Zhao Qingyun stood on the top of the city, his face silent and hesitant.
"General Zhao, there is another messenger from Wangzhou Old Soldier Camp asking for help."
Lowering his head, Zhao Qingyun only saw a white-haired figure in robes and armor, kneeling in front of Hezhou City, crying and shouting.
"General, are you still not opening the city gate?"
"not open."
Zhao Qingyun walked calmly, turned around and walked towards the city wall.
He heard that his old friend Xiao Dongjia in the inner city had already become a prime minister, but he foolishly gave up his official robe and became a commoner who was laughed at.
He didn't understand how he was being pretentious about the wealth he had finally won. It didn't matter if he was a little wronged, or if he had to live under someone else's roof. Once he was rich and wealthy throughout his life, the most important thing was to spread the branches of his family.
Just like him, in just one year, he was promoted from a junior lieutenant in Tongziying, Wangzhou, to the title of General of the Northern Expedition, and a general of Dingbian.
"After all, the approach is different."
Walking into the Chinese military tent, Zhao Qingyun took a hard breath before raising his head and looking at the figure in front of him.
"General Zhao, another soldier is asking for help."
The speaker was a young Central Plains man wearing a white robe. On his right ear, he wore a golden ring favored by Beidi people.
"It's been a long time, but General Zhao still hasn't made a decision." The young man sighed.
"Huang Daochun, are you from Jiren?"
"No, I am from Di now." The young man smiled, "This time I went to Hezhou alone. I hope General Zhao will think clearly that Beidi's entry into the Central Plains is an irreversible trend."
"Throughout the ages, it has always been a disaster for foreigners to take over the Central Plains." Zhao Qingyun frowned.
"General Zhao is wrong." Huang Daochun shook his head, "Beidi was born in the grassland, the land is barren, and the grains are not abundant. In order to survive, he will plunder the border cities and counties of the Epoch. In other words, if Beidi takes over
In the Central Plains, with fertile land and millions of people, it will definitely not be the same as before."
"What will happen?" Zhao Qingyun sneered.
"The newly enthroned emperor of Daji, I heard, is also a foolish emperor. At least, my lord is wise and powerful, and will not do stupid things such as draining the people."
"Tuobahu will probably be very happy to have a loyal dog like you."
Huang Daochun smiled slightly, without any anger.
"General Zhao, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The inner city is in turmoil, the three states are trying to stand on their own, and other Dingbian generals are waiting and watching. My Lord has said that as long as General Zhao is willing, he will seal the right
King Guli is equivalent to the prince of Daji."
Zhao Qingyun did not answer or drive him away, hesitantly walked out of the military tent again.
"General Zhao, Wangzhou City cannot be defended. This time, the King of Yuzhou who is behind Hezhou, you have to be careful. I may stab you."
Zhao Qingyun gritted his teeth and suddenly remembered Chang Xiaotang's nonsense at Laoguan.
"General."
At this time, a servant came hurriedly.
"General, the military report has been received."
"read."
"The former prime minister and assistant Xu Mu came out of Laoguan and led an army of 40,000 people——"
Zhao Qingyun's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly grabbed the military report and read it carefully. After reading it, he paused on the spot, not knowing what he was thinking.
"General?"
"Don't talk." Zhao Qingyun closed his eyes and quickly calculated in his mind.
…
At the top of Wangzhou City, veteran Lian Yong was also planning. Unlike Zhao Qingyun, he was planning how to defend Wangzhou City.
He knew how many people had died for the sake of Wangzhou City. The young master was even more brave. With only two thousand troops, he held back the hundreds of thousands of Beidi troops. Then he came with his troops.
Can win a big victory.
"General, there is still no reply from Hezhou."
Lian Yong sighed silently. The new emperor seemed to be a mediocre emperor when he ascended the throne. At this time, there was no imperial edict urging reinforcements to go to Hezhou.
"General, it's still the same as last year... Even after changing the emperor, he still doesn't care about the country."
"Shut up." Lian Yong bulged his eyes, "Don't discuss the government indiscriminately. If you eat the emperor's salary, you will be loyal to the emperor! Don't forget that you are a judge. If everyone is like you, how can this dynasty rise?"
Turning back, Lian Yong pressed the old knife on his waist, his eyes filled with worry unconsciously.
In front of the north gate of Wangzhou City, more than 100,000 Beidi troops have begun to camp, and they will start to attack the key points in a short time.
Even though it is a pass-through city, Wangzhou's city wall has already become decayed and mottled.
"I heard from the people in Wangzhou that right where I was standing, there was once an old official who had no choice but to retreat. He went to the top of the city with an old sword... and there were three thousand barrels of battalions.
, also fought to the death with the Beidi army on this city wall without retreating."
"Seven hundred miles away in Yongguan, the story of General Li's unyielding iron bones, every time I think of it, I still can't sleep all night."
"They will be thinking about one thing until they die."
"General, what is it?"
"Daji, my country."
The standing Lao Pi was silent for a long time, and his eyes, like Lian Yong's, gradually showed a passionate fighting spirit.
Under the city wall.
Many Wangzhou people who had finally returned home were repeating the tragedy of last year, wailing and dragging their families with them, carrying a few luggage, and preparing to leave Wangzhou.
Fortunately, there were no refugees outside the North City Gate this time. The seven hundred miles from Yongguan to Wangzhou were already a land of bones.
Lian Yong closed his eyes.
The 100,000-strong Beidi army only relies on 20,000 old soldiers in the city. Even if they fight to the death, it is estimated that it will be very difficult.
Woo, woo--
The horn trombones of the Beidi people began to ring in my ears.
The old soldiers with pale hair carried their arrow pots on their backs, grabbed their bamboo bows, tied on their robes, armor and waist knives, and started running towards the city wall.
Lian Yong opened his eyes, his eyes widened, and his silver-white beard and hair were suddenly lifted by the strong wind.
He took off his iron bow and held it tightly in anger.
"The dog of Di is not dead yet, the hair on the temples is beginning to fall! The vast Central Plains are thousands of miles away. Please take a look at it. There are 20,000 old soldiers in camp, willing to die to serve the country."
"If Di Gou wants to see Wangzhou, please step over our corpses first!"
"Old men, let me teach you how to fight this battle for the last time!"
"Raise your bow!"
…
Xu Mu stopped his horse, frowned and raised his head, looking at the sky yellowed by dust.
"Yu Wen, how far is it?"
"General, we are less than seven hundred miles away from Hezhou." Yu Wen clasped his fists beside him.
On both sides of the official road, there were still refugees fleeing from Hezhou, driving carriages or carrying luggage, wailing all the way to the inner city.
It was the same situation last year. The disaster in Beidi had reached the point of shaking the national system.
What kind of world is this? The court is immoral, the people are helpless, and the rivers and mountains for thousands of miles are slowly collapsing.
"March urgently!" Xu Mu gritted his teeth and turned around to urge.
"General Xu has an order, we are waiting for an urgent march!"
The long procession, like a snake, quickly meandered through the layers of refugees, passed through the sky full of sand and dust, and rushed towards the border in a hurry.