One side of the long street is bright and the other is dark, and the light divides it into two worlds.
The Xuanwu troops came at a faster pace. Song Qingtang stretched out his hand, held his spear horizontally, and said, "Stop!"
The silver armor on his body was different from the black armor on the Xuanwu Army, so the Xuanwu Army easily recognized him as a patrol guard.
Just a little Kyoto patrol guard.
"Get out of the way!" The guard said condescendingly on his horse, "We are here with the emperor's order, so get out of the way!"
He was used to following other people around, and for the first time he shouted orders in his own capacity. This unwarranted sense of majesty made his voice full of energy.
"Is there any handwriting?" Song Qingtang asked.
The guard frowned, pulled out his sword, and pointed it straight at it: "Go away, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"
"Handwriting!" Song Qingtang refused to give in and looked at him coldly, "What imperial order did you receive?"
The imperial order he received was to destroy Dongping Academy.
As for the handwritten edicts, it was criticized by the world. How could Emperor Xuanyan have any handwritten edicts?
"Get out of the way!" Konoe said.
"Handwritten order!" Song Qingtang replied.
The guard was so angry that he stepped forward with his legs under the horse's belly and slashed away with the sword in his hand.
Song Qingtang raised the spear in his hand, and the swords and guns clashed, with the sound of fire.
Song Qingtang himself was very strong, and now that he was standing with his feet on the ground, he could use his strength to fight back with greater force. The guard on the horse staggered and stabilized his body in time, causing pain in the tiger's mouth.
"What are you doing!"
"Are you looking for death!"
"Who are you!"
The soldiers behind the guards stepped forward and shouted angrily.
The soldiers behind Song Qingtang also stepped forward: "General Lang!"
At the same time, they all set up their battle arrays.
The spear in Song Qingtang's hand was half a foot into the snow, splashing fine snowflakes.
"Handwriting!" Song Qingtang said in a deep voice, his voice loud and clear.
Every soldier here is tall, and Song Qingtang is especially tall. He is dressed in silver armor and has a tiger's back and waist. Standing like this, he looks like one man is in charge, and ten thousand people can't stop him.
The guards were in a panic.
At first I thought he was at least a little older, but when I got closer I realized that he still had a childish look on his face.
Now that I heard the word "lang general" again, I understood even more that this was still a young man with a high official rank, and his face looked even more ugly.
He is younger than him, taller than him, more powerful than him, and even stronger than him.
The guards clenched their swords tightly, but they were afraid of nothing. They came under the emperor's order this time, so there was nothing to be afraid of!
"Should you get out of the way?" Konoe said through gritted teeth.
Song Qingtang saw the viciousness and curses in his eyes. Song Qingtang glared at him even more fiercely and said: "There is no handwriting, get out!"
"Are you serious that you won't let me go?" Konoe's blade pointed at him again.
The answer was still the same word.
"roll!"
Konoe yelled: "You are looking for death!"
The broadsword slashed again, and the soldiers behind him followed up with their guns, showing their strong skills.
The light of the sword was swung down in the air, causing a roar again. The moment Song Qingtang blocked the sword, the spear swept away, the sharp light broke through the heavy snow, and the guards were taken off the horse. The other Xuanwu Army soldiers rushed over, Song
The patrol guards behind Qingtang came forward at the same time.
The Xuanwu Army had all been on the battlefield, and the few days of massacre had already awakened the bloodlust in their bodies.
As for the consequences of fighting against the Jingzhao guards in the capital, that is not within their scope of consideration. Just like why they destroyed Qingshan Academy and Dongping Academy, it is not under their control. They are following the imperial order, and these
The patrol guards who knew the heights and heights of the sky were blocking them.
The sword-and-gun clash between Konwei and Song Qingtang just now had scared many of the people behind them to look pale. When the real conflict broke out, the young masters who were accustomed to peace and the daughters who had lived in boudoir for a long time were all shocked or covering their faces.
His mouth was glaring, his legs were weak, and his servants and maids were frightened and pulled him back. The scholars and some family members who had come to Dongping Academy were even more shocked when they saw this scene.
Cold weapons clashed, sharp and harsh. In front of Dongping Academy, the two armies struggled to meet the enemy with ferocious momentum. Blood was splashed on the snow, boiling the cold frost and snow, and meandered past the fallen bodies that still had residual warmth.
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To the surprise of the Xuanwu Army, this patrol guard was not as vulnerable as they thought. Everyone was brave and good at fighting, quick in action, and advanced and retreated in an orderly and orderly manner, just like a battle-hardened soldier.
Like a patrol guard hanging around in the capital.
The young man was fighting in front, and his eyes were red.
Song Qingtang was full of rage. His spear and blade would never point at "his own people", but he could no longer help him. Whenever he showed any signs of weakness, the opponent's weapons would come straight to his face.
Those Xuanwu troops guessed right. The soldiers and horses behind Song Qingtang all came back from the North with him. This is the biggest reason why they are now willing to follow Song Qingtang here.
Compared with the patrol guards in the capital, they are more able to endure hardships and have more endurance. Even if they take turns guarding here for a day, once they are involved in a fierce battle, they will be as fierce generals as tigers.
However, Song Qingtang felt very sad.
These soldiers did not die in the northern border. They survived various major battles such as assaults, counterattacks, sieges, and defenses. However, it is very likely that they will be buried in Kyoto tonight.
And if they survive, they don't know what will be waiting for them next.
Song Qingtang clearly understood that these Xuanwu troops came under the emperor's order and disobeyed the emperor. This was treason.
Not only these people, but the entire Song family may be implicated by him, let alone whether Song Du is currently in the palace.
However, he had no choice. He guarded the door of Dongping Academy today!
Whether he called him rebellious or wanted to use the Song family to threaten him, Song Qingtang's blood boiled and burned. He swiped his spear at the head of the Xuanwu Army in front of him. The Xuanwu Army soldier was knocked down by the heavy blow, his eyes turned white, and his orifices were bleeding.
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Before he could react, the soldiers behind Song Qingtang immediately went up and stabbed the soft part of his neck with a heavy shot, causing blood to spurt out.
The snow is swirling in the wind, fluttering in all directions, like a clamor coming from the underworld, roaring and opening its mouth towards the world.
In front of the gate of Dongping Academy, the largest university in the capital and one of the three official schools in Daqian, the patrol guards' silver armor and the Xuanwu army's black armor collided fiercely, killing each other with overwhelming murderous intent.
The number of black armored soldiers is superior, and the black pressure is overwhelming. However, the physical strength of the patrol guards is extremely exhausted. If this continues for a long time, they will only fall into passivity.
Song Qingtang raised his head and looked northeast.
Shen Lie asked him to try to dispatch the 50% troops of Yanyun Guards, but the people he sent have not returned yet.
Can it be adjusted?
Can you make it in time?
Is there enough time?
But at this moment, a burst of angry shouts suddenly rose into the sky.
Song Qingtang paused, fended off a wave of attacks, and looked back under the cover of the guards.
On the mountain path leading to the back entrance of Dongping Academy, hundreds of skinny scholars ran out roaring, with neat steps and ragged clothes.
