In distant Hetuala, Marquis Pingliao fell asleep. In his dream, he met the talking lion again.
"The boy who slays the dragon will eventually transform into a dragon, and the evil dragon's minions will eventually disperse. You have violated your original intention, and the story is about to end."
"Is it going to end? Why do I feel like it's just the beginning?"
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The morning light is faint.
The Chinese Guards came to the position of the Khan's Palace surrounded by the banner of the general army. When the soldiers from Kaiyuan saw the banner of Ping Liaohou, they shouted loudly for victory.
The news of Liu Zhaosun's injury was strictly sealed. Except for a few close officials, no one else knew about it.
Sun Chuanting and Kang Yingqian rode two horses side by side. Their eyes were red and swollen, and they had not slept all night.
They were all quite excited at the moment.
Behind the two chief officers, they were followed by a group of generals.
Power does not allow a vacuum. In just a few hours after Liu Zhaosun fell into coma, people from all walks of life in Kaiyuan began to take sides.
Taking the bloody battle of Kaiyuan in the 47th year of Wanli as the time point, most of the generals who joined Kaiyuan before this time chose to support Kang Yingqian, while those who came after that expressed their support for Sun Chuanting.
The military group created by Liu Zhaosun was facing the fate of disintegration.
The two chief officers reined their horses and stood under the banner of the Chinese army, waving to the thousands of troops, as if they were the ones who started the conversation.
"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"
Kang Yingqian was holding a triangular flag. This flag was personally held by Marquis Pingliao, symbolizing supreme power. After Liu Zhaosun fell into coma, it somehow ended up in Kang Yingqian's hands.
"The Marquis of Ping Liao really saw the right person. Mr. Sun was so clever that he managed to collect five thousand bags overnight and also asked them to make equipment for filling the trenches. Filling the trenches will be worry-free. Let's see Mr. Sun today. Sweep the holes and plow the courtyard, and make an unparalleled contribution!"
Ever since Liu recruited Sun to appoint Yuan Chonghuan, Kang Yingqian had been wary of Yuan Dudu. Among all the people, only Yuan Chonghuan, who was a Jinshi and had extraordinary courage, was the most threatening and was likely to replace Kang Yingqian.
But he never expected that Sun Chuanting would appear in the end.
This person just made a few nonsense words and won people's hearts, as if he was on the same level as Kang Yingqian. .
The gap between the two was finally forged.
Last year when Sun Chuanting first arrived in Kaiyuan, Kang Yingqian took great care of him. Now this man was repaying kindness with enmity and wanted to seize power. The more Kang Yingqian thought about it, the more angry he became.
"It's not all prisoners, there are also some local people. Don't worry, Kang Xun. Master Yuan has come from Kuandian to rescue. With his three thousand elite troops, it's no problem for everyone to work together to wipe out the slaves."
"Master Sun, I thought you were just talking, but I didn't expect you to actually fill the trenches with people!"
When Kang Yingqian heard that Sun Chuanting was using Yuan Chonghuan to pressure him, he became furious and pretended to be surprised:
"Master Sun, you and I both know what Marquis Ping Liao is. If he knew that you were massacring people, have you ever thought about what would happen to you?"
Sun Chuanting was too lazy to argue with Kang Yingqian and saw the messenger coming from a distance.
"Two superior officers, the wrapping preparations are completed. President Deng Qian asked when will we start?"
Before Kang Yingqian could speak, Sun Chuanting said loudly:
"General Ping Liao ordered Bao Yi to fill the trench immediately. Anyone who dares to disobey or retreat will be killed without mercy! Go and execute it!"
Kang Yingqian's beard trembled and he suppressed the anger in his chest.
Sun Chuanting pointed at an adjutant beside Kang Yingqian and said in a deep voice:
"Zhang Dianli, what happened to the coffin and clay pot that I asked you to prepare two hours ago?"
Zhang Dianli looked confused after hearing this. He had already forgotten this errand.
"Forgive me, Mr. Sun. This is a chaotic situation. We are in Tatar territory. Where can we find coffins and clay pots..."
Sun Chuanting's eyes were sharp and he said in a deep voice:
"So you're not prepared?"
Zhang Dianli still wanted to defend himself, but Sun Chuanting waved his hand and said:
"You are so negligent about important matters of the military and state. You are treating the lives of tens of thousands of people as child's play. Come on, drag us down and beat us with thirty army sticks!"
Two policemen immediately stepped forward and dragged Zhang Dianli down without any explanation.
Two policemen dragged him a dozen steps away and began to beat him with military sticks in front of thousands of soldiers.
The military stick hit Zhang Dianli with a crackling sound. Kang Yingqian, who was standing next to him, turned red in the face and suddenly became violent. He pointed at Sun Chuanting and cursed angrily:
"Okay! Good on you, Sun Baigu! Even when beating a dog, you need to look at the owner. You are so unruly, do you really think you are Yu Shaobao?!"
"Want to turn the tide with one man and monopolize the power of Kaiyuan? No way! I am not afraid to tell you that Marquis Pingliao and I are sworn friends. If you act like this and act arbitrarily, be careful that you will end up like Yu Qian and end up with a thousand swords. cut!"
Sun Chuanting grabbed the flag and said tit for tat:
"In urgent matters, follow authority. I am planning for Kaiyuan. I have a clear conscience!"
After saying that, Sun Chuanting whipped his horse, rushed away from Kang Yingqian's horse, and came to the front of the army.
"Start the war!"
The flag was pointed forward vigorously, and the golden drummer immediately beat the war drum. The powerful drum sound resounded throughout the city of Hetuala.
The trench-filling and coating materials rushed towards the Khan's palace position like a tide.
Kang Yingqian looked hard at Sun Chuanting's back and gritted his teeth:
"When a villain gains power, a gentleman is in danger. You ungrateful thing. When Marquis Pingliao wakes up, let's see how I deal with you!"
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More than five thousand strong men crowded into the narrow passage and were about to start filling in the trench.
No one cares whether these people are Baoyang or not, and whether they are good slaves of the post-gold masters.
Sun Chuanting's criterion for judging coating is very simple, just a money rat tail on the back of the head.
Teams of suppressing soldiers were holding large bows and blazing guns, standing behind Bao Yi to supervise. They had received orders to kill anyone who dared to retreat immediately.
Sun Chuanting looked at the Han people who had become Jurchens, with complicated expressions in his eyes. He knew that there were many Han people among these five thousand people, but now that the matter was over, he could not take care of them anymore.
Sun Chuanting was a Jinshi, well-read the books of sages, and devoted himself to Confucianism. In the past two years, he traveled throughout the Ming Dynasty with Marquis Ping Liao and witnessed the suffering of the people.
There were many people who sold their sons and daughters and sought official positions from the palace. His faith in the court and the saint Kong had been completely shattered.
Since the king's way cannot save the world, then he will act tyrannically and kill a few people in order to destroy the Hou Jin.
If it was true as Kang Yingqian said, there would be a future to settle accounts, and it would be no harm if he took the blame for the crime of massacring the people on behalf of Marquis Ping Liao.
Sun Chuanting sighed, feeling that Kaiyuan's future was quite bleak, and perhaps it would really fall apart after this battle.
The artillerymen were busy collecting gunpowder everywhere, stacking bags of gunpowder in baskets, and when the trenches were filled, they were ready to be transported to the city.
Zhang Dianli, whose butt was beaten, quickly called for people to search for coffins and porcelain jars in the city.
The soldiers would use these things to seal the gunpowder and push it into the gap in the city wall to explode. It is said that the explosion would be more powerful.
He learned this trick from Song Yingxing. As for the effect, Sun Chuanting was unsure because Song Yingxing had never used it.
Sun Chuanting cast his gaze forward and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the filling of the trench would go smoothly.
Two crudely made trench-filling trucks swayed up the passage. These trench-filling trucks were slightly smaller than the shield trucks and were filled with earth and rocks. There was a vertical thick plate in front used as a defensive arrow. Because of the rush of time, the filling trucks were The trench car was poorly made, and there was no time to make protective panels on both sides.
Except for these two nominal trench-filling vehicles, the packers had no other protection. None of them wore armor. They could only pray that their master would be merciful and not kill them later.
Many people who filled trenches and packed coats had participated in the construction of these trenches and guarded horses. They knew that the positions were dangerous. However, the temptation of women and money was huge, and there were soldiers threatening you behind you. If you retreat, you will die. If you rush forward, you may still be able to fight. a future.
The packers carried earth bags, followed two simple trench-filling trucks, stepped on the smooth road, and stumbled towards the trench.
The black packing was crowded in the passage. The people in front poured bags of sand into the trench and hurriedly backed away with the empty bags.
The two trenches near the front of the formation were filled with sand and soil. The trench-filling vehicle moved forward for more than ten steps and gradually entered the range of Houjin's bow and arrow.
A dense rain of arrows rose from behind the parapet, and the rain of arrows poured down and was blocked by the thick plate in front of the trench-filling truck.
The unprotected wrappers on both sides were hit by arrows and fell to the ground screaming and crying.
More soldiers were hiding behind the trench-filling trucks. Fifty steps away, neither light arrows nor heavy arrows could cause damage to them.
The baggage who rushed up from behind stepped on the corpses of his companions and continued to throw bags of earth and rocks into the ditch. Soon, two more trenches were filled in, and the trench-filling truck was getting closer and closer to the parapet.
Sun Chuanting rubbed his hands excitedly. According to this progress, the outer trenches and horse traps will soon be filled, and the demise of Hou Jin is getting closer and closer.
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