What does it mean?
After the envoys looked at Han Du's gestures and yelled, the surroundings were peaceful. None of the soldiers on the city wall made any move, and no reinforcements arrived.
That's it?
Isn't the Duke of this town crazy, thinking that he has the power of the gods and can summon heavenly fire to destroy King Yan's hundreds of thousands of troops?
Boo hoo hoo...
There was a faint sound, but no one paid it any attention. What is this? Where does the bird call come from?
"Look! What is that!"
I don't know who yelled, and looked to the right with a surprised face.
I saw streaks of white smoke appearing across the sky. There was something unknown in front of the white smoke, densely packed like ants, flying towards King Yan's army in the sky.
"What the hell?" Before Zhu Di returned to the army, he saw countless white smoke flying above his head.
boom!
I saw this thing flying into the army, and then burst into a fierce fire.
Zhu Di only felt the horse beneath him tremble all over, and his buttocks were trembling. The loud noise was like water waves, like rolling thunder. Zhu Di felt that his liver and gallbladder were splitting. He couldn't help but lie down on the horse, trembling and not daring to get up.
Boom boom boom...
The envoys from the vassal state on the city tower were dumbfounded when they saw dense white smoke extending from the capital to the Yan army, and then bursts of flashes of light, and the roaring and hissing sounds in their ears were mixed together, making it difficult for them to distinguish. How many explosions did Yan Jun encounter?
Of course Yan Jun also wanted to escape, but no matter how they ran, they could not escape from this death place. Even due to the interference of smoke and dust, the Yan army was scurrying around like headless flies. Soon they would either be blown to pieces, or their bodies would be torn apart by the iron beads that were shot everywhere, and they would die!
After a full hour, the roar of the flying fire dragon cannon gradually stopped. Everyone's ears were still ringing with roaring sounds that could not subside for a long time.
When the smoke and dust from where Yan Jun was dissipated, Zhu Di's eyes widened. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anyone still standing.
Blood flowing in the oars and corpses strewn across the fields are not enough to describe the tragic situation of the Yan army.
The entire 700,000-strong army disappeared in front of Zhu Di in just one hour.
"No, no!" Zhu Di roared like a beast, slid off the horse weakly, and collapsed on the ground.
When the vassal states saw this scene, they all doubted that Ming Dynasty was really blessed by gods. Otherwise, how could the means just now be available to mortals?
"The foreign minister pays homage to His Majesty the Ming Emperor, and pays homage to His Majesty the Supreme Khan..."
All the envoys without missing a beat prostrated themselves, their bodies prostrated on the ground, and worshiped Zhu Biao!
"Long live my emperor, long live long live!!!"
"Long live my emperor, long live long live!!!"
"Long live my emperor, long live long live!!!"
...
The cries were so continuous that even the people in the capital, after hearing that the emperor had wiped out the entire Yan army in an instant, opened their closed doors and went to the street to kneel down and worship.
The voice of "Long live my emperor" was like a wave, with Jinchuan Gate as..., spreading throughout the capital in waves.
Zhu Biao seemed to be standing in the center of heaven and earth amidst the boundless mountain calls. When he inhales, everything becomes dark; when he exhales, everything becomes spring.
In the eyes of the envoys from the vassal states, His Majesty the Ming Emperor is a living god in the world!
...
No one thought that the Yan army's mighty offensive would end in such a dramatic way.
The fire dragon cannon destroyed the courage of those who were still alive in the Yan army. Even if they saw the emperor sending people to arrest them, no one escaped, let alone protected Zhu Di.
Zhu Di himself also suffered a nervous breakdown and was caught by the two sergeants like a puppet on a string without any resistance.
Zhu Biao walked down with satisfaction
Tower, he is going to ask Li Jinglong now why he betrayed.
Li Jinglong was escorted to the palace and guarded in a side hall. He didn't panic at all, because he knew that even if he didn't open the city gate, it would be impossible to defend the capital.
As long as King Yan's army enters the city, he will naturally be saved.
Although he later heard a strange sound coming from afar, he didn't know what it was and didn't pay much attention to it.
With millions of troops approaching the city and only 50,000 defenders in the capital, how could Zhu Di lose?
Crunch~
The door opened.
Li Jinglong's face showed great joy and he heard the voice and said, "Your Majesty? Why is it you?"
Zhu Biao was suddenly angry, and asked in a cold voice: "What? Do you think it's Zhu Di who came to see you?"
"I...Your Majesty, minister..." Li Jinglong was panicked. He never thought that Zhu Biao would be standing in front of him, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Shut up!" Zhu Biao shouted angrily, his eyes widened and he looked at Li Jinglong with a face full of disappointment, "You are not qualified to be a minister!"
Li Jinglong didn't know what happened to Zhu Di or why the Yan army didn't attack the city, but he knew that he was finished.
With a pop, he knelt down straight.
Li Jinglong bowed his head in obeisance: "The guilty minister knows that his crime is extremely heinous. He does not seek forgiveness from the emperor, but only seeks a quick death!"
Zhu Biao calmly walked to the chair and sat down, "How did you collude with Zhu Di?"
Li Jinglong lowered his head, "The guilty minister likes military books, and King Yan also likes fighting in battle formations..."
Although it's vague, it can be summed up in four words, the smell is the same! Compared with Zhu Biao, who always liked to hang out with civil servants, Zhu Di, who liked to march and fight, obviously had more in common with him.
"You are already the Duke of the country, what other benefits can the fourth brother give you, so that you can help him even if you take such a big risk?" Zhu Biao cleared his throat and asked directly.
This is the most puzzling thing in Zhu Biao's heart. Even if the two of them have similar odors, Li Jinglong does not just represent him. There is also a huge Duke Cao's mansion behind him.
Li Jinglong trembled after hearing this, but lowered his head and said nothing.
Zhu Biao became more and more disappointed. He stood up and sighed: "It seems that you are determined to go all the way to the dark side. If so, I will help you."
"Come here, put him in jail and wait for punishment!"
The two soldiers walked in and bowed first, then grabbed Li Jinglong and dragged him out unceremoniously.
Zhu Biao rubbed his temples with a headache, and then ordered: "Come here, pass on Han Du."
Han Du is commanding the defenders to clean up the battlefield and hunt down the surviving Yan troops.
After getting Zhu Biao's order, he rushed to him.
"Your Majesty, I wonder why the minister is here?"
Zhu Biao sighed sadly in his heart: "You are good at interrogation, go and interrogate Li Jinglong properly. I want to know what benefits the fourth child gave him to make him dare to rebel."
Han Du didn't respond for a while, feeling very strange. Since Li Jinglong dared to rebel, he could just kill him. Is there any need to hesitate?
Although Han Du had a good relationship with Li Wenzhong, there was no way to help him with such a serious crime as conspiracy.
"emperor......"
Zhu Biao didn't wait for Han Du to finish speaking, but turned his head and signaled, "Go ahead."
Han Du had no choice but to nod in agreement, "Yes."
After leaving the palace, he came to the prison without stopping. When he walked to the end, he saw Li Jinglong sitting cross-legged on the hay, his back straight.
When Li Jinglong heard the movement, he raised his head and smiled when he saw Han Du.
"I knew the Emperor would send you."
Han Du did not respond, but calmly stretched out his hand to signal the jailer to open the door. "Go and prepare some food and wine."
Han Du walked in and sat directly on the bench at the square table. He glanced at Li Jinglong sitting on the ground and asked, "Why?
What? Aren't you going to sit down? "
Li Jinglong replied in a calm voice: "I am now the scapegoat. How dare you sit down rashly without your official speech?"
"You dare to rebel, what else can make you feel scared?" Han Du retorted.
Li Jinglong's body trembled slightly, then he relaxed and laughed loudly: "That's right, the beheading is only a scar the size of a bowl, but I'm in trouble."
After saying that, he suddenly stood up, walked over and sat across from Han Du.
At this time, the jailer also walked in carrying a food box, placed the food and wine on the square table one by one, then bowed slightly and left.
Li Jinglong looked at the dishes in front of him. In the past, who would have dared to feed him these things without being beaten to death by him?
But now that he was hungry, he only smelled a seductive aroma, which attracted the greedy insects.
"What? Do you think that if you prepare these things, I will surrender to you?"
Han Du poured the wine for Li Jinglong with his own hands, and then poured his own. "You are overthinking it. I just saw you off for your father's sake. I can't help you. I feel guilty for Cao Guogong, so I will punish myself with a glass of apology." "
After that, Han Du went straight to it.
Li Jinglong was holding the wine glass, and his expression suddenly froze. He could not care about his wife, children, or anyone in the house, but he could not care about his father.
Seeing that Li Jinglong finally reacted, Han Du poured himself another drink and sighed sadly: "When Cao Guogong was dying, he held my hand and asked me to take care of you, but I failed. I will give him another drink to make amends." .”
He refilled his glass again and raised his glass: "Dong Cao was so strong and strong that he killed the Tatars in fear. What a hero! The Duke Cao's palace is so glorious and glorious, but now it has to end its heirs. It's all my fault!"
Han Du poured the drink down his throat suddenly, and tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
When Li Jinglong saw it, he drank the drink in one gulp. He looked at Han Du with wide eyes and said sternly: "This is all my fault. You can kill or behead him as you please. If you can guarantee that Cao Guogong's bloodline will be unbroken, I will tell you everything."
"It's a deal!" Han Du placed the wine glass heavily on the table.
Li Jinglong didn't expect Han Du to agree so readily, and hesitated: "What guarantee do you have?"
"Can you risk your life?" Han Du looked into Li Jinglong's eyes without blinking. "If I can't do it, then I will give the Dukedom of Zhenguo to your son, is that okay?"
Li Jinglong nodded heavily, "Okay!"
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