The reason why it is not far away is that the two sides have different races. Even if there is such a deal as "turning in the formation map", the third prince Anda is still guarding against the two people and hardly allows them to get close.
There was a reason for what happened today, and the third prince especially liked to watch the people of Chongqing fight among themselves, so he took two steps forward and said in blunt Mandarin, "Second prince, this Jiang family army is too shameless, and there will be a certain amount of time before the reinforcements arrive, otherwise they will Let me let you play."
To put it nicely, it’s called giving full play to it; to put it badly, it’s just to watch dog bite dog.
Zhu Changyu lowered his eyelashes and couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only hear his cheerful tone, "Thank you to the third prince for giving me the opportunity. I will definitely denounce these hypocritical and cowardly things and let all the anger in my heart go out."
Third Prince Anda smiled happily and waved his hand to come forward.
He just took a step forward, but was grabbed by Fang Yuan again.
"Your Highness," the former Tanhua said with a pale face, "Does it have to be like this? Don't forget, you and I were also people with great ambitions in the past. We didn't have to worry about running out of firewood to keep the green hills alive."
"The green mountains have long been covered, where is the green smoke?" Zhu Changyu looked unpredictable, "Under the covered nest are intact eggs, Ayuan, you are blinded by desire, always thinking that you are a god who came to the world, but you don't know that the god of disaster is also god."
Fang Yuan's expression moved slightly, and he slowly released his right hand.
The third prince Anda on the side had a strange look on his face. He pulled the counselor and asked, "What are these two guys talking about? Why can't I understand them?"
"It seems to be a poem from the Central Plains, and it also talks about some god." The counselor thought, "It must be related to the seizure of the throne."
The third prince was relieved, stretched out his hand and said, "Your Highness, please."
Although he said it nicely, several Tatars armed with knives followed suit, watching Zhu Changyu standing under the city gate, watching him roll up his sleeves and yell and curse.
"Don't think that mere family affection can impress me. Saying you want to spare my life is actually messing with my mind. The history books are in your hands, not just for you to write."
"Before that moment, who knows what he will choose, who knows whether he will let me live. Is it wrong for me to plan for myself? I just want to live and live better."
"It's just... there are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years."
He raised his head, not knowing whether he was looking at the tense compatriots on the tower or thinking about his former self who relied on hatred to move forward bravely.
His heart is indeed full of hatred, and his methods are dirty and despicable. He wants to get into that position, but he also wants to take revenge on the dynasty.
"You are right. People who don't have love in their hearts will look black to everyone."
Zhu Changyu turned around and walked towards the foreign race step by step.
Fang Heng on the city wall was a little confused, "What is he doing? Why did he suddenly recite a poem?"
"I don't know." Jiang Chengyuan shook his head, "How long will it take for the reinforcements to arrive? I've heard enough of their insults."
"It should be soon." Fang Heng looked at the sky and then looked back.
Zhu Changyu walked up to Third Prince Anda at some unknown time and noticed the guards' alertness. He immediately stopped and said with a wry smile, "Third Prince, I won't go there. Your people are really wary of us."
"But I won't go scolding you. After all, this is my home country."
He showed a mixture of love and hate, which was too complicated to describe.
Third Prince Anda felt relieved and laughed loudly and said, "If His Highness doesn't want to go, then he won't go. You have a counselor beside you, just let him go."
Fang Yuan's expression suddenly froze, "Third Prince, please spare me. Did you see that person above, he is my cousin."
He pointed at Fang Heng, with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes, "In the beginning, we studied together with my grandfather, one was a general and the other was a civil servant. He said that we should guard the border and expel the Tartars. I said that we should protect the imperial power and control the family. Let's build peace together. Prosperity.”
As a result, more than ten years later, one of them stood on the city wall to defend against the Tartars, and the other stood under the city wall to accompany the Tartars.
"Third Prince, since you have a lot of people, please bypass the younger one." Fang Yuan came up to me at some point and said servilely, "No matter how shameless the younger one is, he can't start a battle with his cousin."
While the third prince Anda was enjoying it, he felt that the distance was too close and was about to take two steps back.
As soon as he said it, Fang Yuan stood up suddenly and kicked the guard holding the knife over.
Zhu Changyu, who was a little further away, quickly raised his head, rushed forward in a few steps, and kicked another guard away.
When Fang Yuan quickly eliminated the counselors, only the third prince Anda was left standing in the center of the army.
"Aren't you...aren't you a civil servant?" He stammered and said, "You two want to do something. The Anda tribe is willing to make you friends and support you to ascend to the throne of God. Don't act rashly."
"Can you really shake the foundation of Dayu?" Zhu Changyu said expressionlessly, "Even if you are shaken, can you still hand over the imperial power to me?"
The third prince Anda was speechless.
"When I chose you, I was forced to do nothing. The Chongqing Dynasty occupied the entire Central Plains, surrounded by either Japanese pirates or Tartars. There was not even a springboard."
"It is true that I have thoughts of revenge. I hate this country, so I handed over the formation map."
"But my hatred has nothing to do with innocent soldiers or civilians."
"I haven't woken up, and I haven't let go of my hatred. I just... can't bear the torment of my conscience anymore. I don't know if Xiaowu really wants to spare my life, or if he tells me on purpose, but it doesn't matter anymore. "
"A mistake is a mistake, and the mistake has been made. The guilty son Chang Yu has no face to face the people of Dayu, so he can only take the third prince away."
"Don't record me as a good person in the history books. I have committed a sin that cannot be forgiven."
As he finished speaking, he took out the hairpin from his hair crown, grinded out a thinner blade, and slashed it across the throat of Third Prince Anda.
"No..." The Tartars were heartbroken and no longer fearful.
Countless spears came and penetrated the chest of the hateful Dayu people, and then they were lifted up and fell to the solid ground.
"You tell me, why do you have to go through this life." Fang Yuan spat out blood, "I am a criminal who stole other people's fame, so I can just die. You can obviously be a free prince."
"You also said that you wanted to be a powerful minister to control all the aristocratic families and not allow them to be rampant anymore. Unfortunately, you took the wrong path and targeted the wrong people." Zhu Changyu was furious, "If you go back to seven years ago, you would still persecute General Fang’s widow?”
"It's beyond my control..." Fang Yuan smiled and closed his eyes, "Some things are too powerless."
The Tartars from afar swarmed up and found that the third prince had lost his breath.
Anger made them turn over and raise their spears again, penetrating every inch of flesh and blood on both of them until their limbs were in tatters and there was no good piece of flesh left.
But still can't understand the hatred.
As the saying goes, "Capture the thief first, capture the king." The death of the third prince who led the team has greatly shaken the morale of the army.
With red eyes, the Tartars lifted the two tattered corpses high into the air and beat them against the city wall like mud.
"No." Fang Heng, who had watched the whole process, shook his head and almost jumped.
Jiang Chengyuan grabbed him hard and listened to the sound with his ears, "Coming, coming, reinforcements are coming."
There were 50,000 reinforcements on the Guanjin line, 50,000 reinforcements on the Guyuan line, plus the 50,000 Jiang family troops who secretly evacuated, a total of 150,000 people, who in turn surrounded and suppressed the Tartars.
Even if the third prince is here, the decline will be difficult to reverse, let alone since he has left.
The enemy is leaderless, and our own force is overwhelming.
This war will eventually go down in history.
The merits and demerits of the two traitors will be left to future generations to comment on.
