On a rainy night, the raindrops hit my face, which made it itchy and painful.
Horse hooves trampled the depressions, mud and water splashed everywhere, wet willow leaves, and the wind continued.
"Damn it, why is it raining? We still have to climb the mountain! If you ask me, it should stop raining before we come out."
"Silence!"
Snapped!
A hand wrapped in a linen belt slapped on the head of the soldier who had just spoken, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
When he was about to curse, he found that his family was looking at his neck with squinting eyes. He was so frightened that he quickly swallowed the words that were on his lips again.
"We have to wait until the rain stops before we go up the mountain. With less than 4,000 troops, can we defeat Longxiang or destroy Fengxiang? I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to defeat Yulinwei."
Although Xiaobing didn't curse out loud, Baihu obviously didn't want to let him go. He pulled Xiaobing up by his ears and cursed in a low voice.
He is venting his fear!
Although he also wants to avenge his father and is very skilled, otherwise he would not be allowed to serve as a hundred households.
But the fact is here, there are at least nearly 20,000 people on the opposite side.
There are less than four thousand of them!
"Okay, stop saying a few words and save your strength to kill a few more thieves, okay?" Qian Hu came over with his horse and stopped Bai Hu's behavior.
It was dark, the road was slippery, and it was raining. The ground was too muddy, so I was waiting for a fall while riding.
But this horse is not for riding, it is for making fire ox and fire horse formations.
They had already prepared the fire oil, and when they came into close contact with the Shangzhi troops, they took the opportunity to send out the fire horse formation and broke through the enemy's position in one fell swoop!
Even if they can't break through, at least it can help them break through the defense line!
The heavy rain and the muddy mountain road made the Donggong Si leaders, who went out to fight in the mountains for the first time as an organized unit, panicked. Wei Ci at the front of the team was also very uneasy.
I always feel like someone is watching me!
Wei Ci looked around with vigilance, especially in the tree canopy. This was where Wei Ci focused his attention.
But it's a pity that it's raining heavily now, and it's not bright in the first place. Wei Ci is also worried that lighting the torch will be discovered by Shangzhi's troops, so he doesn't light it, so he relies on the lights from the main hall of Huaqing Palace on the mountain and the scouts to explore the way bit by bit. Moving forward slowly.
Fortunately, they had already sneaked into Lishan Mountain during the day, not far from Huaqing Palace. Wei Ci estimated that at the current speed, they would be able to find the palace gate in less than half an hour.
The scouts in front were also walking hard.
"Tie a rope."
The scout wrapped a thin rope around a tree, then held on to the end and continued on.
The other end of the rope was held by Wei Ci's soldiers.
"Brother Ninth, I always feel like someone is watching us."
The younger scout suddenly shuddered and felt a little uneasy.
"Stop talking nonsense, don't scare yourself. It's raining so hard and there are no sentry booths nearby, so we are the only ones going up the mountain in the dark," Ninth Brother said mockingly.
After thinking about it, Brother Ninth decided to comfort his little brother.
"But don't be too nervous. It might be a squirrel or an owl or something like that."
Brother Jiu casually pushed aside a piece of grass, and his words stopped abruptly.
A face covered with water drops suddenly appeared less than two feet in front of him, smiling strangely.
look at myself
"Enemy." A cold current surged from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to Tianling Gai. Brother Jiu, who finally realized what he was doing, was about to shout that enemy was attacking, but unexpectedly his throat was cut by the smiling man opposite him, and his heart was pierced by another knife. !
I couldn't say the next word anymore. I could only cover my throat and fall to the ground unwillingly, feeling the blood in my body slowly getting colder.
"Ahhhh!!!" A horrified cry broke the tranquility of the rainy night. Ye Bushuai, who had just killed his opponent, looked angrily at his subordinates who were responsible for dealing with another enemy.
Poof!
The long knife finally cut the man's throat. Ye Buhuan kicked his subordinates to the ground with an angry look. The subordinates also knew that they were wrong and quietly got up without resisting.
"I'll settle the score with you when I get back! Let's go!"
Now was not the time to talk. Ye Bushou and his men who got up took out the bamboo tube wrapped in oil paper, tore one end open and lit the match.
Whoosh——
Boom!
A firework exploded in the air, and the gunpowder burned quickly, igniting a red light, and then burned out quickly. It illuminated the night sky in an instant, turning the entire land red, as if to indicate that tonight there would be a river of blood.
"No, it's exposed. Light the torch, target Huaqing Palace, and attack with the whole army!"
The moment the fireworks exploded in the air, Wei Ci knew that the surprise attack plan had failed. Whether the news was leaked or whether there was a mole was no longer important. The most important thing now was to rush to the Huaqing Palace as quickly as possible and kill the damned one. The old dog and the thief who stole the country!
Quickly shouting to the team behind him, Wei Ci stepped on the tree stump next to him and got on his horse, and then rushed towards the nearest fire.
. . . . . .
As the fireworks exploded, the shouts of death from halfway up the mountain reached the Huaqing Palace, stimulating everyone's heart.
"It's begun." The emperor murmured.
The emperor recalled that eight years ago, it seemed that the same group of people coerced his eldest son into rebelling against him.
"Grandpa Emperor, what's going on? Outside, outside." Prince Yixiao, the fifth son of the emperor, who had the most emperor-like temperament, panicked. The familiar shouting of killing seemed to bring him back to that bloody night eight years ago. .
He didn't want to do what he did that night again!
The emperor did not answer, but listened silently to the shouts of death coming from outside the palace, his eyes blurred.
Seeing that the emperor did not answer, Prince Yixiao could only wait anxiously no matter how frightened he was.
The emperor didn't say anything. Saying this really made him feel inexplicably inferior to him.
The kind of inexplicable inferiority and guilt that he couldn't describe.
Therefore, just let the emperor speak about this kind of thing. As for myself,
If the Emperor doesn't ask, I won't speak.
After a while, the emperor came back to his senses, but he still did not answer the question of Prince Yixiao.
"Chengyuan, come, come to Grandpa Huang." The emperor smiled slightly and waved to his eldest son and grandson, Prince Yizhong, who was hiding aside without saying a word or even shivering.
"I obey my grandson's decree!" Hearing the emperor's soft tone, Yoshitaka couldn't help but shudder, but the undoubted words left him with no choice but to move over slowly.
There's nothing I can do, my legs are weak!
Unlike the younger brothers of his third uncle's family who hid in the manure pit that night, he followed his mother and concubine to sit in the main hall of the East Palace from beginning to end, waiting for news about his father's success or failure.
However, the couple did not wait for the news of their father. A group of Shangzhi soldiers suddenly blasted open the palace wall of the East Palace with cannons and killed everyone on sight. Those weak and useless geldings could not stop their steps at all, almost in the blink of an eye. In a short time, the group of armored soldiers rushed outside the hall.
It was not until many days later that he learned that the Shangzhi soldiers who rushed into the East Palace were from Fengxiang Guards.
Feng Xiangwei is currently accompanying the Second Saint on his hunt to the west!
The mother-in-law felt that the situation was over, so she took out the poison to save her and her life. However, she did not have the courage to die. She tried her best to stop the mother-in-law from passing the poison to her mouth until the group of superior soldiers came in.
Seeing that she could not poison herself, the mother-in-law looked at her in disappointment. Her tenderness and love disappeared without a trace, leaving only indifference and disgust in her eyes. She drank the poison in her hand and dropped it to the ground.
He survived, but from that day on, he was the only one left in the originally happy family of three.
He never thought that those concubines and their children could compare with him and share his status as the son of the East Palace!
"Emperor, Grandpa Emperor" The palace was so big, and soon Yi Zhong walked to the emperor's side and knelt down obediently.
"No need to be polite. Come on, it's been a long time since we had a good relationship with our grandparents. Grandpa Huang has always wanted you to lie on Grandpa Huang's lap again." As if thinking of something sad, the Emperor's eyes turned red.
"Grandpa Huang, your grandson is already twenty-four, and so are you."
"hurry up!!"
"yes!"
Hearing the Emperor's words, Yoshitaka instinctively wanted to resist, but his instinct was suppressed by the Emperor's sudden roar. He slipped to the floor as quickly as possible, threw away his hat, and lay on the Emperor's knees with his face facing the outside. superior.
Since he was already lying down, the emperor didn't care much about where his eldest grandson was facing.
He didn't dare to look at the emperor!
It was this man who ordered Fengxiang Guards to rush into the East Palace and ordered everyone to be killed except for the mother-in-law and his mother and son!
Although he was able to survive because of the imperial grandfather's order, and so far he had done his best to accompany him in the drama of being a loving father, a filial son, and a filial son enjoying family happiness, but
But both his father and mother and concubine died because of him!
"What are you shaking?" A rough palm gently brushed his temples and then placed it on his bun.
It stands to reason that the hands of the Supreme Emperor, who is enjoying his time in the Zen position, should not be rough, but he knows that the Emperor has been insisting on practicing swordsmanship and spearmanship once every morning and evening since he was young!
And the hands that could still break people's necks stopped on his bun. Yi Zhong could no longer bear the fear in his heart and sobbed softly.
"Why are you crying again? Do you think Grandpa Huang is forcing you, or is he treating you badly?" After finishing the eldest grandson's bun, he gently brushed the left side of his face and pinched his chin.
"Do you know who are the people who rebelled at the foot of the mountain?" The two fingers that were constantly rubbing Yi Zhong's chin stopped, and then slightly applied more force. The chin of Yi Zhong, who was lying on his side, was pinched until it hurt!
"Grandson, I don't know!" Yi Zhong answered tremblingly, holding back the pain in his jaw.
"Grandpa Huang thinks that, eldest grandson, you should also know the people below. After all, for so many years, you have looked up but not looked down. When you see them, you might react." After squeezing for a while, the emperor let go. He pinched the two fingers on Changsun's chin.
"However, Grandpa Huang doesn't want to wait until you see them before telling Grandpa Huang."
Snapped!
The hand with loose and rough skin, but still strong and powerful, suddenly grasped Yi Zhong's chin and turned Yi Zhong's face towards him. The emperor himself also moved his face in front of Yi Zhong.
"Those are a group of remnants of the East Palace from back then!"
Boom!
Thunder and lightning flashed outside the palace!
. . . . . .
On the mountain road.
The pouring rain hit the armor and washed away the blood from the soldiers. But it couldn't wash away their mutual murderous intention.
Under the leadership of Wei Ci, he had three thousand households, a total of 3,750 soldiers, desperately rushing towards the palace where the two enemies were.
Wei Ci had already recognized which troop was in front of him. It was Long Xiang, the leader of the Seven Guards of the Shangzhi Army who had fought with him in a bloody battle in the imperial city eight years ago!
Five thousand six hundred armored elites!
However, everyone on my side is also wearing armor!
If they hadn't kept building weapons and armor, money and food wouldn't have been so tight after Jia Jing's sudden death a while ago!
Moreover, the Longxiang Guards in front seemed to be few in number. There were only about three thousand men and horses, which were comparable to his own.
"Wei Rabbit, come and fight Grandpa for three hundred rounds!" A familiar shout suddenly came from the opposite side. Wei Ci thought about it and suddenly looked overjoyed!
If he leads the team
I can rush over!
"Hahaha, isn't this Liu Er who was beaten to pieces by me back then? Now that the injury on his butt has healed, you want me to open your eyes again!"
"Wei Tutu is seeking death!"
I heard that Wei Ci on the other side exposed his background. Liu Shen was furious, raised his mace, slapped his horse, and headed towards Wei Ci to kill him!
. . . . . .
Dark night, moonless, heavy rain.
In Jia Hui's shogunate, Yang Zhi paced back and forth anxiously.
Guan Sheng and Linchong were enjoying tea leisurely with Jia Hui.
"General, when are we going to take action?" Yang Zhi finally couldn't help asking Jia Hui as he was tired of walking away.
"Don't worry, listen to the noise, Long Xiang Fengxiang has already started fighting with the remnants of the East Palace. They all have a blood feud with the East Palace, and they will definitely fight to the end with those remnants."
Jia Hui opened the lid of the bowl, took a sip of tea, closed his eyes and began to feel the various flavors of the tea. It was not until he swallowed all the tea in his mouth that Jia Hui opened his eyes.
"An Xin, Long Xiang, Fengxiang and the three guards of Yulin, the total number is less than 20,000 people. If they are defeated by those young children who are fighting for the first time, then they will not be called the Zhiqin Army. Instead, they will be defeated." Just call the Broken Arm Soldiers."
"But... then what are we here for?" Yang Zhi was puzzled. Since the Shangzhi Qinjun could annihilate those remnants by himself, why did they need the Suzaku Cavalry to go up the mountain fully armed?
"If you're not afraid of 10,000, you're just afraid of the worst." Jia Hui put the tea bowl in his hand back on the table and leaned back on the chair with the pillows lowered. "We were brought here by the Second Saint to serve as backup. This is the purpose of ordering us here to prevent the Shangzhi pro-army army, which has not been in battle for eight years, from capsizing in the gutter."
"Huh!" The soft touch on his back made Jia Hui's fatigue from wearing armor disappear, and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable breath.
"Don't worry, unless they are really overthrown by those remnants, then we will fight. But if they hold on, then it has nothing to do with us. Let's watch the show."
"Report——General, Longxiang Guard commander Liu Shen was killed by Wei Ci, the leader of the thieves, and Longxiang Guard collapsed!"
(End of chapter)
