Shangguan Hongye calmly said to the general beside him: "The range of this Xiyi Franchise is about 1 mile, which is not far. When there are bunkers everywhere in the palace, the attack effect becomes worse the farther away it is.
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The general's eyes lit up: "I understand, as long as our people spread out and hide behind various buildings, the effectiveness of the Folang machine gun's shells will be greatly reduced!"
There will always be a time when all the fire bombs and heavy arrows are used up! That’s the time to destroy the palace!
Shangguan Hongye said with cold eyes: "I can't wait for those eunuchs to use up their fire bullets and heavy arrows."
If a large number of Folang machine fire bombs were stored in the Qingyun Hall, attacking with fire would ignite the gunpowder barrel.
In terms of intrigues, he is not as good as the eunuch Cang Qiao.
But in terms of strategy and tactics, attacking and defending cities, and all kinds of new and old weapons at home and abroad, this is what he, the general king, is best at.
The generals immediately clasped their fists in admiration: "Your Highness is wise."
But someone had the courage to ask in a low voice: "But if Qingyun Palace is bombed, then Your Majesty..."
Isn’t he dead?
Everyone knew this question and couldn't help but look at His Highness quietly.
But when he saw the tall figure of King Qin, he was silent for a long time, and then he said calmly: "Killing people to punish the heart, Cang Qiao thought that he could use his father to force me to retreat, but I can also use the burning of Qingyun Palace to force him to surrender.
Father."
Everyone looked at each other. This nine thousand year old must know that if he falls into the hands of King Qin, he will not end well. Then will he really hand over his majesty?
Or—to die together?
But this is His Highness's decision, and they will naturally abide by it!
After all, the moment they decided to follow King Qin Wuhu Fuye into the capital, their master was King Qin and not the old emperor who favored the traitor!
When a new wolf king appears on the grassland, it is natural that the old wolf king will be expelled or even killed1
Soon, countless tung oil and heavy crossbows were all in place.
Countless archers and heavy crossbowmen quickly wrapped their arrowheads in flammable cloth, stained them with tung oil, and all aimed at Qingyun Palace from a distance!
The air was filled with a strong smell of burning and gunpowder smoke.
"Your Highness, get ready. With just one order, you can fire thousands of arrows and raze the Qingyun Palace to the ground!" A general stepped forward and cupped his fists at Shangguan Hongye.
At this time, a melodious pipa sound suddenly came from the hall.
The pipa player played the pipa with exquisite technique, and a cool, melodious yet gorgeous piece of music flowed like water and echoed around the entire Qingyun Temple.
It's so out of place, but it also has an eerie sweetness and desolation.
Tens of thousands of soldiers were stunned, and Shangguan Hongye was also stunned for a moment.
He listened for a while and suddenly said softly: "Gold threaded clothes, spring city catkins...the past is worth remembering for a long time. Everyone in the world has to go to its end. It is just the end of a beautiful dream - this is "Old Things in Luoyang"
, one of my father’s favorite songs.”
The tune is very beautiful, but the lyrics are not that auspicious - it talks about the death of the powerful first princess in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and describes the desolation and determination of the palace.
My father, who was still a prince at the time, liked it very much and dedicated it to the late emperor.
The late emperor was a passionate man and liked this song very much, so he ordered Concubine Mei to dance for this song "Old Events in Luoyang". Her twirling skirt was like a blazing flame, and she was so poignant that she amazed the court.
Later I found out that it was a satire on the late emperor by my father. After my father ascended the throne, he often ordered people to play this song when he was drinking.
Now this man who plays the pipa...
Shangguan Hongye narrowed his eyes, suddenly drew a heavy bow as tall as a person, took the reins and rode his horse towards the front of Qingyun Palace.
"Your Highness! Danger!" Everyone around him tried to stop him.
But Shangguan Hongye raised his hand to indicate that they did not have to follow him: "This is the battlefield between me and him. I don't have the courage to stand in front of him."
He rode his horse to the front of Qingyun Palace from the tens of thousands of troops, and sure enough, he did not encounter any attack.
Outside the empty front hall, he was the only one riding his horse to the jade steps of Qingyun Hall.
Shangguan Hongye was riding on his horse, and when he raised his eyes, he could see inside the palace. Fo Langji's artillery had been moved away a little, but the black muzzle was still facing outside.
And sitting in the middle of the hall was a bright red figure, holding a pipa in his hand, and his plain white hands, which always held a knife to kill people, were playing the white jade pipa in his arms.
With his eyes closed, his fingering skills were skillful and graceful, as if he was not in a killing field, but in a gorgeous palace banquet, playing the pipa calmly and happily.
