Chapter two hundred and sixteen he laughed and cried
The Battle of Yicheng was a battle destined to shock the world and have far-reaching consequences.
But now, the news of the human race's victory in the First Battle of Yicheng has not yet spread, and the effect it brings is just the flapping of wings of a butterfly. The track of history has quietly turned. It is far from the war that took place in Roucheng, the capital of Anling County.
Attract some people's attention more.
On this day, the sky is cloudy.
There was fierce fighting up and down the city walls of Rou City, but there was a big gap between the quantity and quality of the armies of both sides, so the scene naturally became one-sided.
No one could have imagined that the attack and defense of a county capital could be so careless.
Smoke was everywhere, and the shouts of killing were loud.
All movements can pass through most of the dead city and be clearly transmitted to the prefect's palace deep in the city.
There was no one in the prefect's palace anymore.
The former palace guards were ordered to go up the city wall. The golden-armored generals who were originally majestic and fearless, but when they had to fight with real swords and spears on the city wall, they were so frightened that they trembled like quails.
Most of the former palace attendants have already fled. Even if they try to escape from the palace, there is a high probability that they will not be able to escape from the city. They still escape anyway. It seems that as long as they stay in the palace, they will be killed.
Most of the ladies and beauties in the harem had nowhere to escape.
Their families did not dare to take them home under such circumstances. They had only this deep palace home. If the towering city walls could not make them safer, then it would not be safe anywhere else.
Sitting on the throne in the main hall of the front palace was a middle-aged man with a haggard face and a thin body. His face was sallow, as if he had anorexia, and he was sitting listlessly.
In the center of the hall, there were seven men in black kneeling in a row. Among them was the short old man Luo Chuan had seen many times on his way back home.
The middle-aged man looked out from the open door of the palace blankly. There were always fireworks in the far south of the city. He smiled sarcastically, "It takes so long to attack a city like this.
Chen Jingzhi, who was described as a savage beast by my ministers, seems to be nothing more than that."
The seven men in black didn't react at all, they just knelt down and listened quietly.
The middle-aged man was used to talking to himself like that, his voice echoing in the empty hall, very lonely, "Taishan, if I had listened to your advice, would it have been better?"
After waiting for no response, he shook his head and said to himself, "Probably not. Even if Liu Feixu dies, Han Feng will still surrender. The ministers have complained so much in memorials these days."
He talked so much and none of them hit the point, but I actually understood him. The bottom line is that he has no confidence in the current Anling County. He doesn’t think that the current Anling County can stop Li County, and he doesn’t think that the current Anling County can stop Li County.
This Anling can stop Guangjun, but it can't."
"Yes, I staked everything on Chunyang City, but I still can't stop it," he said with a self-deprecating smile, "In the past years, Han Feng dared to fight me and Liu Feixu.
, I think he was very ambitious and even thought about taking control of Roucheng, but now it seems that he was just playing house. After Lu Zu died, the world was in chaos. Compared with Li County and Guang County, he was even worse than Si.
Compared with the barbarians, his few troops and my few troops are nothing. So it is good to surrender. If I were in his position, I would surrender earlier and more thoroughly. Even the battle of Liangcang City
No need, if we surrender cleanly with tens of thousands of troops, maybe the man named Luochuan can let me continue to be the general of Nancheng."
"Unfortunately, I am not Han Feng. My surname is Yan. I am the prefect of Anling County. I have worked hard for more than 20 years, endured the humiliation and pretended to be a grandson for more than 20 years, but in the end it was all in vain. Why, why?!" he said in a tone of voice.
He began to be resentful, so that his face became ferocious, "I killed the powerful minister Dong Fu, founded Zhen Ge, integrated the Roucheng court, filled the private treasury of the palace, and captured Sichuan City with kindness and power.
As long as you give me a few more years, as long as you give me a few more years, I can kill Han Feng and recapture Nancheng, and even force Liu Feixu to integrate the entire Anling County...!!"
"But God didn't give me this time, why, why..." He looked up to the sky and sighed, his expression dull, tears streaming down his face, "Just because my grandfather is not Yun Zhong, and my father is not Luo Tianen,
But even if you could leave me a complete Roucheng in the beginning, I wouldn't have to rely on pretending to be crazy and acting stupid to survive the first few years. What I'm missing is just a few years...
....”
"Boom, boom...!"
Suddenly there was a loud sound outside the palace, like a hammer beating a drum, and the sound spread throughout the half-empty prefect's palace.
"My lord, it's time to go," the short old man Luo Chuan had seen among the seven men in black looked back at the entrance of the prefect's palace, raised his head and said to the middle-aged man on the throne, "If you don't leave, I'll leave."
It’s really too late…!!”
"Let's go? Where?" the middle-aged man murmured.
"Guangjun!" the short old man said quickly, "Now that Lijun occupies most of Anling County, Guangjun will not give up, but they lack a reason to send troops. If the Lord goes to Guangjun...
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"It's useless," the middle-aged man said with a faint smile, "A conspiracy with that Luochuan kid was like seeking skin from a tiger, but it's not the same with Yun Bailou? It's the same, it's useless," he stretched out his hand to caress his withered skin.
Cheek said, "Besides, I don't have the thought or time to pretend to be a grandson for decades and start over again..."
"Lord, you must not...!" Before the short old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man looked at the row of men in black who raised their heads in the hall with a gentle smile, and waved to them, "The most correct thing I, Yan Qichen, have ever done in my life is to get to know you. We have done this over the years.
With so many things, even if I still lose in the end, my ancestors can't blame me, but... if the Yan family in Anling dies on its own, then I will die in Roucheng," he waved his hand to indicate
The seven men in black left, "Remember, you don't owe me anything, I owe it to you, and now I'm going to die and I can't pay it back," he smiled as shamelessly as when he first met them, and said,
"I'll pay you back in the next life."
"My lord...!" The seven men in black wanted to say more, but they heard shouts of killing coming from the direction of the gate of the prefect's palace.
"Okay, go ahead and let my son be an ordinary person," the middle-aged man waved his hand again, "Don't let me leave without peace of mind."
The seven men in black had tears streaming down their faces, but the short old man just kowtowed three times to the middle-aged man with red eyes, then stood up and said, "Let's go."
The other six men in black looked at him one by one, but he strode towards the back of the palace, "Have you forgotten Zhen Ge's original oath?"
The six men in black were stunned for a moment, then they kowtowed to the middle-aged man one by one with gritted teeth, and then flew away.
When the hall was finally empty, the middle-aged man held his face tightly with one hand and let tears fall from his fingers. He smiled and cried, "Thank you so much...Thank you so much."