Chang Pingjun led the way, riding a black horse, wearing a luxurious robe, a long sword at his waist, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and there was a domineering air between his eyebrows.
Behind him, more than a thousand dragon and tiger cavalry were arrayed in order, wearing strong armor and armed with sharp swords.
The cold iron armor, the long sword, the cold front of the arrows on the string.
Thousands of Korean soldiers on the city were hiding behind the city walls and parapets, holding sharp swords and strong bows and crossbows. These soldiers were all wrapped in military uniforms and armor, with only their eyes exposed.
It can be seen from the slightly trembling hands and trembling eyes of these young recruits that the arrival of the Qin army caused an inexplicable emotion to ferment in the hearts of the Korean army.
Tremble.
It's fear.
It is the instinct that can be in the blood and the body is ready to fight.
Under the city.
Qin rode thousands of men.
A chilling atmosphere spread among the Qin army's formation.
It was obvious that these thousands of people were all elite soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Their hands were stained with a lot of blood, and they were filled with murderous intent. The weapons in their hands seemed to be grinding their teeth and sucking blood. They were murderous beasts, waiting for the opportunity to drink blood.
Compared with the Six Sword Slaves praised by the Sword Master in the original work, they are truly honed and perfect killing machines.
Among the more than a thousand Korean troops in the city and the civilian men who had been training for a long time, except for a few veterans who were able to remain calm and composed, the others held their breath and remained silent, not even daring to make a sound.
They all knew that if they went out to fight in the city, an army formation of ten thousand people might not be able to withstand such an army like a torrent of steel.
In Qin's Switzerland, a thousand people were enough to take over the voice of a city.
Xiong Qi, Lord of Changping, was waiting quietly outside the city. For a while, except for the occasional neighing of war horses, it was hard to hear any other sounds.
Although the momentum of the Korean soldiers was slightly weak, no one retreated. Some officers held sharp swords and ordered the civilians and soldiers to deploy their defenses in an orderly manner.
Even though Lord Changping would not attack the city at this time.
…
In the palace of King Han.
Han Fei Wang An was lying on his throne like a puppet, as if all his strength had been drained from his body.
It has nothing to do with the situation reported by the soldiers. He has been like this most of the time since Liusha was rescued from the "claws" of King Qin.
After hearing that the Qin army was approaching the city, he was even more frightened.
He didn't dare to close his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, in the darkness, it seemed as if a sharp blade was stabbing at him, or placed on his neck, waiting to be chopped off.
What's ridiculous is that this time he didn't even have a chance to surrender.
Because a large part of his role in life is to stabilize the people of Korea.
The soldier reported something, but he actually didn't listen at all.
As a person gets older, his energy is less than before. He who once rose to power by conquering Baiyue has gone from a young man full of fighting spirit to a middle-aged man who recognizes the facts. Now, although he is alive, he is already a withered bone in the grave.
That’s all.
Since it's not his turn to make the decision, what's the difference between listening and not listening?
After Wei Zhuang heard the soldier's report, his expression condensed. He had always been cold, and his expression remained unchanged even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. At that moment, his face, which had not changed for thousands of years, turned a little ugly.
The man in purple who was standing on the other side was already trembling with anger.
"Thief Qin, how dare you be so arrogant and arrogant if you are a thief?" The man in purple trembled angrily and roared loudly. He held the hilt of the sword in one hand and wished he could go out and have a fight to the death with Lord Changping.
.
He is too strong-willed by nature and is already a bit furious at this moment.
But soon, he also regained his composure.
A gentle gentleman once advised him not to be too impatient.
In fact, over the years, his temper has become much better than before. It was just that he felt that his idol was humiliated by the Qin people's words and reminded him of a bad memory, which made him furious.
The man in his memory was a close friend of his clan brother, and he often wore purple clothes. He highly respected him and read his works day and night.
He is also dressed in purple Confucian clothes, looking chic and elegant.
It's a pity that in the end, such a great talent who dedicated himself to serving the country died in a foreign country.
No one else, because the person who should appreciate his talent and learning the most in the world abandoned him like a worn-out shoe, while the person who should not appreciate him the most admired him to the extreme and regarded him as a close friend.
Although he is just a bastard in the family and is not famous.
He waited patiently and kept a low profile for many years, just for this moment to rebuild the country of Korea.
Wei Zhuang was able to control Xinzheng City so successfully because of his great efforts. If this happened, he would be the sixth generation of his family to be the leader of the Han Dynasty.
Wei Zhuang gave him a chance.
And he, like a moth seeing a blazing fire in the dark night, worked hard regardless of his own safety...
If it fails, a great country like South Korea will completely fall, and there will be no loyal ministers to die for the country.
Wei Zhuang's expression only changed for a moment before he regained his composure. Wearing a floor-length black and gold robe, with white hair hanging down on his chest, and holding a shark-tooth sword in one hand, he stood proudly above the hall, with his unparalleled domineering and evil aura.
Make him more like a unique king.
"Bai Feng, go and pass Lord Chang Ping's words to Mr. Wei Yan intact." Wei Zhuang ordered Bai Feng. After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the hall with a sharp sword in hand.
When he heard that Qianqi, Lord of Changping, dared to come to the city, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.
Of course, it's just an idea.
That is, if he and Wei Yan join forces, can they teach Lord Changping a lesson or simply capture him under the protection of a thousand dragon and tiger cavalry?
As for the news reported by the soldier, which was the message conveyed by the people Changping Jun ordered under the city, it was also very simple:
"I wonder if Mr. Wei Yan is still here?
The king of Qin was thirsty for talents.
If you are willing to surrender and surrender with courtesy, Xiong Qi is willing to use his own reputation to guarantee that a talented person like you will not lose his position as a high official and a generous salary.
If I violate this oath, I will be killed by the rebels someday."
Tian Yan was also confused when he heard Bai Feng's report.
This is very strange to say.
Tian Yan also found it strange, because she knew very well that except for having written a few poems and being a junior fellow student of Wan Zhang, she had a ridiculous seniority and a reputation, but she didn't seem to have any sufficient achievements to achieve with Yu Zhiguo.
and works.
Is it worth it?
As for the new salt that has gained a certain reputation, it is the work of a farmer. In fact, it does not have Wei Yan's label on it.
So whether it is true or false remains to be verified.
Why Xiong Qi, Lord of Changping, did this remains to be verified.
"What did Mr. Wei Zhuang say?" Tian Yan asked, sitting in the pavilion in front of the desk, playing the piano with both hands. The sound of the piano stopped after one song, and he looked at Bai Feng standing under the pavilion.