For him, Bianliang City at this time was a battlefield. There were hundreds of monks on his side, 800 soldiers from the princess's palace, and less than a hundred men in blue from underground forces.
The opponent is thousands of well-equipped Forbidden Guards, but our side is at a disadvantage in terms of equipment and numbers.
So at first, Xie Changyuan planned to behead him and directly kill Fukuda Ichiro, the master of the Twelve Divine Palaces, in order to break the fighting spirit of the imperial guards.
However, after two attempts, he was stopped by Li Muzhi, the martial god of the second realm. Faced with this variable, Xie Changyuan could only change his strategy, use his own abilities to cause as much damage as possible on the battlefield, and use brute force to defeat the psychological defense of the Forbidden Army and win the battle.
The greatest result.
As for Li Muzhi, he was just a thug. Xie Changyuan didn't think that winning him would be of any benefit to this war.
So the scene is that Li Muzhi chases Xie Changyuan. As long as there is a chance to distance himself, Xie Changyuan will rush into the crowd and cause great damage with the terrifying heat of his indestructible body.
Then the face of Li Muzhi, the first warrior of the Later Tang Dynasty, became darker and darker.
"Xie Changyuan!" he shouted.
Xie Changyuan ignored him and continued to use Tiyun Kung Fu to move forward. In the blink of an eye, he had already flown a hundred feet away.
As if he felt something was wrong, Xie Changyuan stopped on a rooftop and looked back, only to find that Li Muzhi did not catch up, but stayed where he was, panting.
He was not tired, but angry.
The two of them faced each other in silence. Faced with Li Muzhi's angry look, Xie Changyuan looked indifferent.
A head-on showdown between samurai? Don't be ridiculous. I am a war general. What I need to consider is how to win the battle, rather than catching you, the most powerful warrior in the field, for a life-or-death showdown. Fighting with you is very useful.
Is it a sense of accomplishment? Can it determine the situation of the Song Dynasty after today?
Xie Changyuan's inner thoughts were roughly the same.
Li Muzhi sneered, seemingly aware of Xie Changyuan's thoughts.
"Haha, don't you really think that by making such a fuss back and forth, you can wear out the imperial army here and then kill the priests and envoys of my palace?"
Li Muzhi shook his head and looked at Xie Changyuan with a mocking look.
"I admit that you are very skillful. First, you showed the picture of Purgatory on Earth to cause a mutiny, which made our palace lose the hearts of the people. Then you secretly made a plan to restore the ability of the monks to move and made them rise up to resist. Then you instigated the rebellion of the princess palace.
The government soldiers are in unified formation with you. Although this power is still nothing, when the group of people holding artillery appear, you have a vague possibility of victory."
"But I'm curious."
Li Muzhi took a deep breath and asked with bright eyes.
"How did you delay the support of the other Custodes living in the city?"
This is not only a question for him, but also for Wang Ming and all the soldiers of the Forbidden Army.
The passageways in Bianliang City are well developed, and there are 25 roads that can lead directly to Xuanshentai, each of which can carry hundreds to thousands of troops.
But the strange thing is that there has been a commotion here at the Xuanshen Tower for more than an hour, but not a single reinforcement came from outside, as if they didn't see the smoke from the Beacon Tower at all.
Xie Changyuan was lost in thought for a moment, as if he thought of something in his mind, and finally said in a deep voice.
"I have fifty cavalry and a Great Wall built with flesh and blood."
Li Muzhi seemed to understand the meaning and nodded silently.
But he started shaking his head again.
"Although the people around you are warriors who are willing to commit their lives to you, you should also understand that the overall situation cannot be decided by a small-scale war at all. The national conditions of the Song Dynasty are rotten, and they are rotten at the root. There is no one in the court. Mingjun, you gave the Shrine the opportunity to infiltrate. When Hui Emperor Zhao Shuo died just now, how many court officials immediately went to save people? There are already many people in this country who are secretly subordinates of the Shrine. "
It is undoubtedly a tragedy for a country to need a foreigner to save it, and the most frightening thing is that some people do not know that they are being saved, and even worse, they think that they do not need to be saved.
In the past, how many people of the Song Dynasty bowed their heads and listened under the lecture platform of the Twelve Shrines, and believed in the teachings of the Shrines under the brainwashing of the Zen monks?
How many people saw the great Song warriors defeated by the envoys of the Divine Palace under the ring, and were frightened by the force of the Twelve Divine Palaces?
As for the dignitaries in the court, how many of them saw that the trend of settling in the Twelve Divine Palaces was unstoppable, and wrote letters behind their backs to surrender?
Even the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, I, was determined to cooperate with the Twelve Divine Palaces before his death. From the emperor to the common people, they had already accepted the existence of the Twelve Divine Palaces in a subtle way for several years.
A group of people are fighting to the death here, but do the people in the entire city really know that they are fighting for them?
What Li Muzhi said makes sense. Some things really cannot be changed by a small-scale war. Even if it happens in the imperial capital, as long as the person who stands up is not a native, but needs a foreigner to be the backbone, then this The meaning of this war is untenable.
Xie Changyuan was speechless.
He didn't know how to answer Li Muzhi, because from his point of view, he was just a traveler, and the purpose of spending so long in Bianliang City was just to gain an ally for Great Qin.
I cannot answer this question from the perspective of the Song Dynasty, nor can I give a refutation.
"Extremely shameless."
Suddenly a voice sounded, and a figure appeared beside Xie Changyuan at some unknown moment.
This man wears court clothes, has long wings on his head, holds a jade wat, hangs a three-foot green-edged sword around his waist, and has three long strands of beard on his lower jaw moving in the wind. Although he is over fifty years old, he is very extraordinary.
This person is none other than Gao Wenchong, the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty.
The first-rank official of the court was standing on the eaves, side by side with Xie Changyuan.
"Prime Minister Gao." Xie Changyuan smiled when he saw the visitor.
As a Qin person, I am not qualified to say anything, but this person next to me is a serious Song person!
I had long thought that the Prime Minister was no mortal, but now that he suddenly showed his hand, Xie Changyuan's suspicions were further confirmed.
Gao Wenchong nodded to Xie Changyuan, then looked at Li Muzhi, who had a gloomy face.
"What did Prime Minister Gao just say? I didn't hear clearly." Li Muzhi said.
The wind and snow in Bianliang City couldn't stop the ears of Cheng Er Realm Martial God. What Li Muzhi meant was, if you have the guts, just say it again.
The coercion of the Martial God suddenly struck, and for a moment it seemed as if the flying snow was avoiding the place, and the sound of the wind also weakened. The distance between the two sides became so quiet, and only the sound of fighting in the street was still echoing.
Gao Wenchong was not affected at all and remained gentle and elegant. He raised a hand and pointed at Li Muzhi.
"I said you are extremely shameless!" Gao Wenchong scolded, his voice full of anger, which could be described as deafening.
"You, Li Muzhi, are just a dog with a broken spine. After the fall of the Later Tang Dynasty, as a majestic Martial God of the Second Realm, you happily became a lackey of the Western forces. You didn't care about your own shame, but you still dared to bully me here.
There is no one in the Song Dynasty?"
Gao Wenchong's voice was mellow, but now it was rare that it was a little more angry than usual. His words sounded like Wang Huan's bad-tempered Censor.
Li Muzhi sneered, "Oh? So Prime Minister Gao thinks there is someone in the Song Dynasty? Why didn't I, Li, see it?"
He looked around and saw that all the people were hiding in their homes and did not dare to go out. The imperial guards who originally guarded the imperial city were already serving the Twelve Divine Palaces all over the streets. How could such a great Song Dynasty be worthy of the words "someone"?
?
Gao Wenchong shook his head repeatedly.
"Ordinary people are greedy for life and afraid of death. It is human nature. However, the powerful and high-ranking officials you mentioned are just a bunch of trash who read the books of sages in vain. Some of them even got their official positions with money. They cannot be called scholars. Most of them
The Song Dynasty is dead, but there are scholars in the government and the public, in the rivers and lakes, and even among the people. The people who really supported the Song Dynasty were none other than them!"
Li Muzhi asked, "What is a scholar?"
Gao Wenchong said, "The brave man who sings generously and tragically, the brave warrior who is not afraid of death, the soldiers who guard the imperial city, and the scribes who write against foreign invaders, these are all scholars!"
The words of the old prime minister were loud and clear, as if a Confucian aura surrounded him, and as soon as he spoke them, it was the truth.
Li Muzhi was about to sneer, but suddenly, he stopped.
Because he saw a group of people suddenly coming from the direction of Dali Temple. They were all dressed as warriors, followed by a group of people wearing prison uniforms. At first glance, there were no less than three hundred people in total, and they all had strong auras.
.
There were three people in the lead, a burly old man and two middle-aged men in short shirts.
"Xiao Jinfeng, the warrior of the Song Dynasty, is here! Get out of the Twelve Divine Palaces from the land of the Song Dynasty!"
Mr. Xiao held a nine-ringed sword and led people to kill them in a menacing manner.
Behind him, two middle-aged men also shouted loudly.
"Leave your name in the land of dragons, the fire-eyed Suan Ni Kang has virtue here! Get out of the Twelve Divine Palaces from the land of the Song Dynasty!"
"Get out of the Song Dynasty!"
Hundreds of warriors shouted in unison, and rushed into the crowd with handy things in their hands.
At the same time, Wuyangyang's large group of troops also came from the north.
This group of people was almost endlessly dense, and all of them were in ragged clothes. Most of them were old, weak, women and children, and they were all refugees from the slums of Beicheng.
They are usually ordered not to step out of Beicheng, but they did not expect that on this lively day, they would actually come out in large numbers, and they would all have all kinds of things in their hands. The better ones were kitchen knives and bamboo poles, and the worse ones were...
It's thick branches and bricks.
There are even more outrageous ones who are holding two clay pots directly, and there are also people who are holding shoe awls.
They looked sad and angry, but at the same time they had a sense of pride in standing up and being human beings reflected on their faces.
An unknown number of people poured out from Beicheng, and the dozens of people at the front were obviously relatively young and strong.
Vendor Yan Yong rushed to the front, waving the pork knife in his hand and shouting loudly.
"Come on! Fight with them. Even if you die today, you will have to be an upright human being!"
Li Muzhi was speechless watching this scene, but the next moment something even more speechless happened.
There was movement in the powder street in the distance, and dozens of pretty women in colorful dresses appeared. Although they were all delicate women, they were extremely agile. After flying over the eaves, they arrived at the Xuan Shen Terrace.
side.
There was a masked woman in the lead. She raised her hand and directly made a plum blossom seal. The surging ripples of zhenqi bombarded directly on top of a group of imperial guards, sending those people flying.
"The Divine Flower Sect is here!" the woman shouted coldly.
…
Even the prostitutes from Zhenfen Street were mobilized. This shocked many people, and even Gao Wenchong was a little unresponsive.
Xie Changyuan, the person who stirred up the situation behind the scenes, was the calmest. Looking at everything that happened, he seemed to have expected it.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Gao Wenchong seemed to be touched and murmured to himself.
"Sages are fearless, every man has his responsibilities, and sages and men share the green mountains."
The next moment, Gao Wenchong looked up to the sky and laughed, and suddenly pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng from his waist.
The sword was unsheathed, and a ray of purple rose into the sky, turning half of the sky purple, and even the falling snow on that half of the sky was shaken away.
"Scholars of the Song Dynasty, follow me and draw your sword!"