On March 2nd, Zhou Bai, the king of Anbei, led the demon-subduing army to land in Pujin County and attacked for hundreds of miles. On the same day, he captured Pujin County and lost an arm of Fancheng.
On March 3, Li Dingguo led his army into Yuanshi County, forcing the defenders to surrender, and then cut off the other arm of Fancheng.
Fancheng became an isolated city like a wealthy people, with 30,000 soldiers left in a hurry, and there was no time to repair it.
Suddenly he heard that he was still fighting alone, and he immediately fell into trouble.
How to fight this? Definitely have to withdraw again.
Dingzhou City, the capital of the country, is the most powerful city in Dingzhou. With soldiers, food and family, there is no need to be trapped in an isolated city.
Lei Zhen was unable to suppress his subordinates, and their morale plummeted like a flood after it broke its embankment. No human effort could restore it.
In desperation, he could only come up with Lei Haomiao's clear purpose, even with some hints, saying that he would protect his family and the country, and his family would be behind him.
But even so, the military is only superficially stable, and many powerful military leaders are colluding in private, discussing military remonstrances and even rebelling.
It’s true that their family members live in Dingzhou City, but aren’t you, General Lei Zhen, and the other generals named Lei, also members of Junhou’s family?
In the following days, even if there were personal guards guarding the camp, the general surnamed Lei would turn a blind eye for fear of something happening in his sleep.
Lei Zhen was full of unwillingness and anger. While restraining his subordinates as much as possible, he could only sit back and watch the Anbei army coming around to besiege the city.
On March 5, when a large fish-dragon banner tied with five-colored ribbons and embroidered with strange dragon patterns appeared under Fancheng, the last bit of luck for the defenders was invisible.
Although Lei Zhen couldn't watch the situation, from the gloomy eyes of the surrounding generals and the rebellious words of many fierce soldiers, he knew that the city might not be able to defend it before the Anbei army took action.
His face was pale, and he bowed to Dingzhou City in the south: "Your Majesty, if there is no better chance, I am afraid that I will have to die for my country and my family..."
According to the secret message Lei Haomiao gave him, today the capital will hold a ceremony to worship the heaven, using the power of foreign luck to save the situation.
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In the southern suburbs of Dingzhou City, at the place where sacrifices are made to heaven, circles of soldiers guard the area.
The murderous atmosphere and fierce military atmosphere not only made the officials and people who attended the ceremony and onlookers feel uncomfortable, but also did not meet the requirements of the ceremony.
There are too many defenders, and they are very close to the city. Is it necessary to bring out all the palace guards?
In fact, it is really necessary for Lei Haomiao, who knows the current situation.
The north lost three counties in a row. Even if Fancheng can block the front, it is normal for some cavalry and small groups of troops to come from other places.
As early as two days ago, Chu Kai's cavalry outpost appeared a hundred miles outside Dingzhou City.
If it weren't for the thousands of fine cavalry in the imperial guards and the Taoist priests who supported them, who could also detect the enemy's situation, Tianzhen might not have left the city during this festival.
The auspicious time has arrived, and after the horns sound in unison, Shaohua ritual music sounds.
Right Prime Minister Shi Jing, who was dressed in purple robes, led a group of officials in scarlet robes and red robes, and entered the venue in a mighty procession. The atmosphere of a great ceremony suddenly emerged.
Those who have the most noble destiny and the best luck in Dingguo are this group of people. Their official aura is condensed and they dominate the whole place, and all the noise disappears.
Immediately afterwards, generals wearing military uniforms and heavy armor entered the scene, but the lineup of generals was much thinner than the full range of civil servants.
Those who could be named were all Lei. A few calm and heroic generals followed behind, scanning the entire place for any unstable factors.
As civil and military officials gathered together, Shao music suddenly became passionate. A majestic monarch wearing a marquis's crown slowly walked towards the altar.
The clouds have cleared away, and the blue sky is clear.
"The king and his lord offer sacrifices to each other, only asking for mercy from the red sky..."
Lei Haomiao followed the process step by step, with incense lingering and a dense aura gradually surrounding the altar.
"...The grains in the world are prosperous, and the dry sun shines in the sky. We sing and dance together, paying homage to the gods and repaying them with music. All the people watch the imperial edict and solemnly chant it. The country is peaceful, and the life span is long...celebrate with the splendor of etiquette."
However, I bowed and knelt down, but when the long sacrificial words were finished, there was not even a single vision, let alone the blessing from the Emperor of Heaven.
There is no other way, Lei Haomiao can only come up with one
A document storage box wrapped in yellow cloth. This box can store documents and preserve the literary spirit without leaking it.
Use the literary spirit in the literary storage box as a guide to enlighten children and open up their cultural context.
The writing box that Lei Haomiao currently has is the handwritten manuscripts he has collected from the great talents in the state during his years as governor.
Gently open the lid of the box, and the irrepressible literary energy rushes out. Gold, cyan, and red, of which only a few are red.
These manuscripts were originally intended to serve as the clan's heritage, to prevent future generations from being stupid and ruining the reputation of the Lei family.
Lei Haomiao sighed softly, feeling a little reluctant, but in order to let the Red Emperor see him, he had no choice but to make a one-time sacrifice.
According to some secrets left over from the past dynasties, enough literary spirit can give the Emperor of Heaven an extra bit of insight when he understands the great truth. Therefore, worshiping the Heaven with literature may make the Emperor of Heaven happy.
The manuscript in the furnace burned quickly, and thin white smoke gradually rose, and the ashes either settled or danced with the breeze.
Under such special circumstances, all kinds of strange phenomena could not be concealed. Looking at the cultural energy rising into the sky, Lei Haomiao knelt in front of the sacrificial tripod and was filled with piety.
"The humble minister kowtows in prayer and asks His Majesty the Red Emperor to have mercy on you. The northern thieves who have not inherited the good fortune want to seize the country of the Red Fortune and deprive you of food..."
"Your Majesty, please let the light of the red sky shine on the country."
As the prince of a country that bears the red destiny, even though Lei Haomiao is just a mortal, he can really be called a minister in front of the Red Emperor.
Since his ministers were in trouble, the Red Emperor naturally had to turn a blind eye, otherwise many Red Kingdom monarchs in the world would not be disappointed.
When the vigorous spirit of civilization ascends to the sky, a red glow finally shines directly on the high blue sky, and the core of the glow is Lei Haomiao.
"You are sincere, but the trend is irreversible... I hope your family will continue to enjoy prosperity."
The majestic sound resounded through Lei Haomiao's heart, but he was not happy at all.
Is it just that the Baolei family has been prosperous for a long time?
He didn't care whether the owner of the voice was the Red Emperor or not, he immediately cried: "Your Majesty, I am asking for great luck, and I will definitely return it in the future!"
"If you don't lend a helping hand today, Dingguo, which bears the Red Luck, will soon disappear in Tianyuan Continent, and you will lose a loyal mortal minister."
Perhaps it was the sacrifice, or perhaps Lei Haomiao's tearful words really moved the higher-ups.
That majestic roar really gave an idea.
"Since we serve our clan, we should ask for help from our clan. Chitian cannot interfere with humanity's struggle for the dragon like this. I hope you can do it on your own..."
Among the lingering sounds of birds, the red glow has disappeared, and the sacrifice to heaven has come to an end here.
At this time, Zhenjun Shao Yuan, who was patrolling in the distance, frowned and naturally looked towards the core of Dingzhou City.
I saw that the National Fortune Tianzhu, which had been declining and becoming shorter, suddenly shook because of this sacrifice to the sky. Countless light spots fell off, revealing the dilapidated scene inside the Tianzhu.
What's more serious is that some holes are forming in the base of the Tianzhu, that is, the foundation.
This means not only losing the war and losing the national destiny, but also the foundation is shaken and the tall buildings will collapse.
Obviously, Lei Haomiao failed in his sacrifice to heaven and did not get the help he wanted from above.
The last hope was shattered, the foundation was rotten, and the Tianzhu entered the countdown to collapse.
Since Heaven really does not intend to deeply interfere in the human world, the general trend of Dingzhou is clear. The person who built the Dingzhou tripod is most likely Zhou Bai.
Tianyuan Continent, the Middle-earth Dynasty, every time a state is opened, the new state's fortune is collected, the hope of all living beings is gathered, and the state tripod is finally cast to suppress the luck.
The current Dingzhou Ding extracts the hidden destiny of Dingzhou in the sacred city to contribute to the continuation of the Great Xu Kingdom.
In the past dynasties, whenever someone recast the state tripod, the state's fortune would flourish.
If the owner is a bright leader and a talented person, he can take advantage of the prosperity of the state to develop vigorously and lead the state to become strong and prosperous in the next few hundred years.
Shaoyuan is now thinking about meeting Zhou Bai in person, firstly, to completely break the relationship with Daxu and Dingguo, and secondly, to verify whether Zhou Bai is suitable to be the leader of Dingzhou.
The transmission talisman flew towards the south, while he himself walked on the clouds towards the north.
"Come here, please bring the envoy of Daxu here. If you have any important matters, please report to the sect." Lei Haomiao, who hurried back to the palace city, ordered impatiently.
"May I ask your Majesty, what is the purpose of contacting Daxu at this time? What is the specific situation of the sacrifice to heaven?" Right Prime Minister Shi Jing asked with a heavy look on his face.
All the way back to the city, he saw chaos and panic, but there was still order under the pressure of the soldiers.
For the only purple-robed minister in Dingguo, Lei Haomiao still had to respect him more. Besides, if he could give him any useful advice.
So Lei Haomiao told him in detail the conversation that took place during the sacrifice to heaven, and told him that he would borrow luck from Daxu next.
Shi Jing let out a long sigh and asked Heaven for help. If he could really ask for help, there might be a chance of reversal.
But just borrowing luck from the suzerain country, how much luck can be borrowed? Besides, without a foundation of strength, adding luck is just a castle in the air.
He bowed to pay homage and seriously advised: "Why are you doing this? It's better to focus on the actual situation."
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It must be a fortified city.
As long as the defenders and food are sufficient, if ordinary rebels and rebels attack, they will not be able to move an inch in ten days and a half.
Then why does he subconsciously have the idea that Fancheng cannot be defended? By the way, it was the new city defense situation created by Anbei Army.
Powerful trebuchets, innovative siege tactics, siege equipment for various purposes...
The most important thing is that after many battles, he didn't know that the soldiers in the Anbei Army were good at climbing the city.
Fumin City was deliberately raised to five feet and still cannot be defended, so what about Fan City?
"Quick, release the rolling stones and splash the gold juice!"
"No, there are many innate generals in the west city who are climbing up the city using crossbows and arrows..."
"Report, there is a fire in the city, Colonel Ma has led a rebellion."
The city is now in chaos, and it is unknown how many people have rebelled.
Seeing those Anbei troops, who were vigorous in their steps and full of energy like smoke, making a breakthrough in less than half a quarter of an hour after attacking the city, Lei Zhen's heart completely died.
"It seems that uncle didn't ask Chi Tian for help..."
At this time, in Nancheng, which they were personally guarding, Anbei began to board the city first, and the shouts of killing continued to approach.
The lieutenant general and the bodyguard pulled Lei Zhen to leave: "General, withdraw, leave the green mountains without worrying about firewood, and we still have the most powerful city in Dingzhou, which they can't capture!"
But Lei Zhen just shook his head and drew his sword: "Zhou Bai is sure of encirclement and annihilation, so why did he surround three buildings?"
"I only hope that my Lei family can continue in Dingzhou... fight to the death! Kill!"
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On March 6, the last defenders of Fancheng were wiped out, and more than 25,000 people surrendered, but nearly 3,000 people still fought bloody battles with Lei Zhen until they died.
The Lei family maintains a good army, and there are always those who will die loyally.
At this point, all the pass cities north of Dingzhou City were under the control of Anbei.
On March 10, Anbei troops arrived at Dingzhou City.
With only 80,000 soldiers, no one dared to speak loudly in the capital of the country.
