Everyone gradually woke up from their confusion, and their eyes showed more or less longing.
"Destroy Gao Qiu, kill Tong Guan, suppress the rebel party... Such actions are really not done by ordinary people..."
"Perhaps this Prince Ding is really different from the traitors of the Manchu Dynasty."
"I'm afraid it's just another flash in the pan. How can such a treacherous minister and sycophant allow such a person to exist?"
"Haven't you heard? Prince Ding is the eldest son of the emperor. Who can touch him in the slightest except His Majesty?"
"What if he really is a savior?"
At this moment, the sharp-headed strong man suddenly shouted at the top of his voice: "Damn it, I believe it!"
"I will help you fight this battle. I hope Ding Wang is really the savior of Yizhou and not a sanctimonious hypocrite."
Someone took the lead, and naturally someone responded. The dejected young men gradually regained their spirits, and their faces kept blooming with hope.
"Just because King Ding killed Tong Guan and destroyed Gao Qiu, I am willing to give up my life and help King Ding defend Yizhou City."
"That's right. Before this, there has never been anyone as brave as King Ding!"
"Fight!"
Seeing that the young men finally regained their fighting spirit, Zhao Kun breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the attitude of these young men was directly related to the quality of logistics.
Zhao Kun held the reins tightly, watched the strong men gradually retreating, and shouted: "King Ding is not the savior of the people of Yizhou, but the savior of the people of the entire Song Dynasty!"
Before Zhao Kun could breathe a sigh of relief, the messengers had already arrived in a hurry.
"Sir, General Yue ordered his subordinates to inform us that the ratio of enemy troops is abnormal, and I'm afraid they may have received help from the Jin invaders."
What?!
Zhao Kun frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on!"
At such a critical juncture, the messenger dared not hesitate and explained quickly: "The enemy's attacking force is equipped with a large number of heavy armored soldiers. Each heavy armored soldier is protected by at least three servants, with large shields, spears, bows and crossbows.
Everything.”
"The entire main force of the vanguard is at least five thousand people!"
"In other words, there are at least 1,500 heavily armored soldiers among them, and the Ever-Victorious Army never has such strength."
Zhao Kun's expression changed. If it was just an ordinary rebel attack, he would just stick to the city step by step and kill as many as he came.
But now the situation has changed. The enemy army is not only well-equipped, but also extremely well organized. This is by no means the combat power of the rebel party, but a regular army in the true sense!
Even if we can withstand the enemy's offensive, we will be surrounded by layers of siege.
However, there is a shortage of supplies in the city. Over time, the capital of Yizhou may be destroyed without any attack.
Zhao Kun immediately ordered: "Send messengers quickly and continue to rush to Bianjing for reinforcements. Remember, don't go to the Ministry of War, go directly to King Ding!"
"Tell King Ding that the main combat force of our army is only one Tiger Wing Army. Although the brave warriors are brave, the number is too small. The enemy is outnumbered and we are short of supplies in the city. We must continue to provide logistical support and harass and relieve the siege."
As the order was issued, in less than a moment of burning incense, eight messengers climbed out from the secret passage in the city wall, first ran out on foot, waited until they reached a safe area, and then looked for the nearest post station to collect their horses.
When Yizhou was overwhelmed by the war, Zhao Huan was playing chess with Han Mulu in the front hall of the Ministry of Household Affairs.
Han Mulu had mastered the dirty information about Zheng Qingyun and felt that he would definitely defeat Zhao Huan this time.
Because he firmly held the initiative, Han Mulu took his time, sipping tea and tapping Zhao Huan.
"Does Your Majesty know the relationship between tigers and hunters?"
"Although tigers are ferocious, they can tear into pieces any enemy that stands in front of them, but the only way to fight is to pounce, bite, and catch."
"But the hunters have many ways to kill the tigers."
"Now that the Duke has returned to the capital, I wonder what King Ding will do next?"
Since Zhao Huan was here, he was naturally not afraid of Han Mulu's conspiracy. He shrugged and took the herbal tea handed over by the servant.
"Lord Han, have you ever heard that one force can defeat ten guilds?"
Han Mulu raised his head and laughed: "Hahaha, even now, King Ding is still so rampant."
"That's true. If you weren't crazy, you wouldn't be who you are."
"It's a pity that I have mastered the method of trapping dragons!"
"Now I will directly send someone to hand over Zheng Qingyun's criminal record. How long do you think it will take before Zheng Qingyun's head falls to the ground?"
Han Mulu felt excited. Ever since he fought against Zhao Huan, he had been disgraced many times.
Now that I have finally caught the handle, I naturally want to vent my past grievances.
Emphasizing love and righteousness is Zhao Huan’s biggest shield!
Holding Zheng Qingyun's life was equivalent to holding Zhao Huan's ears.
Zhao Huan naturally knew that it would not be easy to help Zheng Qingyun get through this, but he would never allow anyone to ride on the prince's head and dominate.
Facing Han Mulu's provocation, Zhao Huan remained as free and easy as ever.
"With Tong Guan's death and the other four powerful ministers away from Kyoto, it is not an exaggeration to describe you and Cai's party members as covering the sky with one hand."
"With such overwhelming power, you still need to use such despicable methods to deal with me."
"Hehehe, rats are rats."
Han Mulu's face fell, he stood up directly, slapped the table heavily, and gritted his teeth at Zhao Huan.
"How dare you speak harshly after things have come to this!"
"Killing that bitch Zheng Qingyun won't hurt the palace at all, but as long as it allows you to bear the heartbreaking pain, I will be happy to see it happen!"
"Zhao Huan, didn't you threaten that no one can touch anyone in the palace?"
"I want you to watch the woman you love being beheaded in public, but there is nothing you can do."
Han Mulu made an appointment with Zhao Huan not to bargain with him.
First, he humiliated Zhao Huan, and then executed Zheng Qingyun to avenge Zhu Boping's lineage.
If you kill my henchmen, I will kill your lover, it is reasonable!
"Come here, please send Zheng Qingyun's criminal record to Dali Temple for strict investigation and punishment."
"Prince Ding, I specially invited you here. Seeing how Zheng Qingyun died without a burial place, what can you do to me?"
"This is what happens when you go against the public!"
Zhao Huan knew that there was nothing more to talk about, so he simply didn't waste any more time, stood up directly, and walked out with his hands behind his back.
When passing Han Mulu, Zhao Huan suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Mulu's shoulder.
Although Han Mulu is crazy, he is not stupid. He must always keep a distance from Zhao Huan, the extremely violent hidden dragon. Once Zhao Huan shows his fangs, his old bones will be crushed in the blink of an eye.
Being suddenly caught by Zhao Huan, Han Mulu couldn't help but staggered, and pretended to be calm: "I am not Zhu Boping. Does the prince dare to try to kill a minister of household affairs?"
Zhao Huan narrowed his eyes slightly and showed his usual sneer: "I haven't taken action yet, why are you panicking?"
Han Mulu's face turned red: "Who... who is panicking!"
Zhao Huan squeezed Han Mulu's shoulder and wrote lightly: "Believe me, Qingyun will live a long life, and your time is coming!"