The dusk enveloped the surrounding fields, and the full moon hung alone over the city.
On the tower of Changxia Gate, Yuan Zhongwu's unbridled laughter was like sharp thorns piercing the chests of the Zoroastrian people one after another, making them furious.
The protector of the sun, Zhang Songyue, held the unconscious Shao Yifei in one hand and put a cold blade on his neck with the other hand. Every time he took a step closer, the soldiers of the spear team retreated three feet unwillingly.
In the camp, there is a strict hierarchy, and no compromise is allowed. Situations of "veterans bullying new recruits" and "higher officials crushing people to death" are common here. Therefore, anyone who is willing to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers
, those who advance and retreat together, in the hearts of the soldiers, are generals who are willing to die for them. If this general is also proficient in troop formation and can lead them to defeat the enemy, then he will be like a god!
After all, once you enter the battlefield, danger will always be with you. Life and death, success or failure, all depend on the general’s thoughts. Any military order issued will require the lives of countless soldiers to fill it, and any victory will be filled with countless corpses.
Success. One general's success will lead to thousands of bones drying up. This is truly a motto that weeps blood.
Shao Yifei, the Zhonghou of Huaihua, was such a general. Although he had always run the army harshly, he could sympathize with the soldiers and make clear rewards and punishments. Every year when he went out to fight in the west, he always took the lead. When marching in the camp, the soldiers were recruited and obeyed. When the soldiers obeyed their orders, they all said, "Follow me."
"Shao Zhonghou, the blood will not be shed in vain". If you are born with a generous reward and die well, even if you go to a certain battle and never come back, you don't have to worry about the court's compensation, being "cut off" midway, and not being able to reach the hands of the widow and orphan. Shao Zhonghou will make the decision for them.
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However, at this time, Shao Zhonghou was captured by mistake, and he was not sure whether he was alive or dead. There were people on the tower who were rubbing salt on the wounds, and did not take Shao Zhonghou's safety seriously at all. This alone has aroused public anger.
During the recruitment process, there were young generals such as team leaders, team leaders, and commanders. They turned around and knelt down at the top of the city, asking the city chief to let them go so that they could save Shao Zhonghou's life. However, although Yuan Zhongwu was well versed in the court,
The fight was nothing more than marching. He just looked at the Zoroastrian people who were pressing forward step by step. His smile gradually faded, his eyes narrowed, and he was completely indifferent to the request to recruit troops for the camp.
When Zhang Songyue was carrying Shao Yifei and walked into the place of arrows with the other believers, he saw Yuan Zhongwu wave with one hand. Many Su guards immediately opened their bows and held crossbows, aiming their black arrowheads at the hearts of Zhang Songyue and others. With just one order,
No matter how superb these Zoroastrian monsters are in martial arts, they will most likely fail here.
Zhang Songyue looked at the reaction on the top of the city tower, and then looked at the expressions of the soldiers on both sides, and knew that he had made the right bet this time. He couldn't help but feel angry and dropped to his Dantian, and laughed loudly: "The drums haven't stopped, we are waiting to enter the city, I don't know.
Which law has been violated? Is it worthy for you to mobilize troops and crowds to greet me?"
The people on the city tower were actually thirty feet away from Zhang Songyue and the other disciples. However, the words of the laughter were clear and confident, which actually made the captain and all the guards who were guarding the city slightly startled: it seemed to make some sense.
.At this time, the curfew has not been lifted, why can't Zoroastrian believers enter the city? Moreover, once they are put into the city, they are beasts in a cage and turtles in a jar. They can be kneaded as much as they want...
When Yuan Zhongwu heard this, he immediately felt like he was in a rage! Today, he led his team to intercept the Zoroastrian saint and fled back with broken halberds. He had already lost all his face. Unexpectedly, these Zoroastrian monsters were so shameless that they actually beat her up and questioned the people who were guarding the city.
It’s really the most ridiculous thing in the world!
Yuan Zhongwu raised his eyebrows, spoke loudly, and scolded him for a long time, but everyone in the city felt like the humming of mosquitoes. They listened for a long time, but they couldn't hear clearly. Yuan Zhongwu saw that he was scolding, and the people in the city couldn't hear clearly.
But he looked confused, and he immediately understood the problem. He grabbed the nine-foot-thin white pole of the "Bazhou Double Hero" next to him, and said in a stern voice: "Tell these monsters! The power of this officer cannot be tolerated.
If you are provocative and have the guts to come in, you will be called the 'Holy Maiden' and will die miserably!"
The nine-foot-thin man with a white pole, his neck slightly twisted, and his charming appearance naturally appeared. After a slight cough, his high-pitched voice resounded outside Changxiamen: "You idiot from Zoroastrianism! Want to enter Luoyang City? Humph! How can it be so cheap! First,
Let the 'Saint Girl' warm Mr. Yuan's bed, then kneel down under the city, and give each of you three hundred slaps on the face. If you can make Mr. Yuan's anger go away, then we will let you into the city! Otherwise, let's all come in sideways!"
Zhang Songyue sneered: "What a sissy! Why don't you clean yourself and give your master Yuan a room and a warm bed? This protector has only respected men in his life, so I think I should kill him if he is half-yin and half-yang like you."
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After hearing the first half of the suggestion, Bai Ganzhan tilted his head and started thinking, looking quite moved. After hearing the second half of the sentence "half yin but not yang", he immediately threw his hand down, put his wrist on his waist, and said angrily: "
You, you... If you don't take the road to the fairy world, you will fall into hell without any door! They will kill you and skin you to make a rug!"
After Bai Gangzhan finished speaking, with trembling hands and a ferocious face, he jumped down from the tower, first scratched Zhang Songyue's broad face, and then chopped it into pieces...
Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhongwu was already furious. Holding back the chill in his heart, he opened the white pole and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Fire the arrow!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..."
In an instant, the sound of strings and arrows came rushing towards me one after another!
Many soldiers from the camp were recruiting, lowering their heads and brandishing their spears, and stood in front of Shao Yifei, forming a thick human wall.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! The sound of the collision of arrowheads and armor was like raindrops hitting the tiles between the tiles and the earth wall. It was quite brave and heroic. Even Zhang Songyue, the "originator of the terracotta warriors", couldn't help but be moved by it:
This Huaihua Zhonghou is really popular among the people! If his life is really taken, wouldn't these Qiu Ba people immediately turn around and fight with themselves and their brothers in the sect?
After thinking about it, Zhang Songyue did not hesitate. Taking advantage of the moment when the arrow rain slowed down, he shouted loudly: "Protect the 'saint' and enter the city quickly!"
All the disciples responded in unison. While waving their weapons and deflecting arrows, they protected the "Saint Girl" with their bodies. They put their short bodies behind the soldiers and rushed towards the Changxia Gate. From time to time, they became pregnant.
After being hit by several arrows, the unsustainable believer fell down beside the "Saint Girl" and could not get up again. The believer next to him immediately filled the gap and continued to protect the "Saint Girl", facing the rain of arrows and moving forward indomitably...
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The stars and the moon shine in the dome, and the city gates are scattered with blood.
The rain of arrows pierced the air, letting out a chilling low groan, splitting open the cheeks, piercing the throat, and sinking into the chest... little bits of blood spattered out, and life quickly passed through the blood.
Seeing the Zoroastrian believers below the city tower falling one after another, Yuan Zhongwu couldn't help but feel an inexplicable joy in his heart. The wild laughter sounded again, which seemed particularly abrupt and harsh under the graying night.
Fortunately, the suspension bridge on the moat was not too long. Deaths and injuries were inevitable, but within a few breaths, the believers had already pushed them to the door of Changxia Gate. The believers kept moving, raising their swords in their hands, and rushed into the doorway.
Fighting with Su Wei who came to stop him.
If you look down from above, the whole process will look like soldiers marching in a camp, using their armor to form a "human shield". The believers push the "human shield" and drive straight in. Before the arrows on the tower are all rained down, they are already swarming out of the city.
The guards were mixed together. The guards on the tower were accidentally injured, so they had to put away their bows and crossbows, put on their spears and halberds, and rush down to support them.
Zhang Songyue was carrying Shao Yifei, who was a burden after all. He deliberately slowed down his pace and looked at the believers who were walking all the way rushing into the city, then threw Shao Zhonghou back and retreated.
Upon seeing this, all the soldiers rushed forward and hurriedly took Shao Zhonghou down. After confirming that he was still alive, they felt relieved. Then they raised their spears and, together with the city gate guards, chased the believers who broke into the city.
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The five rounds of evening drums are about to end, and the "saints" who have dispersed to various sects are not all so lucky.
Outside the Yongtong Gate, three or four missionaries including Li Shaochen, the Buddhist envoy, led several believers and protected a "saint", and they also wanted to force their way into the city. Unexpectedly, the guards and soldiers guarding the Yongtong Gate
, especially brave! After several unsuccessful attempts to rush to the door, the lasso thrown by the soldiers caught the "saint" and many believers, and dragged them back to the city one by one. It was more likely to be more dangerous than good.
At Jianchun Gate, Shangdong Gate, Anxi Gate, and Hui'an Gate, there were "saints" who were caught by the guards when they entered the city. There were also "saints" who, under the protection of the congregation, saw that the situation was not good, turned around and ran away.
Fortunately, I escaped into the vast night...
Taiwei Palace, Ginkgo Villa.
The guards who performed their duties conscientiously lit several long lanterns in the courtyard, illuminating the quiet and quiet courtyard as bright as day. Even the stars and moonlight seemed to have dimmed a lot.
On the stone table in the courtyard, there are a variety of exquisite tea snacks and a complete set of tea-making utensils. The charcoal fire in the stove is extinguished, the spring water in the iron pot is gradually opening, and the tea soup in several sapphire-covered bowls is being replenished, cooled, and replenished again.
Surrounding the stone table are several finely carved stone stools. Wang Jin, the envoy of Taiwei Palace, Xiaojing of Henan Yin, Tan Lingde of Zhiguo School, Chen Wanglu of Shaoyin, and others were seated separately as guests and hosts. While enjoying refreshments,
On the one hand, I was chatting about all the absurd things Zoroastrianism has done since it entered China.
From time to time, scouts rush in and report truthfully the latest situation of "Eight Gates and One Water", no matter how big or small.
The first news came from the west sluice of the city. Several people heard it and were quite excited. It turned out that Tai Zhuhong Zhiye lived up to his trust, captured the saint, handed over the boat, and sailed towards the city. For a moment, Xiao Jing
, Tan Lingde and others all congratulated each other and praised Hong Taizhu as a beautiful and talented person.
When the second news came from Houzaimen, everyone already felt that something was wrong. Another "saint", protected by a Zoroastrian monster, failed to enter the city and escaped. It can be seen from this that the "saint" captured by Hong Taizhu,
The authenticity is already in doubt.
Then came the third path, the fourth path, the fifth path, the sixth path...
As news came back one after another, Wang Jin's expression gradually turned from calm and composed at the beginning to livid. Even the tea in the bowl became extremely bitter. Even with tea, the taste was really real.
Indescribable.
It turns out that in the "eight gates and one water" of Luoyang City, traces of nine "saints" appeared one after another: some were captured, some were on the run, and some had already entered the city and were hiding somewhere...
What was originally thought to be an unbreakable arrangement and a watertight plan was cleverly cracked by Zoroastrianism's "secret attack on Chen Cang" and the "Li Daitao Zombie" move.
Wang Jin felt upset and wanted to get up and walk around. Suddenly he felt dizzy and couldn't stand steadily, so he fell to the side.
Xiao Jing and others exclaimed, and when they wanted to get up to help them, it was too late!
Fortunately, the two maids serving on the side had quick eyesight and quick hands, and rushed over to help Wang Jin, thus saving his remaining dignity.
At this moment, a guard hurried in, clasped his fists and saluted: "Your Excellency, Mr. Hong Taizhu! Hong Taizhu is back and said that he has reported a thief."
Wang Jin was supported by his maid and sat down on the stone bench again. After calming down, he said weakly: "Call in! I just hope that the one he caught is the real 'saint'."
After a while, Hong Zhiye rushed in. Before he could reach him, he knelt down and prostrated himself, crying loudly: "Your Majesty the Palace Envoy! The Zoroastrian monster is so insidious and vicious that I almost won't be able to come back..."