blows on the plain, the sky and the earth are boundless, and there is a dignified blood across the blade, pointing at the opponent from afar, waiting for a fierce battle of life and death.
However, at this moment, a series of heavy hoofbeats suddenly sounded from the extremely distant ancient road, blowing into the vast battlefield along with the fierce north wind.
"Urgent battle report for three thousand miles! General Southwest Zhu asks for help from the imperial capital! Urgent battle report for three thousand miles! General Southwest Zhu asks for help from the imperial capital!"
The young messenger soldier, covered in ashes, rushed into the battlefield like lightning. Under everyone's horrified eyes, he jumped off his horse and shouted: "General! Your Highness! Don't fight anymore! Southwest Zhanbao! Southwest has Battle report!"
Hundreds of thousands of people were silent at the same time, and no one responded to this soldier who was so bold that he rushed to the battlefield rashly.
"What are you talking about?" A deep voice sounded slowly, Zhao Yang, as the leader of the Southwest President, and all the soldiers under his command were from the mainland of the Southwest, he took a step forward and asked in a deep voice.
"Your Highness! Your Highness, help me!" The little soldier was overjoyed when he saw Zhao Yang, and hurriedly said, "Yan Xun led an army of 400,000 to break through the pass and enter our country. Within two days, they swept across 19 provinces. reduced to ashes."
"Bewitching words to confuse the crowd!" Yue Qi, holding a sword in his hand, sat on the back of a horse in military uniform, and said coldly, "There are as many as 300,000 guards at Yanming Pass, how could Yan Xun enter the Southwest without a sound?" territory?"
Everyone heard the words and said it was true, Chu Qiao suppressed the shock in her heart, and also felt that this matter was unreasonable. Even if there is a civil war in the country, everyone knows the importance of Yanming Pass and the threat from Yanbei, so neither Zhao Yang nor Zhao Che dispatched a single soldier from Yanming Pass. But in a few days, how could Yan Xun break through the Yanming Pass and enter the hinterland of Great Xia
"Lord Sima, what Yanbei broke through was not Yanming Pass, but Baizhi Pass!" The messenger said sadly, "There was a great chaos in Bian Tang, Princess Jing'an raised the flag to rebel, contacted the old department of King Jing'an, and led troops to open the Tang House without permission." At the pass, let the Yanbei army enter Biantang. The defenders in the southeast of Biantang were all dead, and the capital of the country was in danger. Yanbei took the way to Biantang and joined forces with the Huai Song army to attack our army's Baizhiguan. All the southwestern defenders of Baizhiguan were transferred away. Now There were less than 10,000 soldiers, and the Beacon Tower was destroyed by the spies of the Fourth Master Feng in the city, so the news could not be delivered, so in less than two days, the entire southwest land fell!"
In an instant, needles could be heard on the battlefield, and the north wind was bleak, quietly blowing across the petrified battlefield.
On the sixth day of April 882 in the Baicang calendar, a joking news shocked everyone like a bolt from the blue:
"On the third day of April, Yan Xun led 400,000 Yanbei Army, via Bian Tang, and invaded Great Xia. All the land in the southwest fell, and about 4 million people became slaves."
Wei Shuye raised his head, and the fiery red sun came into view, the rising red was like bright blood, the wild grass was bleak, chilling and shaking. The rumbling war drums roared in his ears, and thousands of soldiers rushed towards him, and the iron-gray shadows covered the battlefield bit by bit like a flooding tide.
He was covered in blood, his handsome face was already stained with blood, his hair was tangled and covered with foul-smelling plasma, his sword had been broken, and the horse's legs were already shaking, overwhelmed.
The powerful enemy invaded, and the southwestern land fell. The mortal enemy of Daxia opened the country's gate, and led the army of tigers and wolves to wreak havoc on the empire. However, apart from a few defenders in the southwest, he was the only one of all the clan leaders in the entire Daxia Kingdom to lead troops south to fight against the enemy.
Along the way, he saw too many aristocratic families leading the family army to flee northward, and the endless flow of people was like a long dragon, swarming northward continuously. They drove carriages, dressed in fancy clothes, brought a large amount of gold and silver jewels and personal guards, and even some local provincial officials fled to Zhenhuang in a hurry with the local guards. The civilians of Dao rushed to the side, their faces were full of panic, and they couldn't see the noble posture in their daily life.
Wei Shuye also tried to organize these troops, and he even ordered the roads to be blocked, and drew swords on the fleeing noble officials. However, those people gave him good reasons one after another: defending the imperial capital, retreating strategically, rushing to the capital to stop the civil war, preserving the elite strength of the empire in order to fight the enemy, etc. In short, they would rather fight him, Wei Shuye, than return. Turn around and fight Yan Beijun.
Someone shouted cursingly, saying that there was not a single regular defender in the Southwest left, and they were all sent back to fight the civil war by the princes. The royal family members don't want this country anymore, so why should they go to war
Faced with these noisy voices, Wei Shuye was speechless.