The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the wind is blowing fiercely. Most of these weak scholars are barefoot, stepping on the frosty snow, and they no longer seem to feel the cold.
They ran down frantically, some holding rocks in their hands, others holding thick tree trunks. Without any extra words, they rushed directly towards the Xuanwu Army from the flanks.
Half an hour ago, Mr. Zhan Chen took two or three people to the back mountain in the heavy snow and dark night, telling them not to show up no matter what happened.
Not long after Mr. Zhan Chen left, there was a noise from the bottom of the mountain. Two groups of imperial soldiers and horses were fighting fiercely.
They hid in the mountains, suffering from hunger and cold, looking into the vast darkness of the night, and their ears filled with the hoarse shouts of the young warriors. Finally, they could no longer stand.
Maybe those soldiers were here to catch them, maybe they had already implicated Dongping Academy, but they really didn't know what crime they had committed.
Everything in the world must be based on the law, but what they committed has not been clearly documented.
They have been in jail for several months without any fault. They look forward to being released every day. Day after day, they gradually become thinner and more desperate.
Those who join the prison, whether they are successful or successful, or whether they are mediocre or inactive, are all reduced to prisoners, sick or dead, with no one to care about them.
As the saying goes, there are golden houses and Yan Ruyu in the book of Taoism, but there are also their lives in the book that are as low as the snow under their feet.
Nowadays, the road ahead is hopeless and there is no retreat. Some people stand up and roar loudly, why don't you fight? You will die no matter what, why don't you fight! Why are you cowering here like an incompetent coward!
The teachings of saints and sages have been wasted in this world, the great road is no longer there, the principles do not exist, the sky has no clear sun, and people have no standing. Since it is so difficult to distinguish between pure and dirty, why not use your own flesh and blood to water a pure world!
Several people made passionate speeches, and the resentment and anger accumulated by everyone for many days were completely exploded.
They rushed down, their eyes red with blood, and they rushed forward with high spirits and died generously.
The thinly clad bodies collided with the Xuanwu Army, who were all in black armor. Their anger alone was of no use at all. They were risking their lives.
Blood spurted out in sheets in an instant, and the cold spear pierced the defenseless body, taking away a life in an instant.
The awakening after the hot blood finally made those behind him timid. Some were still rushing, while others turned around and ran away.
But the Xuanwu army would not let them go so easily, and they pursued them angrily, like they were swimming against the tide of a huge crowd.
Song Qingtang quickly ordered a fierce attack on the right wing of Xuanwu Army in an attempt to intercept it.
However, the disparity in military strength between the two sides means that they are gradually being surrounded.
The battle became more and more fierce. Song Qingtang tried to break through several times, but failed.
Miserable screams arose during the massacre, and the literati who had survived the famine and cold fell in large numbers under the spears. Some found opportunities to counterattack, killing one person to repay the enemy, and killing two to avenge others.
The door of Dongping Academy opened wide, and those highly respected and respected senior gentlemen stepped out in droves. Shen Mu stood on the steps of Dongping Academy.
The Xuanwu troops immediately sent out their troops and rushed towards them.
Song Qingtang turned his eyes and shouted, asking people to rush to defend him. At the same time, the young men patrolling the rear couldn't bear it anymore.
They took off their trench coats and robes, pushed aside and tugged at their entourage, and those who carried swords ran with them, while those who didn't picked them up next to the corpses.
They have all learned horse riding, archery and boxing and kicking skills. Whether they can take action or not is another matter. They can't do it by just watching from the sidelines!
The fighting reached its peak, with more and more soldiers and horses falling on both sides. Just as the patrol guards gradually became overwhelmed, thousands of Yanyun guards suddenly rushed from the northeast.
They did not watch the battle from a distance. As soon as they got close, they rushed over with wild shouts and slashed at the Xuanwu soldiers with their swords.
Song Qingtang and his subordinates were all stunned. The person who was charging at the front, Song Qingtang saw at a glance, was Du Yide.
It's this old man!
Song Qingtang didn't think too much, wiped the blood spattered on his face, and continued to kill the Xuanwu troops in front.
The two guards who led the Xuanwu Army over have already been killed by random gunfire. The Xuanwu Army now has no commander and troops at all. Compared with Song Qingtang and Du Yide leading their own troops, they are completely disorganized and in chaos.
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The previous numerical advantage when facing patrol guards completely disappeared with the addition of Yan Yunwei.
In the shortest time, the Xuanwu army was defeated. They retreated, wondering why so long had passed and there was still no news about the troops sent to find General Feng.
When they showed their intention to retreat, Song Qingtang ordered his men to stop.
Du Yide from the Yanyun Guards saw that Song Qingtang's men and horses were not moving, so he also asked them to stop.
The fierce melee scene made both sides red-blooded for a time. Now that they saw that the patrol guards were not reluctant, on the contrary, the Xuanwu Army could not believe that it was so easy to escape from the battle.
But they absolutely did not dare to continue fighting. They looked at Song Qingtang with vigilant eyes, and gradually backed away, making the distance clearer.
Song Qingtang was panting heavily, with multiple injuries on his body, and looked back at them coldly.
There were corpses everywhere on the ground, and many people even realized that they were stepping on corpses.
The Xuanwu troops were neither advancing nor retreating. They looked up at Dongping Academy.
One of the three major official schools in Daqian, it is the largest institution in the capital.
The gentlemen were standing at the door, under the bright lights, their faces gloomy and angry. Their students were surrounding them, and there were many students and literati who had fled. At a glance, there were figures everywhere.
The sky was getting brighter and the long street was quiet. The residents along the street hid in their homes and did not dare to go out. It was the first time in their lives that they encountered such a thing. They really felt that the sky had completely collapsed.
The Xuanwu troops did not move any more. After they retreated, they stood there, facing each other with the two major guardsmen in the capital, and the air condensed.
Song Qingtang clenched the spear in his hand, knowing that these Xuanwu troops were stalling for time.
They are waiting for someone who can really make the decision.
But Song Qingtang cannot take the initiative to attack these people. He can only defend. So far, he has been defending.
Time passed slowly and the sky was completely bright.
The Xuanwu soldiers did not wait for the person they wanted to wait for, but there were more and more people at the gate of Dongping Academy.
The petty officials who are not qualified to be called into the palace, the children of wealthy families who are not engaged in politics but are full of poems and books, the major merchants who are well or not well-educated and have millions of dollars...
