Chapter 1352 Li Hao: Future generations are unfilial
Time flies, and half a month has passed before you know it. Just when the civil and military ministers of the Han Dynasty are paying attention to this battle——
North Korea, Wang Jing
Under the towering city wall, the shouts of killing shook the sky. Many female soldiers of the Eight Banners were brave and brave, holding weapons and weapons, climbing up the wooden ladder to the city tower, and attacking the city with ants.
At this moment, on the city wall, the North Korean imperial camp general Li Huan was wearing heavy armor, looking with a stern face at the soldiers below who were constantly swarming up the city.
Then, he led a group of generals, carrying rolling logs and rocks, and threw them at the elite Eight Banners attacking the city below.
All of a sudden, screams came one after another.
Under a Qing flag not far away, Azig and Obai looked at the scene in the distance, their brows furrowed, and they were obviously troubled by the stubborn resistance on the city wall.
"Your Majesty, the resistance in the city seems to be getting stronger again." Under Ao Bai's thick eyebrows that looked like elm leaves, the solemn look in his eyes did not diminish at all.
"Let the Hongyi fire cannons bombard the city and blast out a passage!" Azig also became fierce and said in a cold voice.
Oboi nodded and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, it is not an option to continue like this. Even if we capture Wang Jing, our soldiers will suffer too many casualties."
The Jurchens had lost many elites in successive battles, and subsequent wars were mostly based on careful planning.
Azig cast his gaze on Ao Bai who was standing aside and said, "What good ideas do you have?"
Obai raised his bearded head, turned his gaze to the distance, and said: "Your Majesty, the wall of the West City is so dilapidated that we might as well have someone dig a tunnel in the wall and put in explosives to see if the wall can be blown open.
Then rush in."
When Azige heard this, his eyes lit up and he said, "This is a very good plan."
Ao Bai saw that Azig agreed to come down, and then without saying much, he ordered his soldiers to start preparing gunpowder.
The Eight Banners elites below held up the ladders in their hands and headed towards the city.
North Korea, Wang Jingcheng——
The North Korean King Li Hao sat down behind the table in the study. The North Korean King, who was only in his thirties, had a haggard and tired face, and was obviously quite worried about the recent situation.
At this moment, he was leaning forward, staring at Li Huan and Yuan Doupiao, who were standing bowed, and asked: "How is the defense situation when defending the city today?"
The worry on Li Huan's resolute face remained undiminished, and he whispered: "Back to Your Majesty, in the past few days, the Jurchen Eight Banners' elite attacks on the city have been rapid and violent, causing countless casualties among the soldiers, and the casualties in the city are still serious."
Li Hao asked worriedly: "It's been half a month. Can the city still have enough food, fodder and ordnance to support us?"
Li Huan said: "Your Majesty, there are still enough weapons and food in the city, but the elite of the Eight Jurchen Banners are not afraid of death. If this continues, as long as it does not go out for three months..."
At the end, the voice was low, and the consequences were obviously self-evident.
Li Hao frowned and asked, "What can we do now?"
The military officer Yuan Doupiao looked solemn, took over the conversation, raised his hands and said: "Your Majesty, the Han court has not sent any reinforcements so far. If this continues, our capital will be destroyed, and we may not be able to wait until the Han court troops."
At the beginning, Duke Wei was in charge, and the Han court's slogan of troops coming to help obviously could not last long. Especially as the casualties in the city increased, a pessimistic mood about the war once again swept through the entire Wangjing city.
The civil and military ministers of Korea probably thought that the troops and horses in the capital of the Joseon Dynasty might not be able to withstand the Jurchen invasion and plunder at all.
Li Hao thought for a while and said: "If you wait a little longer, it will only take about a month, and the city should be able to support the day when reinforcements arrive."
Yuan Doupiao raised his hands in agreement and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you send someone to summon the previous Han envoy to ask about the situation, or urge the Han court to speed up the dispatch of troops?"
Li Hao heard this and said quickly: "What Yuan Qing said is true. Come, go to the post house to find the Han envoy."
Yuan Doupiao didn't say much and waited patiently with Li Huan.
After a while, the eunuch led the former Han envoy Feng Zhi into the hall, as well as the Jinyi Mansion detective who came last time.
Feng Zhi bowed and bowed, and asked: "I have summoned you, the unknown monarch, for what important matter?"
King Li Hao of North Korea looked at the envoy Feng Zhi and said: "Envoy Feng, the Jurchen soldiers and horses outside the city are currently besieging the city. Countless soldiers and civilians in the city are killed and injured every day. The situation in the city is even more shaky, and your country's Duke Wei
We sent out troops to help, but where are they now?"
Feng Zhi said with a bitter look on his face: "Just as I was about to report it to the great king, Deputy Zhang Qianhu just mentioned that Duke Wei Guo has arrived at Tianjin Wei and is mobilizing soldiers to head towards North Korea."
King Li Hao of North Korea raised his eyebrows and asked, "Duke Wei has arrived at Tianjin Wei?"
At this time, the captain behind Feng Zhi was also the detective of Jinyi Mansion stationed in Wang Jingcheng.
Zhang Sheng said: "Back to the king, Duke Wei has already deployed the Jiangnan navy. It will take half a month at the latest before they can sail to Wangjing to help the crisis situation."
On the surface, this doesn't raise any issues.
Because Jia Heng went to Tianjin to take charge, even though he was rushing to aid the Korean War, he still needed to dispatch naval troops.
And all this takes time, and at this time, if the Manchu Qing Dynasty destroys Wang Jing in North Korea, then there is no doubt that the Han Dynasty will not have to bear the pressure of moral public opinion and can lead his soldiers to Wang Jing and calmly clean up his mess.
But it’s best not to let people see this.
Otherwise, the heavenly kingdom and the state of etiquette are nothing like this.
Li Hao frowned and asked, "How much time is left?"
Feng Zhi hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, please be patient and don't be impatient. With the ability to defend the country, it will be done in the near future."
Feng Zhi paused for a moment, considered his words, and said: "Even if the navy arrives at Tianjin Guards now and wants to rush to Wang Jingcheng, it will still take some time. However, recently, the soldiers and horses near Shanhaiguan have gone to Liaodong, and the Jurchens have already felt it.
When you feel some pressure, you should restrain yourself."
Yuan Doupiao said: "Recently, I haven't shown any restraint. I have been attacking Wang Jingcheng with great speed. It seems that I want to conquer Wang Jingcheng in one go. Your country is the country of the sect master. We should send boats and navy to help Wang Jingcheng."
Li Hao quickly said: "Yes."
Feng Zhi felt sweat gradually forming on his forehead, and said loudly: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, but this will take time, and besides, I'm more worried about this matter than Your Majesty."
Li Hao explained: "I am impatient for the moment, and I hope your envoy will forgive me. The situation in North Korea is extremely critical. Now it is a matter of life and death. Your country should lend a helping hand in time."
Feng Zhidao: "Don't worry, Your Majesty. After I return, I will ask Fei Ge from the Jinyi Mansion to send a letter telling the critical situation in Wang Jing City. I hope that Duke Wei will send troops as soon as possible to relieve the crisis in Korea."
The anxiety in Li Hao's heart was relieved a lot, and he said: "I hope it will be done as soon as possible. The danger of North Korea's King Jing is imminent."
Feng Zhi did not linger much, but quickly returned with the guards not far away.
After the two left, Li Hao's solemn expression remained unchanged. He looked at Li and Yuan and asked, "What should we do? Can we withstand it for a month?"
Yuan Doupiao shook his head, with a firm look in his eyes, and said: "Your Majesty, if you can block it, you can only block it now."
Li Hao nodded and said with the same firm tone: "What the Yuan Judgment said is true. Now, even if we can't stop it, we still have to stop it."
However, at this moment, "Boom~"
A loud noise was deafening and spread to the city. The three of them were shocked. They looked at each other and vaguely sensed an ominous premonition.
Li Hao was shocked and said in surprise: "What is this sound?"
Yuan Doupiao and Li Huan also looked at each other.
"Cannon!" Li Huan whispered.
Not long after, I saw a young general wearing armor, looking panicked, stumbling into the government hall, saying: "Your Majesty, it's not good, the Jurchens blew up the wall of the west city, and a large number of Jurchen soldiers came towards the city.
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"What?" When Li Hao heard this, he stood up suddenly and asked in shock.
No one knows what this means, it means the destruction of the city and the destruction of the country.
Li Huan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I will lead the troops to rush for reinforcements first. The city is in danger."
King Li Hao of North Korea said urgently: "Quickly, go quickly, we must not let the Jurchen soldiers and horses enter the city."
Once they enter the city, Wang Jing's centuries-old foundation will be over.
Li Huan didn't say much, and led a few soldiers to leave the government hall and go to the city gate tower to rush for reinforcements.
At this moment, outside Wangjing City——
Azig and Obai were riding on a horse, looking at the soldiers swarming up to the city gate tower, their faces could not hide their joy.
"It's really useful to dig tunnels and blow up the city like this." Azig said loudly with excitement in his tone.
Obei said: "Your Majesty, we will be able to break the city in a moment."
However, the next scene made Obai and Azig look solemn again.
Because, not long after, Li Huan led a large number of Korean soldiers to the place where the city wall collapsed and started fighting with the Jurchen soldiers and horses.
For a moment, the drums sounded "dong dong", deafening.
A large number of Korean soldiers were brave and brave, and climbed towards the city one after another.
Ao Bai saw this scene on his horse and said loudly: "Your Majesty, I will personally take people there."
Azig nodded and said, "Then be careful."
After that, without saying much else, Ao Bai led a group of personal guards and rode towards Wang Jingcheng in North Korea.
At this moment, a large hole was opened in the west city wall, which was two feet long.
Li Huan led a team of the most elite soldiers and horses, and fought with the Jurchen elites, gradually driving away the Jurchen Eight Banners elites and blocking the gap.
However, before Li Huan could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a sound like spring thunder exploding in the sky.
"The thief will die!" Obai's voice was like spring thunder exploding in the air.
Li Huan was startled, and when he looked around, he saw that there seemed to be a stern look on the bearded face of the general.
Obai held a large sword with a ring head in his hand. As he swung it, the sword shone brightly and blood could be seen dripping. Human heads flew into the sky with blood.
Li Huan tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand, and without saying a word, he tightened his grip on his sword and headed towards Obei.
"clang!"
Along with the clashing sound of weapons, sparks could be seen flying everywhere. Li Huan felt his body shake violently. He took a few steps back and stared at Obai with a little surprise in his eyes.
This man has so much strength!
Li Huan was also a general in North Korea. He was also born with supernatural powers. He wielded a long iron sword in his palm like the wind. He was still not timid in the face of Obai's fierce attack.
Rather than fighting each other, there was a back-and-forth.
The long knife in Ao Bai's palm slashed open. Li Huan tried to parry with the sword, but felt a sharp scream accompanied by it, and his heart was shaken.
Li Huan took a few steps back, an abnormal blush appeared on both sides of his cheeks, and his eyes were full of solemnity.
Oboi roared angrily: "Thieves, please accept your fate!"
As he spoke, the long knife slashed towards Li Huan's neck. Immediately, a bone-chilling chill enveloped Li Huan.
Li Huan hurriedly dodged and blocked quickly with the long knife in his palm, but it was too late. He only heard a "pop" sound, and one of his arms "squeaked" like blood, and he suddenly flew into the sky.
Ao Bai succeeded with one strike, and then he was unforgiving. The long knife in his palm passed through streaks of cold light and slashed towards Li Huan's neck.
At this moment, Li Huan felt that his life and death were in danger, and his heart suddenly tightened. But at this moment, he heard the sound of the sharp knife cutting through the air, and it struck the back of his neck in an instant.
"Pfft!"
As a head soared into the sky, Li Huan felt his consciousness darken, and he suddenly fell into endless darkness.
"Who dares to stop me!" Obai roared, and for a moment, his momentum was overwhelming.
As soon as Li Huan died, the high-spirited momentum of the North Korean soldiers and generals who had blocked the gap could not help but be depressed.
The Jurchen elite soldiers continued to fight their way into the city.
And Obai had already led the Eight Banners elites, almost like a tide, into the towering city ahead.
At this moment, the elites of the Jurchen Eight Banners became more and more excited and rushed towards the capital of the Joseon Dynasty.
In an instant, the city is about to be destroyed!
Joseon royal palace, palace garden
King Li Hao of North Korea was sitting behind the desk in the study, and when he heard the bad news coming from the city, his face was as pale as paper.
Li Hao frowned and asked, "My lords, what should I do?"
The North Korean civil servants and generals below also had sad faces and fell into awkward silence for a moment.
At this moment, a small school boy from outside quickly ran up and said, "Your Majesty, something bad has happened. The Jurchen Eight Banners troops have entered the city."
When Li Hao heard this, his face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and there was a look of worry in his eyes.
With a worried look on his face, Yuan Doupiao got out of the train, raised his hands and said, "Your Majesty, the city has become a dangerous place and it is not advisable to stay for a long time. We have to evacuate the city and go south to hunt."
At this moment, all the ministers in the palace reacted and came out one after another to report.
There is only one general meaning, that is, hunting in the south and fleeing to Chungcheongdo.
Li Hao pondered for a moment, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and said worriedly: "Now that things have happened, all the soldiers and civilians in the city have been killed, how can I have the face to go out of the city?"
As he said that, he stared at the military commander Yuan Doupiao who was sitting aside.
"Assemble all the soldiers and horses in the imperial camp to resist the atrocities of the Manchu elite bannermen." Li Hao stood up, his face was very solemn and solemn, and he made an immediate decision.
According to North Korea's impression of the Jurchen soldiers, once these people break the city, they will massacre the people in the city. North Korea is about to usher in a catastrophe.
Then, a large number of soldiers poured into the city from outside and began to fight with the Korean soldiers in the city.
Ping ping pong pong...
The sound of weapons clashing together and the earth-shattering cry of killing resounded throughout the entire Wangjing City at this moment.
Oboi led a large number of elite soldiers of the Eight Banners, like a long sword, cutting through the waves and killing the Korean soldiers blocking the road. They rushed all the way into the main street of Wangjing and met the soldiers and horses of the three Korean inner halls head-on.
A large number of soldiers and horses, holding weapons and weapons, were already heading towards the Eight Banners led by Obai. At this moment, the two sides collided.
Obai brandished a large iron sword in his hand. The sword was as bright as a sword and dazzling. Wherever the sword passed, broken limbs and arms could be seen flying everywhere with blood. Many soldiers fell down like withered grass and screamed in agony.
Obai's face was red and his neck was thick, and he shouted loudly: "Surge into the palace and capture the King of Korea alive!"
Ao Bai had been to Wang Jing before and was familiar with the directions of the streets in Wang Jing City, so he went straight to the palace garden of the Joseon Palace without stopping.
The soldiers encountered on the road blocked each other with swords, but they were still pierced by Obai's troops like a spear, and the soldiers immediately scattered like a tide and retreated.
The Korean soldiers in Wangjing City showed incomparable resilience at this moment, or in other words, when the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, a large number of Korean soldiers showed a sense of tenacious resistance.
Oboi was now within a stone's throw in front of the palace, leading a large number of soldiers to confront an old general wearing bronze armor.
The veteran general's beard and hair were white, his face was resolute, and he held a big sword in his hand. The long sword was shining brightly in his hand, and he slashed like the wind.
The person was none other than Li Shifang, the former guarding envoy.
Ao Bai snorted coldly and walked a few steps quickly. The long knife in his palm was as heavy as Mount Tai, and he slashed at the veteran general's head. The knife was as strong as the wind, with a cold force.
Li Shifang looked happy and fearless, and held his sword to block. There was a "clang" sound, and sparks flew everywhere. Li Shifang felt his shoulders were sore, so heavy that he could hardly lift them up.
When Ao Bai held the long knife across his palm, he heard a "buzz" sound, an ear-piercing scream that seemed to shock Li Shifang's ears until his eardrums hurt.
Oboi didn't say much and roared angrily: "Old thief, you must accept your fate!"
The sound was like spring thunder, deafening, and then, the long knife in the palm slashed down, as if to kill Li Shifang.
Li Shifang shouted angrily, but he couldn't resist at this moment. When Obai slashed with his long sword, his arm struggled. At this moment, there was a "pop" and blood suddenly appeared.
Li Shifang felt his vision go dark, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when the words reached his throat, he couldn't spit out a single word. He fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
When Ao Bai saw this, he couldn't hide his excitement and shouted loudly: "Enter the palace!"
The soldiers behind them shouted killing sounds and poured into the palace almost like a tide. The Korean soldiers who blocked the road were like slicing melons and vegetables, and no one could stop them.
Oboi fought his way into the Joseon Palace, came to the white marble square in front of the palace, and said loudly: "Don't leave Li Hao!"
A large number of elite Jurchen soldiers, led by counselors and assistants, dispersed to control the key thoroughfares of the palace.
At this moment, a large number of eunuchs and maids began to walk through the corridors with large amounts of gold and silver in their hands, with frightened expressions on their faces.
Over here, Li Hao, with the help of several internal eunuchs, has arrived at the ancestral hall of the previous kings of Korea.
In the ancestral hall——
A pair of papers with portraits of the king hung in the nave, and wooden spiritual tablets were lined up on the high table, creating a solemn and majestic atmosphere.
On a high lacquered wood altar table, in addition to fruits and melons, there are also small incense burners holding incense sticks, and three incense sticks are placed inside.
Li Hao knelt on an apricot-yellow futon, with a look of sadness on his haggard and tired face, and said: "The ancestors of the Li family are above me. Li Hao, the unfilial descendant, kneels sincerely to the ancestors."
Before I die, I hope that my ancestors and ancestors will forgive me. Our Li family's court has reached a critical moment, and our unfilial descendants have little wisdom and weak virtues. The only way to apologize is to die."
At this moment, the inner prison guards around him were holding a tray with a blue and white porcelain pot of poisonous wine in their hands.
The shouts of killing were getting closer and closer. Li Hao looked sad and said in a hoarse voice: "Bring the Zhuangxing wine over here."
The sounds of sobbing could be heard one after another from the surrounding eunuchs and the civil and military ministers outside the palace.
At this time, the close eunuch's companion took the filled wine glass, handed it over, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty."
When Li Hao heard this, he didn't say much else. He took the wine cup, raised his eyes to look at the spiritual tablet on the ancestral hall, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Future generations will be unfilial..." Li Hao said intermittently, but there were twists and turns on his face. It was clearly the effect of the poisonous wine taking effect on the internal organs.
Then, with a muffled groan, he fell to the ground.
When the Korean civil and military officials outside saw this scene, they burst into tears.
