However, these are not the most important. After this battle, the economy of Zhenhuang City was almost paralyzed. With the temperature approaching June, too many deaths brought plagues and diseases that were hard to resist. Too many merchants and dwellings were reduced to ashes in the fire. Refugees have nowhere to settle, and wounded soldiers lie on the streets. The continuous rainy weather brought even greater disasters to Zhenhuang. Many corpses that were too late to be carried out of the city were dumped in the sewage, soaked and turned white and smelly, turning into a pile of carrion full of flies and bedbugs.
Because before Yan Xun left the city, he burned down the imperial granary, and most of the food merchants were also looted on the night of the turmoil, so for a while, Zhen Huang couldn't even raise food for the disaster relief. In less than half a month, a large number of refugees died of hunger. At the critical moment of life and death, the always docile people of the imperial capital showed their barbaric side, and robbery happened from time to time. These good people who were driven to a desperate situation even dared to rob a small armed army.
In just two days, more than 30 imperial squads sent out to maintain order disappeared without a trace. A day later, people would find some of these people's belongings in the ditch by the roadside. Such as military uniforms, daggers, bayonets, boots, epaulets, or some more intimate things, such as close-fitting underwear, treasured purses, broken hands and feet, gouged out eyeballs, and dense bones...
The order of the imperial capital disappeared in an instant.
Half a month later, the crazy refugees rushed out of Zhenhuang and fled in all directions. However, the Zhao family has no power to recover from the current situation.
Zhao Zhengde stood on the tower of the ruined Shengjin Palace, smiled helplessly, and then led the last group of armed forces, under the protection of General Song Que, to leave the devastated city with chariots and horses.
Three hundred years after the founding of Daxia, this ancient city once withstood the blades of countless alien races.
In the battle of defending the imperial capital in 633, Emperor Baiwei of Great Xia used 8,000 iron cavalry against 200,000 dog soldiers and wolf soldiers. The myth of death.
In 684, the Wolong family, a large family in the eastern part of the empire, betrayed the empire, opened Baishui Pass, and let the Tang and Song coalition forces enter the country. The enemy army rushed all the way, and once killed Sanlipo, which is less than 30 miles away from Zhenhuang City. At that time, Emperor Daxia was traveling in the southeast, and there were only eight-year-old Prince Zhao Chongming and Empress Mu He Jiuge in the country. At that time, Manchu Wen and military forces tried their best to persuade the prince to retreat, but the 27-year-old Mu Hejiuge and his 8-year-old son stood at the top of the city for three days, until the imperial flag floated up Sanlipo and knocked down the enemy. .
During the Red Tide Rebellion in 1974, the gates of the imperial capital were even smashed by the rebels, and the Zhao royal family did not back down in the slightest!
735... 761... 769...
The imperial capital of Zhenhuang, which has stood tenaciously for so many years, and the royal family of the Zhao family, which has stood proudly on the highest plateau in the world for three hundred years, finally left this capital they had stood by for three hundred years on the morning of the ninth day of June. The heart of the empire retreated sadly to the holy city Yundu in the northeast.
Although the historians of later generations criticized this battle a lot, they have to admit that it was the new king of Yanbei, the son of Yan Xun who had been a hostage in the imperial capital for eight years, who made this great achievement. With the strength of one person, with the help of 5,000 samurai of the Great Brotherhood, he accomplished a miracle that the 300,000 army of the Quanrong people, the 580,000 soldiers of the Tang and Song coalition forces, and the rebel army could not accomplish!
The name of Yan Xun spread throughout the north and south of the river, and the whole land of Ximeng was shocked. The lion of Yanbei has finally woken up, and the era belonging to Yanbei has once again begun vigorously amidst the flames of war in troubled times.
On a gray morning, a horn sounded from the tower of Zhenhuang City, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, and the sky was foggy, as if it was going to rain again. More than a dozen warriors in blue armor stood on the city tower, looking at the swaying grass in the distance, and there was no one on the empty post road. The aged soldier let out a low sigh, put down his horn, turned around and walked back.
"Is no one here yet?"
A deep voice sounded slowly, the old soldier was taken aback and raised his head. The man in front of him was in his twenties, handsome and very young, wearing a black cloak that covered the military uniform inside, so he couldn't tell what his identity was. But the veteran can still tell at a glance that this is a noble general, not something ordinary soldiers like himself can compare to.
"If you go back to the general, no one has come yet."
The young man nodded silently, as if he had already expected it. He looked at the bent body of the veteran. His nearly fifty-year-old body could no longer support the military uniform, and the single pattern of double moons on his shoulders looked a bit shabby. The young man frowned slightly, and asked, "Didn't the nineteenth division follow the emperor to Yundu? Why didn't you go?"
"General, the young one is too old to walk that far. Leave the chance of survival to young people." The old soldier sighed in a deep voice, "I have been a soldier since I was fourteen, starting as a groom and continuing to Guarding the city gate, I have been guarding the imperial capital for more than 30 years. I can't just because people here are attacked and the people here run away, I will follow. As long as the city gate is not down, I have to stay here .”
The young man frowned, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and the sparks in his eyes surged, as if a sharp sword was forged in a furnace.
The old soldier didn't pay attention, and continued to babble: "Besides, all my family members died in this battle. It's not interesting for me to go to Yundu alone. It's better to stay here. At least I can find someone I know well." People, see if there are any uncollected neighbors whose corpses need my help to collect. People, it is always safe to go to the ground!"
The young man lowered his head with a sad expression on his face. Behind him were large areas of scorched earth and ruins. Once, there stood the most prosperous buildings and people in the whole continent, the most majestic towers and the most luxurious palaces in the world, but now they have fallen into history.
"General," the old soldier raised his head, rubbed his hands nervously, and was a little nervous. Seeing the gentle expression on the young man's face, he finally asked in puzzlement, "Why didn't any of the lords of the aristocratic families send troops to the imperial capital to support them? Zhuge Master, Lord Wei and the others have returned to their territory, is the empire about to split? Is there going to be a war again? When will Prince Yan bring the Yanbei Army to fight?"
"There won't be such a day!" A calm voice slowly spit out from the young man's mouth, but strong confidence emanated from his words. The young man had a tough face and a deep voice, and he said word by word: "The empire will not be divided, the Yanbei army will not attack, and the emperor will not be destroyed. One day, those who left will come back. Bring back the grandeur of the past, the splendor of the past!"
The veteran was a little dazed, looking at the young man in front of him, the rumors he had heard these days suddenly collapsed. At that moment, he really believed the words of the young general in front of him wholeheartedly. There was hope in the old man's eyes, and he asked excitedly: "Really? They will come back? Can the little one continue to guard the city gate?"
"You will," the young man turned his head and smiled softly, showing his white teeth. "I give you permission to keep it. Even if you are a hundred years old, I will send someone to carry you to the city gate every day. If you If there are still descendants alive, I will authorize your descendants to guard the gate of the imperial capital for my Great Xia Dynasty, and the emperor will not perish, as long as I am still alive, I will never break my promise!"
After all, the young general rummaged through his body, and finally found a fire-blackened silver medal in his pocket. It was engraved with delicate and intricate crape myrtle flowers, which are the national flowers of the Great Xia. At this moment, it looks sacred and desolate. .
"This, as a token."
The old soldier was overjoyed, but on second thought he was somewhat skeptical. He looked at the young man puzzled, and cleverly changed his way of asking, "May I ask which division the general belongs to? Can the younger one know the general's name? "
The young man raised his head. At this time, the sun had risen above the horizon, and the foggy weather just now disappeared, and the sky was filled with golden light.
"I am the commander of the Xiaoqi Battalion, and my name is Zhao Che."
The old soldier was startled, his eyes widened. After a long time, the old soldier knelt on the ground with a bang, kowtowed vigorously and shouted: "The little one has no eyes and no eyes, and offended His Highness the Seventh Highness, please forgive me, and forgive the young one this time."
There was no sound in front, the veteran raised his head, but only saw a tall and straight figure on the steps of the tower. Holding a saber in his hand, the young prince disappeared into the city step by step, with a straight back, like a tree strong enough to open the sky and the earth.
The brilliance was so bright that it dazzled the old man's eyes in an instant. He turned his head to look, and saw a silver sign placed in front of him on the green brick floor, and the crape myrtle flowers were in full bloom, like the warm sun in September!
A hundred years later, Bian Tang's Tengyuan Pavilion history book only left this paragraph of records of that year: After the revenge incident of the Great Peer Association, the Zhao royal family issued a wide-ranging call-up order. Emperor Xia had no choice but to move the capital. The prince Zhao Che guarded the gate of the country, and the prince Zhao Yang asked for his order to pursue the Yanbei army. The Daxia lineage showed fatigue, and it was difficult to lead the huge country and the princes in all directions. Under the dealings of our country's benevolent, sage, moral, wise and wise crown prince, Bian and Tang became the largest country in the world, and the commercial center of Simon's land began to shift from the north. The hearts of the merchants in Daxia were unstable, and they crossed the border into Bian Tang on a large scale. Known as the model of the world, the leader of the world, and the great fortune of the people...
Although historians of later generations maintained a high degree of doubt about the later records about Crown Prince Li Ce, they believed that Yan Xun's rebellion had nothing to do with him at all. Moreover, many people firmly believe that the following words were definitely added by Crown Prince Li Ce himself, because the colors of the ink marks before and after are completely different. If the front is admirable and superb calligraphy, then the handwriting on the back will make even children who have just learned to write feel ashamed.
But this cannot deny the authenticity of the previous ones. After the revenge incident of the Great Peer Association, the great Great Xia Dynasty really went into decline.
When Emperor Zhenhuang was facing a terrible catastrophe that would never happen in a century, Yanbei's last inland team was still wandering around Qiuping Mountain. On the huge Qiuping Mountain Plain, a team of ragged clothes but firm eyes is quietly lurking, like a group of hungry wolves, squatting in place, waiting for the best time to send troops.
Although the big clans did not assist the imperial capital, they all focused their attention on the rebels in Yanbei. It was only at this time that Chu Qiao felt a little relieved about Yan Xun's abandonment of the Southwest Township. Yan's family was beheaded by the empire. Yan Xun had a blood feud with the Great Xia Dynasty, and the Great Fellowship was the recognized leader of the rebels in the mainland. As a result, only Southwest Township was charged with treason. The government envoys one side.