Chen Biao and Zhebu no longer had the will to fight, so they retreated with their troops. However, the strength of the troops is also due to their strength. Once the strength of the army is gone, the retreat will turn into a big defeat.
Hu Maozhen, the commander-in-chief of Yulin Town, saw General Hu with bright armor and numerous bodyguards. He thought he was an enemy general, so he drew his bow and shot at him. Zhebu was galloping on his horse, and his arrows were fast and fierce. He could shoot with just one arrow. Shot through the back of the heart, the man dies immediately, but the horse's speed does not slow down.
Chen Bangyan was also in danger, but fortunately his eldest son Chen Gongyin fought bravely and risked his life to protect his old father and escape into Duanben Palace.
In the Duanben Palace, Zhu Ruodeng, the Ji King of the Ming Dynasty, had no time to taste the celebratory wine after defeating his eldest brother, and heard the bad news that Yulin and Tengxiang towns were attacking him. In the battle to seize the gate, although he defeated the army loyal to the prince, but His subordinates suffered many casualties, how could they defeat the two fierce tigers Yu Lin and Teng Xiang?
"Why did the two towns of Yulin and Tengxiang attack Gu? Gu can't understand," he murmured to himself.
"No, we missed something!" Advisor Lu Shiyi suddenly turned pale.
"What's the matter?" Zhu Ruodeng asked.
"The one in Qianqing Palace", after Lu Shiyi finished speaking, his face became increasingly bitter.
"Are you talking about my father? But my father has been seriously ill, how can we mobilize the troops?" Zhu Ruodeng looked suspicious.
"Queen, the prince is dead, but the palace has been unable to find any news about the Holy One. Don't you think it's strange? If you want to regulate Yulin and Tengxiang Town, you must have the Holy Order. There are only two possibilities: one is the Holy One's The dragon's body has recovered, and secondly, someone, in the name of the Holy One, hijacked the emperor to order the princes."
As if to verify Lu Shiyi's statement, thunderous voices sounded around Duanben Palace, "The holy driver is here, return quickly", "The holy driver is here, return quickly", "The holy driver is here, return quickly" ”??
"Holy driver?"
Zhu Ruodeng was shocked and led his men to the city to wait and see.
In the boundless feather forest around, among the military flags of Tengxiang Second Town, a coiled dragon banner is particularly conspicuous. Under the banner, that old, tall figure, who is it if it is not his father? Sitting on the horse, There is no sign of illness at all.
It turned out that his father was not sick, but he was pretending to be sick to test his loneliness! The pain of being betrayed by a close relative instantly filled his chest, making him sad and even more angry!
"Father, you are so vicious. You just watch your son and the prince's brother kill each other!" Zhu Ruodeng's tears flowed down uncontrollably. God is pitiful, the old emperor is really sick, not pretending to be sick, it's just God's will. I was so sick that I was about to die, but I came back to life from the gate of hell. Many misunderstandings in the world are caused by coincidences. It is a coincidence that this is the truth.
Seeing Emperor Guangwu suddenly appear in front of the battle, the defenders of Duanben Palace suddenly changed their expressions, and the morale of the army was turbulent. After all, the old emperor was a famous hero of the generation, and fighting against the emperor would be treason!
"Your Highness, gentlemen, please don't be deceived. That's not your Majesty, it's someone pretending to be you." Lu Shiyi reacted first and shouted loudly.
"Yes, your majesty is seriously ill, how can you still lead the army? This must be a traitor pretending to be your majesty to confuse our army." Chen Bangyan also reacted and shouted together with Lu Shiyi.
The incident of seizing the gate had such an impact that even the queen and the prince died. Once they surrendered, the real culprits who killed the queen and the prince were investigated, and the King of Ji might not be in trouble. They and others could never escape. Therefore, there was no way out and they could only go one way.
At the end of the day, even if the old emperor in front of the battle is real, he can only be fake.
"It's fake, it's definitely fake." Generals Chen Biao, Zhang Mingxiang, and Tuba all said it was fake. When the generals saw that the person in front of them was a fake emperor, the morale of the army stabilized again amid half-belief and doubt.
"Deng'er, come back quickly, I will save you from death. I have already lost a son, and I don't want to lose another one." The old figure spoke, his voice full of deep sadness. Maybe he couldn't bear this kind of sadness.
In the atmosphere, several birds chirped a few times and flew into the sky.
Zhu Ruodeng shed tears but said nothing.
Lu Shiyi found a few gunners and snorted coldly: "You aim at that old man and shoot, if you hit, you will be rewarded!"
Unlike other people who fear the imperial power and are willing to be the emperor's lackeys, he is a democrat. What he hates most is the overbearing emperor who puts the interests of his family before the millions of people in the Ming Dynasty. Especially this Emperor Guangwu, who suppressed
In his eyes, freedom of speech and the persecution of conscientious scholars are not a wise king, but a traitor to the people. Therefore, there is no psychological burden to find someone to attack the old emperor.
"Mr. Lu, the distance is quite far. It's difficult to hit," said an old gunner.
"It doesn't matter. If you hit it, there will be a big reward. If you don't hit it, it's okay to scare this old man." Lu Shiyi smiled.
"Chirp ~ chirp ~ chirp ~"
Several large cannonballs were fired at the old emperor. The distance was too far and the accuracy was not enough. They only exploded next to the old emperor.
"咴聿聿!"
The war horse neighed and almost threw the old emperor off the horse. After all, he was an emperor on horseback. He quickly controlled the war horse and retreated slowly.
"You rebel, how dare you kill your father!" The great emperor burst into tears.
"Kill~kill~kill~" Generals Yang Huai, Zhang Chengwu, Hu Maozhen, Chen Qice, and Ma Laicai led their troops towards Duanben Palace.
"Kill~kill~kill~" King Ji's generals Chen Biao, Zhang Mingxiang, Tuba, Chen Gongyin and others faced the battle bravely without fear.
King Ji's men fought bloody battles for days and suffered heavy casualties. They fought fiercely for a long time and were inevitably tired. However, Yulin and Tengxiang towns had been recharging their strength for a long time, and the number of their troops was far greater than King Ji's army. Once the battle started, the emperor's
The men and horses gained the upper hand, little by little, and finally won the war.
Chen Biao and Tuba died on the way to the charge, with their eyes wide open and unwilling to rest in silence.
Looking at Chen Gongyin's body covered with arrows, Chen Bangyan burst into tears, ignoring the surrounding troops.
"Your Highness, be careful." Zhang Mingxiang threw himself in front of Zhu Ruodeng and shot him in the chest with an arrow. Blood spurted out, "General, I will follow Your Highness for the rest of my life. Even if I die, I will not hate you!"
Zhu Ruodeng shed tears, and when he looked at Zhang Mingxiang again, he was completely exhausted.
The old emperor's soldiers came, and they surrounded him on three levels inside and three outside. They were like a forest of swords and guns, but no one dared to take action. The Holy Edict: Don't hurt King Ji, I want to live.
The big shots always appear last, and the old emperor finally arrived. Long Yan was furious and said with boundless power, "You traitor, how dare you shoot me with a cannon? Do you really want to kill your father?"
"This is what my subordinates did, it was not my intention," Ruodeng Zhu said in a calm tone, not seeming to be lying.
"Yeah", the old emperor looked better.
"Why did my father pretend to be ill and make fun of my brother and me?" Zhu Ruodeng asked back.
"Making malingering?"
The old emperor smiled bitterly, "I'm not faking it, it's a real illness, but I just don't know why, but my illness is cured inexplicably."
"What the father says is whatever it is, and I believe it." Ruodeng Zhu said that he believed it, but the expression on his face was that of disbelief.
Seeing his son's painful expression, the old father softened his heart and said, "Deng'er, put down your weapons. I will forgive your innocence."
Zhu Ruodeng smiled miserably, "So many soldiers died for the son, how could the son dare to live alone? Kuang'er rebelled against his father and killed his brother. He is an unfaithful, unfilial and unjust person. How can he live between heaven and earth?"
"Zheng!" He pulled out the knife.
"Deng'er!" the old emperor exclaimed.
The sword was drawn horizontally, an arrow of blood spurted out, and King Ji of the Ming Dynasty returned to dust.
In later generations, there was a man named "Yangyang Daming" who wrote a song for him:
