royal palace.
Shou'an Hall.
The eldest prince Mu Yuan had just left not long ago.
A battle report from the northern border was hurriedly sent to the Shou'an Palace.
"Yunzhou City was lost and the entire Yunzhou City was massacred!"
These shocking words not only shocked the emperor of Dashang, but also shocked the entire capital of Dashang.
soon.
The news that Yunzhou City was massacred spread quickly throughout half of the Shang Dynasty. All the people of the Shang Dynasty suddenly woke up from their peaceful dreams and began to panic.
The cruelty of war gave the arrogant big businessmen a slap in the face.
"The city is broken?"
Li Yuan.
Li Ziye also looked surprised after receiving the news.
So fast?
With the troops stationed in Yunzhou City, as long as they can't defend, they should be able to wait until reinforcements arrive.
The Eight Tribes of Mobei are a people from the grasslands and are good at riding and shooting. However, attacking cities is not their strong point. How could they conquer Yunzhou City so quickly?
For a long time, Li Ziye suppressed the turmoil in his heart and continued practicing his sword.
We can only wait for more detailed information to be sent back before we can know what happened in Yunzhou City.
The next day.
It's still dark.
Li Ziye was preparing to go to Taixue Palace to do morning classes as usual.
"Young Master, this is an urgent report from Mobei."
At this time, a boy came quickly and delivered the latest information.
Li Ziye took the information and after reading it, his expression quickly darkened.
This is so!
This could not be a worse outcome.
In this case, the strength gap between Mobei and Dashang will be further narrowed.
If Dashi does not deal with it carefully, he may even lose.
What's even more troublesome is that there is a behemoth to the west, which has been watching covetously and will take action at some point.
This war will probably last for a long time, and the outcome will not be determined so quickly.
This is not a good thing. The longer the war drags on, the more likely those forces who are intimidated by the big merchants will find opportunities to stab themselves in the back and take advantage of the situation.
Outside Li Mansion.
Li Ziye got on the carriage and rushed towards Taixue Palace.
North Courtyard of Taixue Palace.
Morning classes are about to begin.
After Li Ziye hurriedly borrowed the Heavenly Book, he began to practice swordsmanship with the Confucian disciples.
Day after day, the tacit understanding between Li Ziye and the Confucian disciples is getting higher and higher, and the progress is getting faster and faster.
Early summer is approaching.
It rains significantly more.
In the early morning, light rain fell.
Under the rain, the sound of swords was clear and sweet. In the sword formation formed by sixty-three people, a young figure raised his sword, moving each move as fast as thunder.
Sixty-three people helped him, corrected his body, and helped him with his strength, without any reservation.
In the world, there are treacherous and evil people, and there are selfish people, but there are also honest gentlemen and simple and pure Confucian disciples.
It has been two months since Jian Chi returned from sending the letter. Over the past two months, sixty-three Confucian disciples have evolved the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique every day. Although their own cultivation can also be improved, more Most of them are making wedding clothes for others.
Regarding this, the selected Confucian disciples had no complaints.
Originally, the choice this time was also voluntary.
The sixty-three people were basically the people who went to the land of the extreme night. They had experienced life and death with Li Ziye, and had also secretly eaten Li Ziye's dried fruits together.
It rains.
The sound of the sword rustled, and with the fortieth change, Li Ziye lost control of his body and flew out involuntarily.
this moment.
The Confucian disciple responsible for evolving the fortieth level of transformation immediately swung his sword to straighten himself.
Outside the sword formation, Bai Wangyu saw this, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
In recent days, Brother Li has made great progress.
Unexpectedly, the person who helped Brother Li the most on the road to martial arts turned out to be the Demon King Xuanfeng of the Demon Clan.
"Thank you!"
In the sword formation, Li Ziye stabilized his figure and bowed to everyone.
The Confucian disciples returned the courtesy and left one after another.
"Old Bai, let's go and return the Book of Heaven with me."
Li Ziye turned around, glanced at Little Red Riding Hood behind him, and urged.
"Um."
Bai Wangyu came back to his senses and stepped forward.
The two of them left the North Courtyard together and headed to the East Courtyard of Taixue Palace.
east.
In the small courtyard.
Confucius was busy working on his vegetable garden as usual.
It seems that this vegetable garden is more important than anything in the world.
Li Ziye and Bai Wangyu came together to return the Book of Heaven.
"How was your practice?"
Confucius asked while tidying up the vegetable garden.
"I have reached the fortieth level of transformation."
Li Ziye handed over the heavenly book and answered truthfully.
"not bad."
Confucius took the Book of Heaven and threw it aside, saying, "At this rate, it should be in time."
"Thanks to the help from the Confucian sect." Li Ziye said softly.
"No need for polite words."
Confucius said calmly, "You must have known about the fall of Yunzhou City. Do you think the chances of Dashang winning this war are high?"
"At most 50%."
Li Ziye responded, "Now that the eight tribes in Mobei have found a way to attack the city, Dashang's greatest advantage is no longer there. Coupled with the threat from the west, the 50% chance of victory is already too much to say."
"In your time, is there any precedent?" Confucius asked.
"have."
Li Ziye nodded and said, "The Mongolian cavalry went south and swept across the Central Plains."
"What's the final result?" Confucius continued to ask.
"Changing dynasties." Li Ziye said solemnly.
When Confucius heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his vicissitudes of life, and he said, "Are their methods of destroying the city also so cruel?"
"Worse than that."
Li Ziye replied, "The original Mongolian cavalry used the lives of prisoners of war and improved trebuchets to break the city. After breaking the city, they immediately chose to massacre the city and not waste a single soldier to defend the city."
At this point, Li Ziye's expression darkened and he said, "Confucian leader, I'm afraid history will happen again."
When Confucius heard this, he sighed softly and said, "It seems that among the eight tribes in Mobei, there are also extraordinary heroes."
"Um."
Li Ziye nodded and said, "A year ago, as soon as the oil reservoir was discovered, someone used it in the war. This is something I didn't expect. The soldiers of the Eight Divisions of Mobei are good at riding and shooting, and are extremely mobile. , now they know how to use trebuchets and crude oil to attack the city, and they are even more powerful. The great merchants are really in danger."
Intelligence showed that on the day Yunzhou City was destroyed, meteors and fire rained down from the sky over the city. The entire Yunzhou City was almost burned to the ground by fire, causing heavy casualties.
The destruction of the city is not terrible. What is terrible is that the Eight Ministries of Mobei have found a way to attack the city, which will affect the trend of the entire war.
at the same time.
Behind the 50,000 vanguard troops in Mobei.
One hundred and thirty thousand Mobei cavalry crossed the Beizhangyuan in a mighty manner and officially invaded the south.
There are a total of 180,000 troops. Although the number is not as good as that of the Central Plains army, the 180,000 troops in Mobei are almost all the most elite cavalry. Their marching speed and combat effectiveness are beyond the reach of ordinary arms.
It is as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as aggressive as fire, and as motionless as a mountain. This can be said to be the most appropriate description of the Mobei Iron Cavalry.
One day.
The army passed Yunzhou City and continued southward.
At night.
In front of the camp of the eight tribes in Mobei, a beautiful figure in light blue clothes stood quietly, looking at the Central Plains in the south, with a little light flashing in her beautiful eyes.
The dynasty of the Central Plains, are you satisfied with this first gift?
