The cold wind howls, the battle flags roll like waves,
Tens of thousands of rebels swarmed toward the top of the city like ants, and the sound of clashing swords and spears was heard endlessly. Yan Gaoqing held a horizontal knife and fought fiercely on the top of the city with blood dripping, cutting off the city wall one after another.
"Good man, follow me to kill thieves and serve the country!" he shouted, catching a short spear thrust from below and slashing with his backhand, cutting off half of the man's head. He staggered a few more steps and threw himself towards another crenel.
Together with his son, he grabbed the two iron hooks at the top of the ladder. The father and son worked together to turn the ladder and the thieves on the ladder into a rolling gourd.
"Kill the thieves and serve the country!"
"Kill the thieves and serve the country!"
"Kill the thieves!" "Kill the thieves!" "Kill the thieves!" Inspired by the old eunuch, the temporarily organized people rushed to stop the rebels from ascending the city with their flesh and blood. One fell, and the other rushed forward.
, one group fell down, and another group jumped on it.
The blue-grey city wall was quickly dyed red with blood, but the soldiers on both sides of the enemy and ours refused to retreat. At this moment, a loud horn suddenly sounded from behind the enemy army, "Tang", and a bright battle flag was lifted like ink.
The night sky pierces the endless darkness around.
"Reinforcements are coming, come and fight with me!" In an instant, the morale on the top of the city was greatly boosted. Yuan Luqian, Zhai Wande, Cui Anshi, Feng Qian and their son Ji Ming, like the legendary heroes, flew down the top of the city and attacked the enemy.
The army is in the center.
Yan Gaoqing himself also had wings, brandishing a horizontal sword, and followed behind everyone. Under the attack from the front and back of the Tang family, the rebels collapsed like residual snow under the scorching sun. In the blink of an eye, Yan Gaoqing killed a line
On a bloody road, he reached the front of Shi Siming's horse.
"Save me!" Shi Siming screamed in fright, turned his horse and fled. After several of his cronies cut him off with their swords, Yan Gaoqing swung his sword horizontally, throwing out a bolt of lightning.
"Poof!" Lightning flashed and red light flew. The traitor's cronies looked at him in disbelief and fell straight down from their horses.
Two horses stomped past by mistake. Yan Gaoqing swung his sword and chopped the other rebel off the horse. With another sword, he cut off the neck of the third challenger. The rebels did not dare to block his way anymore, and they all panicked.
He fled. The old eunuch was full of pride, banged his golden stirrup a few times, and chased Shi Siming to a horse's head and tail.
"Traitor, where are you running!" He shouted, swinging his knife and wanting to chop him. Suddenly, Shi Siming in front of him suddenly transformed into Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty. And those traitors, soldiers and generals turned into people who had always been with His Majesty the Emperor.
The children of the Liyuan who have close contact with each other, and the fighting cock boy.
"You—" Yan Gaoqing was stunned on the spot, pointing the tip of the knife at Li Longji and speechless.
Li Longji shook his head nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Don't be upset, Yan Qing, I just want to play with them. You don't know, I don't blame you. I don't blame you!"
"Your Majesty——!" Yan Gaoqing was so angry that he vomited blood, "Your Majesty, look at it, "the people who died here are all citizens of the Tang Dynasty!"
"My people?" Li Longji still didn't know how to regret it, and shook his head with a smile, "They died for me, shouldn't they?!"
"Datang..." Yan Gaoqing wanted to say a few more words, but the other party was no longer willing to listen. He flicked his opera robe and shouted loudly, "My Datang, I can do whatever I want, what do you do to me?"
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"Yes, Prefect Yan, please resign immediately! This is none of your business!" Gao Lishi, Lei Haiqing, Jia Chang and other eunuchs and jesters poked their heads out from under their masks and advised with smiles.
All around, the rebels continued to kill people and set fires, and the fields were filled with blood. The people were running around, crying and complaining.
"Nonsense!" Yan Gaoqing was furious, pointing the tip of the knife directly at the noses of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty and several jesters, "This world belongs to everyone in the world, how can it belong to you, a foolish emperor, and traitors like you..."
"Kill the rebels!"
"Kill the rebels!"
Before he could finish his words, the shouts of killing started again. Gao Lishi and others drew their swords and struck at him one after another. However, the Yan family and his sons and the heroes of Changshan really became traitors this time. Reinforcements came from all directions.
Not knowing the truth, they also raised their weapons and slashed at the defenders. Yan Gaoqing could not resist and fought and retreated. "Yan is not a rebel, they are!", "You are the one who overthrew the Tang Dynasty, not the others!"
Yan. Yan’s heart can be compared to the sun, moon and sky!”
No one listened to his excuse, and the knives fell down one after another, cutting him in pain like bone marrow.
It hurt, it hurt so much. The severe pain made Yan Gaoqing stand up. All the rebels and reinforcements disappeared. What caught his eyes was a shaking oil lamp. In the shadow of the light, he could see the frightened face of his concubine Lu Zhu.
Only the cries outside were still faintly visible, penetrating into people's ears. Yan Gaoqing smiled tiredly and whispered to Luzhu: "I scared you just now. I had a nightmare. What's going on outside?
There is such a noise, where is Ji Ming, where has he been?"
"Ji Ming?" Luzhu lowered his head in panic, not daring to look into his husband's eyes, "Isn't Ji Ming on guard duty in the city? Master, have you forgotten?"
"Oh! Look at my memory!" Yan Gaoqing patted her forehead with the palm of her hand to quickly get rid of the nightmare. "Bring me a basin of wash water, I need to change my armor..."
Before he finished speaking, the cries outside suddenly grew louder. "Grandpa-----" "Tansheng--" "Baby, hurry up, don't get lost!"
"What's going on!" Yan Gaoqing was shocked and turned pale. He didn't even bother to put on his winter clothes and walked out the door. His concubine Lu Zhu quickly hugged him from behind and called softly, "Master, put on your cotton robe first.
Regarding matters outside, there are Ji Ming and Master Yuan!"
"Didn't you hear the shouting from outside? Let go, be brave -" Yan Gaoqing struggled a few times, but failed to break free. He turned back angrily and was about to scold him, but saw the tears on Luzhu's face.
"What's going on? What's going on outside? What's going on with Ji Ming? Tell me quickly!" An ominous omen suddenly surged into the old eunuch's mind. He lifted Luzhu's shrunken shoulders with his hands and asked urgently.
Luzhu first shook his head and shed tears. After being shaken for a few times, he realized that he could no longer hide it, so he explained with a choked sob: "The slave family, the slave family does not know everything. The master was carried back last night and has been asleep all the time. Ji.
Master Ming and Master Feng took the master's command arrows and said they wanted to organize the people to break out overnight..."
"Nonsense!" Yan Gaoqing was so anxious that the strength of his arms suddenly doubled and he pushed his concubine Luzhu to the ground. "This traitor actually dares to make such nonsense. He is surrounded by rebels like iron barrels. Why?
Maybe we can break out. I, I have to kill him, I have to kill him!"
As he spoke, he staggered and prepared to go out to stop him. However, his concubine Luzhu climbed a few steps further and reached out to grab a corner of his underwear. "Master, don't you understand your own son? Ji Ming,
Ji Ming, how can he be the person who does all this nonsense?"
With one sentence, Yan Gaoqing woke up from panic in an instant. Turning his head, squatting down, he lifted the concubine who was crying into tears from the ground, and at the same time asked as calmly as possible: "Ji Ming, what are the arrangements for Ji Ming?"
What? He, what on earth is he doing? Just talk, don’t cry, don’t just cry!"
"Master!" Luzhu cried more and more. She covered her face with her hands and reported intermittently, "Ji Ming, Ji Ming, he led his own team to burn the rebels' food and grass. Instruct magistrates Jia and Cui.
The two lieutenants organized the people to wait at the gate of the east city. When they heard the shouts of killing in the west of the city, they rushed out together. Anyone who could escape counted as one, saying that they only had to run out, and run out of the Changshan boundary..."
As long as he ran out of Changshan and Yan was in the city, the rebels had no intention of chasing him! Before Lu Zhu finished speaking, Yan Gaoqing understood everything. Lu Zhu was right, he really didn't understand his son.
All day long, I only think about being loyal to the emperor of the Li family and safeguarding the centuries-old reputation of the Yan family. But what my son thinks more about is the living and ordinary lives of the people who have always been with him day and night.
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"Come here, help me put on my armor!!" In the blink of an eye, the old eunuch has made the right choice. It is natural for him to earn his salary from the Tang Dynasty and be loyal to the country. Those people do not have to die for the sake of their family. On this point
, a son is wiser than me.
But he didn't want his son to die in vain. Burning the rebels' granary was easier said than done! Even if he was lucky enough to succeed, I'm afraid none of the warriors in the same group would be able to escape unscathed. This desperate thing should be done by me. His son is young
, there is still a long way to go...
With the help of his concubine Luzhu and the maids who came to serve him after hearing the call, the old governor quickly tidied himself up. He picked up his sword, mounted his horse, and rushed to the west of the city. According to the traditional habits of the Turks, he packed up the food, grass and baggage.
, must be placed on the northwest side. I have known Shi Siming for many years, and he and Shi Siming know each other's temperament very well.
The streets were crowded with people who were preparing to flee the city. But when they saw the old governor's gray beard, they all took the initiative to make way for a passage. The young general was preparing to leave the city to fight the rebels for a life-or-death showdown. The old general must have rushed to save his son.
Farewell. Everyone is incompetent and can't help much. But they have heartfelt respect for the father and son who risked their lives to fight for their chance to escape.
"Your Majesty the Prefect is so kind and kind, we will never forget it!"
"Master Taishou, you should take care of yourself. The traitor will be punished sooner or later!"
Amid the cries, Yan Gaoqing's back straightened up and straightened up. He was getting closer and closer to the west gate. He was so close that he could almost see the iron fence hanging above the inner gate of the urn city. However, the iron fence collapsed in front of his eyes.
After falling, countless cavalrymen rushed out behind his son, never looking back.
"Ji——" The old prefect waved his arms, but his shout was stuck in his throat. He couldn't chase anymore. If he chased again, he would disrupt all his son's arrangements for tonight. If he chased again, he would disrupt the family's hard-won cohesion.
Military Heart. Throwing off his stirrup and jumping off his mount, he ran towards the city head in three steps and two steps at a time. He usually had to walk up the steps that took half a stick of incense to take, but he had to jump over them in an instant.
On the top of the city, Yuan Luqian, who had inconvenient legs and feet, was carried forward to meet him. He bowed deeply to Yan Gaoqing, with an apology on his face, "Brother Yan, Yuan can't stop..."
"I know!" Yan Gaoqing interrupted with a smile, old tears running freely on his face, "You and I are all old. We can't compare, we can't compare with their young people. Come on, follow me up, wait for the killing cry.
Get up now so that you can beat the drum and cheer for Ji Ming!"
"Let's go!" Yuan Luqian struggled to the ground. He and Yan Gaoqing supported each other and walked towards the war drum in the enemy tower. Under the city, the battle had not yet begun. In the pale snowy field, only a black dragon was seen, rolling and rolling towards the northwest of the enemy camp.
horn.
Several firelights lit up from the enemy camp. Immediately afterwards, there was a shrill alarm. Yan Gaoqing jumped towards the war drum, using all his strength, raised the drumstick high, "Dong, dong, dong..."
"The passionate drum beat sounded from the watchtower, igniting the blood of everyone on the city wall, and covering up all the noise in the world.
"Ji Ming said before he left that he has always been proud of being a father like you!" Yuan Luqian came over and relayed loudly.
"What!" Yan Gaoqing couldn't hear it at all, so he raised his ears and asked.
"Ji Ming said before he left that he has always been proud of being a father like you!" Yuan Luqian leaned his head towards Yan Gaoqing's ear and repeated it again.
"Good son, I am also proud of you!" Yan Gaoqing smiled with tears in her eyes and beat the war drum louder and louder.
