Jiaohua

Chapter 374: Excuse the weather
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is raging. Most of these weak literati are barefoot, stepping on the frosty snow, it seems that they can't feel the cold.

They ran down crazily, some with stones in their hands, and some with thick tree trunks in their hands. Without any extra words, they charged directly at the Xuanwu army from the flanks.

Half an hour ago, Mr. Zhan Chen took two or three people up the back mountain in the snow and darkness, and told them not to show up no matter what happened.

Not long after Mr. Zhan Chen left, there was movement from the foot of the mountain. The two teams of imperial soldiers and horses fought fiercely.

They could have hid on the mountain, as Mr. Zhan Chen said, don't go out when anything happens.

However, they stood here suffering from hunger and cold, looking at the dark night, their ears filled with the hoarse shouts of young soldiers, they finally couldn't stand.

Maybe those soldiers and horses came to arrest them, maybe they have implicated Dongping Academy, but they really don't know what crime they committed.

Everything in the world must be based on the law, but the things they committed have not been clearly written.

After months of imprisonment, there was no fault of their own, and they looked forward to getting out every day, day after day, gradually losing weight and despair.

Those who devote themselves to the prison, those who have achieved success and fame, and those who do nothing, are all reduced to prisoners, and they are sick or dead, and no one cares about them.

As the saying goes, there are the Golden House and Yan Ruyu in the book, but there are also their lowly lives that are as low as the snow under one foot, trampled and trampled, black and white are up to people.

Now the road ahead is bleak and hopeless, and there is no way to retreat. Some people stand up and roar loudly, why don't you fight, you are dead anyway, why don't you fight!Why hang around here like an incompetent coward!
The teachings of sages and sages have been vain in this world, the Dao is gone, the Dali does not exist, the sky does not shine, and people have no standing. Since it is so clear and turbid, why not use your own flesh and blood to water a clean world!

Several people made passionate statements, and the resentment and anger accumulated by the crowd for many days were completely ignited.

They rushed down, their eyes were red and blood was repelled, they rushed forward, high-spirited, and died generously.

The thinly clothed body collided with the Xuanwu army in Xuanjia, just because they were full of indignation, it would not help at all, it would be death.

Blood sprayed out in pieces in an instant, and the cold spear pierced through the defenseless body, taking away lives one by one in an instant.

The sobriety after the hot blood finally frightened the people behind. Some people were still rushing, while others turned around and fled.

But the Xuanwu army would not let them go so easily, and chased after them angrily, like a countercurrent in a huge crowd.

Song Qingtang quickly ordered the right wing of the Xuanwu army to attack, trying to intercept it.

However, the disparity in the strength of the two sides is that they are gradually being surrounded.

The battle became more and more fierce, and Song Qingtang tried to break through several times, but failed.

Screams rang out in the massacre, and the literati who had survived the famine and cold fell under the spears in groups, and some people found a gap to counterattack, killing one to get back their money, and killing two to avenge others.

The door of Dongping Academy was wide open, and those old gentlemen who were respected and respected all over the world stepped forward in groups, standing on the steps of Dongping Academy with heavy eyes.

The Xuanwu Army immediately dispatched their forces and rushed towards them.

Song Qingtang turned his eyes and yelled loudly, making people rush to defend. At the same time, those teenagers patrolling the rear finally couldn't bear it anymore.

They took off their windbreakers and robes, pushed and dragged their attendants away, and those with swords ran away, and those who didn't picked up beside the corpses.

They have all learned riding and archery and boxing skills, whether they can take it or not is another matter, they can't do it by sitting on the sidelines!

The fierce battle was at its extreme, and more and more soldiers and horses fell from both sides. Just when the patrolling guards were getting overwhelmed, thousands of Yanyun guards suddenly came rushing from the northeast.

They didn't watch the battle from a distance, but when they approached, they shouted and rushed over, the big swords in their hands slashed at the Xuanwu army.

Song Qingtang and his followers were stunned for a moment, the person who rushed to the front, Song Qingtang saw at a glance that it was Du Yide.

It turned out to be this old man!
Song Qingtang didn't think too much, wiped the blood spattered on his face, and continued to kill the Xuanwu army in front.

The two guards who led the Xuanwu Army had already died under random gunfire. The current Xuanwu Army has no commander or cloth army at all. Compared with Song Qingtang and Du Yide who lead the troops separately, they are disorganized and chaotic. .

And the advantage of the number gap when facing the patrol guards before, with the addition of Yan Yunwei, has completely disappeared.

In the shortest time, the Xuanwu Army was defeated. They retreated, wondering why it took so long and there was no news of the troops sent to find General Feng.

When they showed their intention to retreat, Song Qingtang ordered his subordinates to stop.

Du Yide at Yanyunwei's mansion saw that Song Qingtang's men were not moving, so he asked people to stop as well.

The fierce melee scene made both sides jealous for a while, but now seeing that these patrolling guards are not relentless, the Xuanwu Army can hardly believe that it is so easy to get out of the battle.

But they absolutely didn't dare to continue fighting any longer. They looked at Song Qingtang vigilantly, and gradually retreated, separating the distance more clearly.

Song Qingtang was panting heavily, with many injuries on his body, and looked back at them coldly.

There were corpses everywhere on the ground, and many people even realized that they were stepping on the corpses.

The Xuanwu army neither entered nor retreated. They looked up at Dongping Academy.

Those gentlemen stood at the door, under the bright lights, their faces were gloomy and angry, their students surrounded them, and there were many students and literati fleeing for refuge.

The sky was getting brighter, the long street was quiet, and the residents along the street were hiding at home, not daring to breathe. It was the first time in their life that they encountered such a thing, and they really felt that the sky had completely collapsed.

The Xuanwu army didn't move anymore, they stood there after retreating, confronting the two guards of the capital, the air condensed.

Song Qingtang clenched the spear in his hand, knowing that these Xuanwu soldiers were delaying time.

They are waiting, waiting for someone who can really make the decision.

But he, Song Qingtang, couldn't take the initiative to attack these people, he could only defend, and so far, he had been defending.

Time passed slowly, and the sky was completely bright.

The Xuanwu Army didn't get the person they wanted to wait for, but there were more and more people at the gate of Dongping Academy.

Small officials who are not qualified to be called into the palace, sons of wealthy families who are not in politics but full of poetry and books, those well-educated or not well-educated merchants who are rich...all come here.

　Thank you for the reward of a little mortal half-life desolation~~(′‵)I L~~
　　
　
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