Chapter 435: Today I invite the King of Silla to dance in Luoyang
"Master? Your luggage has been packed..."
"Let's go quickly!"
In Shengqing Temple, Master Yuanguang inspected the belongings in the hands of several close disciples and urged them hurriedly.
The huge commotion outside the city was faintly transmitted into the temple. Naturally, the disciples did not dare to show any signs of neglect, but they were still a little hesitant: "Master, it may not be safe for us to go out now, so why don't you stay in the temple?"
A group of bald figures carrying long sticks and ferocious faces appeared in front of Yuan Guang's eyes, and he sighed: "It's my fault that I was confused for a moment and exposed the origin of the Patriarch Bodhidharma. Now the Shaolin monks are wandering outside the courtyard. I'm afraid they won't wait with me.
Let’s take a rest and avoid it first!”
Only then did the disciples understand that thinking about how many celebrities from the Central Plains had settled in Silla in recent times, they shrank their heads with guilt and packed up their belongings even faster.
However, no matter how swift their movements were, they could not make enough noise as there was a loud bang at the courtyard gate, and a dozen monks with big muscles and round waists rushed in.
The leader Zhijian's stick was flying, and he no longer had the restraint he had before. He beat the monks who were blocking him and spurted blood. He rushed all the way and intercepted Yuan Guang and his party without any difficulty.
Looking at Yuan Guang, who was carrying a heavy load, he smiled ferociously: "Brother Yuan Guang, where are you going? Why don't you continue to make up stories about my Patriarch Bodhidharma?"
When he addressed him as senior brother, his tone increased, and the anger in his eyes became solid. Coupled with the blood stains on the stick, Yuan Guang's expression completely froze, and he said tremblingly: "That's what the king asked me to do, and why?"
I hope the eminent Shaolin monk will spare his life for the sake of fellow Buddhists..."
The one who answered him was Zhi Jian using the power of Bodhidharma and hitting the sky with a stick filled with emotion.
"Snapped!!"
The stick hit Yuan Guang hard on the head, and the old monk screamed and flew away, hitting the wall, knocking out his brains on the spot.
Several of his disciples who dared not move screamed and fled in all directions when they saw it. Zhixing Zhiran pounced on them and ended up with their lives.
Warrior monks are allowed to kill, and the monks were influenced by the heroes of the green forest. Of course they didn't take it seriously, but they did not forget the etiquette and clasped their hands together: "Amitabha!"
After our Buddha showed mercy, the monks looked at the monks running away in Shengqing Temple, with joy in their eyes: "It seems that our Heavenly Army of the Tang Dynasty will be coming to the city in the next two days."
It is undeniable that the Shaolin Temple monks were of great use this time. Because the Silla people worshiped Buddhism too seriously, they were exposed to a very high level. Most of the intelligence that came out was military and political intelligence. Yesterday, they even convinced General Jin Qintu of Dazhuang
, are now ready to surrender to the Tang Army in Kaicheng.
Precisely because they knew that the city was about to be destroyed, they killed Yuan Guang. On the one hand, they wanted to vent their anger that their ancestor had been stolen. On the other hand, they also wanted to test the situation of the Silla Royal City and determine their next move.
At this time, Zhixing said excitedly: "Brother, with your status as a Silla monk, we killed so many people and no one paid attention. It can be seen that the royal city is completely in chaos. When the heavenly army attacks, how about we enter the palace first?
"
Zhiran also became excited: "In the past, the thirteen monks could only capture the lord of a city. Now if we, the thirteen monks, can capture the lord of Silla, we will definitely be famous in history!"
Zhijian is more concerned about the situation of Shaolin Temple: "If we can do that, our temple will become famous and will no longer be inferior to other famous temples!"
No matter what the reason was, the fighting spirit of the thirteen monks rose to its peak, and then they quickly left the temple and headed for the palace city.
After leaving the temple, the dilapidated streets were full of people running around. Every Silla person had a look of worry on their face. There was a rumble in the distance, and the ground seemed to be shaking.
That was the sound of stones falling from the trebuchet.
It took the Tang army three months to reach Jincheng, and the time needed to make siege equipment was included in the process. So when they arrived at the royal city, they filled up the ravine outside Jincheng, immediately dispatched ramming vehicles, and at the same time launched a coordinated attack with trebuchets.
Liu Rengui also ordered the construction of a ten-foot-high wooden building to occupy the air superiority. He observed the defenders inside Jincheng and found out where the strongest resistance was. He immediately reported the position and focused fire on them.
In just a few days, the morale of the Jincheng defenders was completely lost. This was under the premise that the Tang army surrounded and refused to attack, and continued to let the Silla people who had surrendered before go to the city to persuade them to surrender.
If there was a strong attack regardless of casualties, Jincheng would probably have fallen by this time. If the Silla royal family remained stubborn, they would have to rely on the palace city to resist.
Logically speaking, the defensive power of a majestic royal city should not be so weak. After all, Goryeo was able to withstand the Tang army led by Li Shimin with an Anshi city.
But this is actually normal. Goryeo is completely inferior to the Central Plains Dynasty in terms of city defense skills and field combat capabilities. The reason why it can be blocked many times is first of all due to the correct strategy, knowing the strengths of one's friends and the weaknesses of the enemy, and making full use of the right time and place.
With the advantages in military affairs and the logistical deficiencies of the opponent, a defensive battle is fought from city to city.
The second reason is due to strength. Among the three kingdoms of Liaodong, Goryeo originally had the strongest military strength, the most tenacious will to fight, and the best among the short ones.
In the end, it is the mistake made by the other party.
Nowadays, all three of Silla's principles are not taken into consideration. The people inside Silla are still upset because of the surrender of a large number of middle-level generals. Letters are constantly being fired from outside the city with arrows, saying how happy it is to surrender to the Tang Dynasty. The atmosphere has already been set in place, but the first one is missing.
Seize the city gate and welcome the king's army.
Chiken and others exchanged glances, and their gazes became firmer. They carried long sticks on their backs and moved toward Miyagi.
It’s time for our Buddhism to show off!
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"Okay, don't pay attention to that eagle in the sky anymore. According to my second uncle's information, that is Li Yuanfang's divine eagle, and even the Tibetans can't shoot it down!"
In the palace, Prince Jin Zhengming stopped the guards from firing arrows feebly, withdrew his eyes from the sky, turned to King Jin Famin of Silla, and said in a trembling voice: "Father... should we... should we..."
He didn't finish what he said, but he said nothing. Finally, he closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look at his father's reaction.
In fact, Jin Famin did not give any reaction. The thick-browed and big-eyed King of Silla seemed to be a completely different person in just three months.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His eyes are red, his hair is messy, his posture is not neat, and his body still smells faintly. That's because all the maids who wanted to wash him were kicked out.
Already.
The King of Silla focused on the map in front of him, with a hint of madness: "There is still a chance that the Tang Army is far away from the mainland and has inconvenient supplies, so it can attack the Tang Army's maritime grain transport team and strangle the Tang Army's life from the source!
"
Jin Zhengming was helpless: "Father, where can we attack?"
Jin Famin pointed his finger: "Here! Baekje's Garim City is located between Baekje Royal City and Zhouliu City. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The situation is dangerous. It is guarded at the water and land strategic point of Baijiang River. As long as Garim City is captured, the Tang army will not be able to escape!
Ha ha!"
Jin Zhengming said sadly: "Father! Let alone attack Jialin City in the Xiongjin Governor's Mansion now, we will not be able to get out of the palace city! A large number of generals surrendered to the Tang Dynasty. Some of the generals were killed and some were captured.
, we no longer have an army!”
Jin Famin finally looked at him, her laughter stopped, turned into a deep sadness, and said tremblingly: "Is it true... Is it really impossible to hold on?"
Jin Zhengming looked at this old father, knowing that if he nodded, the other party's confidence would completely collapse, but it was useless not to accept the reality at this time, so he could only nodded heavily: "Yes! I can't hold on anymore!
Father, let’s surrender!”
Jin Famin's body trembled violently, but when his son supported him, he slowly shook his head: "Don't worry, my father will not collapse like this. Even if Silla is destroyed now, we will restore the country next."
!Aren’t Baekje and Goryeo almost restored to their countries? Naturally, we, Silla, also have hope of restoration!”
Jin Zhengming had actually considered this, but he still couldn't help but said: "Father, once the city is destroyed, the Tang people will definitely bring all our royal family back to Luoyang... and the restoration of Goryeo and Silla was all because they were
After the destruction, there were still a large number of troops remaining in the country, but this time the Tang army advanced all the way, and our Silla army has been completely disintegrated..."
Jin Famin's eyes turned red and he roared: "There is always a way... there is always a way... I can't let Silla die in my hands. The late king was also Taizong. I should have completed the unification of Haidong and created a strong
dynasty...how can I be the last king of Silla?"
Jin Zhengming's tears also welled up. He never wanted to be the last prince, but his expression changed the next moment because there was a huge noise outside.
Sure enough, a guard soon rushed in and reported anxiously: "Tell the king, it's not good. General Jin Qintu killed the generals guarding the city, opened the city gate, and let the Tang army in!"
Although he had expected it, when it came to this step, Jin Zhengming's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground. Jin Famin waved his hand, maintaining the last dignity: "I understand, please step aside!"
The palace became quiet.
The king of a country and the prince of a country sat opposite each other, waiting in agony for the last moment to arrive.
However, soon there were shouts of killing again. Just when Jin Famin frowned and wondered why the Tang army attacked so quickly, another guard hurriedly came in and reported: "Your Majesty! Prince! Those monks from the Tang Dynasty came in.
, we can’t stop it, let’s avoid it!”
Jin Famin was furious at first, and then said miserably: "I didn't expect that this king would be captured by the monks. It's such a loss of face..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally approaching shouts of death suddenly changed into a sound that sounded like panic, and finally gradually faded away.
A moment later, Jin Zhizhao, dressed in white, strolled in holding a long knife with blood dripping from the tip.
Jin Famin thought of her daughter's initial reminder and couldn't help but look away in embarrassment. Jin Zhengming became very nervous: "Little sister, you killed them? You must not offend the Tang people now!"
Jin Zhizhao's eyes darkened: "I did originally want to kill those Shaolin thieves, but I also thought that if the Tang army broke through the city and used this as an excuse to massacre the people of Silla, I didn't dare to do it, so I let them go.
Go find Li Yuanfang, I want to end it with him..."
Just as Jin Famin and his son were about to speak, the princess waved her long hair and looked outside: "Li Yuanfang is here!"
The eagle in mid-air swooped down, and a scarlet-robed figure rode outside the palace. The voice came clearly to everyone's ears: "Li Yuanfang, the loyal general of the Tang Dynasty, invited the King of Silla to go to Luoyang, the eastern capital, to dance and apologize.