The fierce horses galloped and the people gave way.
The soldiers who had been dormant outside the city for three days rushed to the gate of the imperial city as quickly as possible.
The leader is handsome, capable, slender and powerful. Who is Junheng Heng, the young general Fang who has been promoted for many years?
Following closely behind were six equally valiant figures, as well as more than a thousand fellow soldiers galloping on horseback.
When the crowd came into view, Fang Heng raised his arms and reined in his horse lightly.
The red-maned horse beneath him immediately neighed, raised its front hooves high under the influence of inertia, and then fell back to the original position lightly.
The team behind him stopped uniformly, raised their bloody eyes, and looked deeply.
The pressure, the blood, the overwhelming force.
Almost all the people who were standing at the city gate began to feel numb and their hairs stood on end.
Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian grinned at the same time and called out with tears in their eyes, "Third Brother (Third Brother)."
No more fear, no more fear.
The biggest brawler in their family is back.
Fang Heng's eyes were also a little moist, he grinned and cupped his hands, "I've met His Highness the Crown Prince, and I've met Lord Xu."
After many years, everyone has lost their immature appearance and has grown and flourished in their respective fields.
When we meet again, we have different identities.
"I've met General Fang." Xu Mo handed over his hand with a smile.
A good battle for the right to inherit the throne made the brothers and sisters reunite after a long absence.
Seeing that Zheng Ruqian was about to interrupt unconvinced and let the reunion go on endlessly, Chang Yan coughed twice and interrupted, "Now let the second emperor brother choose."
War or surrender?
Just now, there were one thousand imperial guards against five thousand city defenders.
The former are selected from major aristocratic families. Those who are powerful are really capable, while those who are not powerful are just show-offs.
The latter are selected from ordinary people, and their overall level is relatively balanced, but there are no outstanding ones.
If the two sides really want to fight, the Imperial Guards can resist for a while with their excellent equipment, but human physical strength is limited. Even the gods can't stand it if the five thousand defenders start a wheel battle.
Considering this, Chang Yan's chances of winning are not high.
Until Fang Heng brought a thousand good generals, the situation was instantly reversed.
Having been on the battlefield and seen blood, and having killed enemies and beheaded them, what they carry with them is not called bloodiness, but rather murderous intent.
Against the imperial guards and city defenders who rarely experienced killings, they were almost crushed.
"One thousand imperial guards, one thousand frontier troops." Chang Yan's voice was so sure and calm, "I wonder if we have any chance of winning against the five thousand city defenders of the Second Emperor Brother?"
Not only is there, it is a sure win.
Fang Hengneng brought people over, explaining that the troops stationed outside the city had received the news and were approaching Fengjing.
Even if the 5,000 city defenders could barely resist the Imperial Guards and the Frontier Army, the 30,000 troops surrounding them would be enough to completely annihilate them.
There is no chance to fight, and there is no chance to surrender.
Zhu Changyu turned his head and looked at his think tank Fangyuan.
Unexpectedly, the other party's eyes were deep, staring at the heroic and capable Fang Heng.
Two young masters with the same surname Fang have learned martial arts together since childhood, studied together, and have grown up together with each other.
They should have thrived on their own paths, complementing each other like the two brothers of the Jiang family, both civil and military.
But fate put them all on the path of hostility, supporting different princes and ending up in different situations.
One is a young general who kills enemies on the frontier and is extremely heroic.
One is a nameless prison inmate who escaped the death penalty.
Fang Yuan raised the corner of his mouth, and at the moment their eyes touched, he called softly, "Long time no see, Brother Aheng."
Jiang Fang's family is both a family of generals.
The Jiang family has a simple population and close relationships, and cousins are also sorted, so Jiang Chengfeng will affectionately replace Jiang Chengyuan as the eldest brother.
However, the second eldest son of the Fang family gave birth to a bastard and a daughter in advance, which caused confusion in the order. Fang Yuan did not like to call the order, and every time he jumped over, he would call him "Brother Aheng."
I didn't expect that the last time I called was seven years ago.
Fang Yuan had mixed feelings and knew that he could not hear the loud "A Yuan", so he lowered his head with a wry smile.
Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, they have changed from immature children to heroic teenagers, from crying and walking on horseback to actually sitting on horses.
Holding the knife towards each other.
There are some scenes that I have thought about many times, but have never really seen, and are so terrifying that they make me tremble.
Just like some sounds that I have hallucinated many times, but never heard with my own ears, it makes my blood freeze.
"Ayuan." Fang Heng grasped the reins and responded softly.
But it was just a response.
They are separated by the life of the general's wife, Fang Heng's years of pursuit, Xu Mo's cheating in the imperial examination, and now they are separated by the struggle for imperial power.
We have long ceased to be part of the group.
This sound is a tribute to the years when we grew up together.
Turning around again, only the young general was left looking solemn and murderous, "Listen up, city defenders, rebellion is a major crime against the nine clans. Thirty thousand troops have surrounded the entire Fengjing. Turn around and surrender!"
"Turn back and surrender, surrender!" Thousands of border troops shouted.
The biting and chilling wind enveloped everyone. It was obviously the season of early summer, but it made people feel extremely cold.
Zhu Changyu gathered up his washed robe that turned white and looked at Fang Yuan.
Surrender is impossible, and a life that is bound is hopeless. For them, it is possible as long as they are alive.
Then all that's left is to escape.
Fang Yuan turned his horse's head, his cloak wrapped around him, and rushed towards the west of the city.
Zhu Changyu followed closely behind and rode forward.
They have a back-up station in the west of the city, which is also the gate closest to the neighboring city. As long as they rush into the next city, the army will not dare to search recklessly.
But before they could escape a hundred feet away, hundreds of people blocked the way.
The leader has broad shoulders, a slim waist, and a straight posture. He is clearly Jiang Chengyuan of the Jiang family whom he has not seen for a long time.
He didn't even have time to secretly glance at his sister before he held a long knife and said solemnly, "Anyone who passes by will be killed without mercy!"
The battlefield is the most baptizing place.
The boy who used to have a wavering personality finally became decisive, brave and fearless after experiencing blood and pain.
He and Fang Heng, one on the left and the other on the right, blocked two smooth roads and forced the defenders back to their starting point.
It's still the entrance to the imperial city, still looking at each other from a distance.
Chang Yan stood at the front of the crowd, hands folded, strategizing.
Sure enough, this is orthodox.
Civil officials supported him, military generals loved him, and the people of the world turned to him and took the initiative to make way for the army.
"But why, why." Zhu Changyu looked confused, "Why on earth?"
They are both sons of the emperor, and both have extraordinary abilities. How come one can dominate the world, while the other can only become a fugitive.
One father loves mother, the other has no one.
One fiefdom is rich, but the other is barren.
Why?
"Why don't you have so much?" Chang Yan finally spoke, with a bit of sadness in his eyes, "Brother Second Emperor, you are really wrong about this matter."
"Just like you denied Empress Ju, today, I will deny you too."
