Lu Junyi knelt down to thank him, and when he returned to his base camp, the palace had already sent him the reward.
After another round of kowtows, they accepted the reward. The group of people who came out of Liangzhou with Lu Junyi were all very happy at this moment.
"Second Brother Lu has made a great contribution today. I'm going to ask for a nice bottle of wine so that everyone can have a good celebration."
Everyone was exhausted from guarding the city day after day. Seeing that Lu Junyi was made a general and His Majesty the Emperor personally gave out rewards, everyone cheered up.
Lu Junyi waved his hand and said: "Brothers, it is important to defend the city. Send this jade belt to the pawn shop in the city to see if you can exchange it for fifty taels of silver and exchange it with the brothers for some grain and rice."
"Second brother, are you just rewarded by your Majesty?"
Lu Junyi shook his head: "My stomach is tight."
Chang'an City had been besieged for several months, and the people in the city were already hungry. Even in the military camp, they were short of food and clothing.
The food and grass in Chang'an City are uniformly allocated, which is very different from the Rong clan. All food and grass are naturally given to Ma Chao's subordinates first, followed by Luo Yi's subordinates... As for Lu Junyi and his group, in fact, after Bai Lisheng was assassinated, they had lost power.
.But Lu Junyi didn't understand or didn't bother to make friends with the grain officials. Grandma didn't care that they belonged to them, and grandma didn't love that group of people, so the grain and grass allocated to them was naturally very little.
No matter how you think about it, it is not a good thing to appoint a general on the spot. Lu Junyi is one of the few sensible people. He can already see that Chang'an City is in danger and will be breached in just a few days.
But what happens after the city is broken...
The last time Li Letian deployed troops and generals, he used Lu Junyi as bait, which had chilled Lu Junyi's heart. He was loyal to Baili Sheng, not necessarily to the empire, and he would not be buried with the dying court.
This was Lu Junyi's own idea, and he did not share it with anyone. But in the past few days, he had been silent and began to think about a way out for his group.
At this moment, the Luo family father and son were gathered together and discussing matters.
"My son, in your opinion, how long can Chang'an be defended?" Luo Yi asked.
Luo Cheng frowned in thought and sighed: "If you want to defeat the Rong clan, you must take the initiative to attack in order to have a chance of survival. If we continue to defend like this, sooner or later the enemy will break the city."
Luo Yi nodded: "How many more days can I keep guard?"
The towers launched by the Rong tribe at present are really scary. Once the number reaches a certain level, and the Rong tribe is condescending, they can naturally open up an area on the city wall, and Chang'an City will undoubtedly be destroyed.
Luo Cheng gritted his teeth: "If you want to defend the city, I'm afraid you will have to use the Rong people's towers next time. Only by limiting the advance of the enemy's towers can you defend Chang'an City."
"It's difficult." Luo Yi sighed: "The Rong tribe has issued an order to massacre the city. If the city gate is not opened for half a month, half of the city will be massacred. If the city gate is not opened for a month, the entire city will be massacred. For Chang'an City, the Rong tribe has the power.
We must win. We are the generals guarding the city. Once Chang'an City is forced, I am afraid that you and my son will end up dead without a burial place."
Luo Cheng frowned and said fiercely: "The Rong tribe is too crazy. I am determined to defend the city, but they may not be able to take Chang'an City."
After saying that, Luo Cheng suddenly sighed again: "But Your Majesty is not allowed to go out of the city to fight the Rong tribe. If you want to defeat the Rong tribe, it will be difficult for you."
"Yes, the emperor is indeed good at defending the city, but if you want to dominate the world, you need to have the courage to swallow up the world. At this point, the emperor may not be a wise king."
Luo Cheng was not a fool. Hearing the underlying meaning of his father's words, he was suddenly startled and said slowly: "Does father have other thoughts?"
Luo Yi said: "A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses his master to serve. Your Majesty is not a wise king. You and I, father and son, are both capable, why don't you join a wise master."
Hearing this, Luo Cheng was startled. Although he knew that there were only two people in the room, he still looked around and finally said: "Father, be careful. After the city of Chang'an was broken, my father and son fought desperately to get through. It's just the world.
He is so big that although there are princes from all walks of life, I don’t know where my father wants to join? I heard that Cheng Dalei of Liangzhou is a hero? "
Luo Yi shook his head: "Cheng Dalei is just a bandit, how can he achieve great things?"
"Li Xing of Jiangnan is located in the rich land of Yangzhou, with millions of soldiers, or is he the future master of the world?"
"Li Xing occupies the advantage of the terrain, but has great ideas and little wisdom. He has no image of an emperor."
"It is said that King Xiaoyao of the East China Sea..."
"Cheng'er, why do you and I, our father and son, sacrifice the near for the distant?" Luo Yi.
Luo Cheng was stunned, and then he was so frightened that he fell down on the chair.
He finally understood the meaning of Luo Yi's words. He was not betraying Li Letian, but... treason.
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Ever since the Rong tribe's order to massacre the city was passed to Chang'an, even Luo Cheng and Luo Yi and his son were like this, let alone the ordinary people in the city.
People were panicked.
Needless to say, the lives of the people at the bottom are, in short, a miserable life. Now they are forced by the imperial court to defend the city, dig earth and transport rocks, and rely on their hard work every day in exchange for a meager ration. If they really died on the battlefield, it would be
A lucky thing is that I can get a pension and barely earn some surplus food for my family.
To them, it doesn't matter who is the master of Chang'an City. Life is just as miserable anyway. However, it is these people who are the most loyal to the empire.
But some wealthy and powerful families do not think so. They are born with fine clothes and fine food, with charcoal in winter, ice in summer, and always warm quilts in the house. The only purpose of their existence is to continue this wealth from generation to generation.
also.
When the Rong tribe came over, they suffered a lot. Of course, they were much stronger than the people at the bottom, and they had enough food every day.
The remaining grain in the family was hidden in various places to prevent it from being confiscated by the court. There were also some wealthy families who wanted to report to the Rong people in exchange for the continuation of their wealth.
Fortunately, Li Letian is quite experienced in dealing with these people. He had already fought against these people when the Justice Cult attacked the city.
It's nothing more than killing a group of people, punishing a group of people, appeasing a group of people, and if the situation becomes more serious, kill another group of people who are still alive.
One day when the Rong tribe stopped attacking the city, Li Letian changed into plain clothes and was protected by several fish dragon guards, patrolling the city defense.
Chang'an City was once the greatest city in the world, where merchants from all over the world gathered, bringing rare goods from all over the world. In Chang'an City, there were the most beautiful women in the world, the most heroic knights, the most literary poets, and the most talented people.
The rare treasure... but in just half a year, the prosperity of the city disappeared.
Li Letian strolled through the city and saw desolation all over the city. It could be said that every house was crying and every household had sad songs. There were people selling their sons and daughters with straw tags, some selling themselves as slaves, and some holding their relatives.
Bodies are everywhere, but there is no place to bury them.
In the streets and alleys, people often burn paper money, and the ashes rise like mist.
Li Letian covered his mouth and nose and coughed violently.
He suddenly remembered something: today is the Qingming Festival.