Lord Seventh

Chapter 73 The Final Battle III ...

On the first day of October, Datong lost ground.

On October 23, Xuancheng City was broken.

At the end of October, Jingguan broke.

At this point, north of the capital city, there is no danger to be guarded, there is no towering tower, and a plain can be seen at a glance.

The leader of Wagyu Gexi and Helianzhao hundreds of thousands of troops confronted Gansu. Although Helenzhao died in battle and the only team in Daqing fled, the loss of Wagyu was not small. Geshe thought it was a fragile black crowd, but unexpectedly tough in the battle.

Gexi then found that he underestimated the Daqing people. In that battle, he almost broke the enemy by 10,000 and damaged 8,000. If it was not at the last moment, He Lianzhao lost his arrow and was slashed by a Waggon warrior. I am afraid he will have the idea of ​​withdrawing troops.

But God still helped him.

After the war in Gansu, Gexi took a break in his place for a while and carefully formulated a plan for re-offensive, because he knew that what was waiting for him in front would be the overlapping Daqing checkpoints.

Gexi Ulmu is 36 years old, a man who never appeared on the prairie. He helped Zhao Zhenshu raise his personal soldiers in the spring market, and he acted as a dog for Zhao Zhenshu. In the middle of the year, from a spirited young man, in the patience and planning of a wolf, he gradually raised a city like a trench.

Zhao Zhenshu used his power and money, and he was happy to raise a prairie wolf dog. He has been supporting him over the years and has provided him with countless money.

Gexi has no waste. He still eats dry noodles made by his mother-in-law every day. Like everyone else, he wears rough and difficult-to-eat meat jerks and wears the clothes of herders smelling fishy. He uses these money to open the joints secretly. Give slaves and beauties to his enemies and annex them one by one.

In ten years, they swept across the entire grassland and reunited the Waggong tribe that had fallen apart for hundreds of years. The northern wolf screamed, and then moved south with its claws.

Gexi wasn't just for Daqing's wealth. He wasn't taking these tiger and wolf warriors down to grab a few items and returning a few beauties, even if he was walking through the great mountains and rivers of the Central Plains.

The ancients said that the prince will have a kind of seedlings-since farmers who farm in the mountains can say such things, why should such weak and flashy Central Plains be occupied for thousands of years in such rich and beautiful places?

From start to finish, Geshe's march had only one goal—the capital.

Behind the capital is the Golden Crest Hall.

However, the expected resistance was not encountered. The war in Gansu seemed to have broken the courage of the Daqing people, and it went surprisingly smoothly all the way south. Many cities hardly attacked themselves, and the places where they barely resisted were just Seoul, and they looked extremely unbearable. one strike.

He wanted to understand--the Daqing people had passed the centuries of peace, and even if their courage was reluctantly drummed up once, they were only wrapped in a layer of extremely fragile skin and the wind broke.

Geshe was almost agitated, and this excitement became more intense as he approached Beijing. He seemed to see the legendary capital city like the heavenly city lie at his feet, stepping on a palace covered with gold, and let everyone in the world worship him.

On November 20th, finally, the soldiers came under the city.

At this moment in the capital, the golden dust palace of Meng Chen greeted courtiers for the last time. Wang Wu Yukui and Grandpa Xi retreated to the corner. There were two people who had never appeared before Helien, one was a princess Jingan dressed up as a man, and the other was wearing a human skin mask and posing as a man. Zhou Zishu, middle-aged scribe.

The civil and military officials stood in two columns, and Herren yelled someone to hang the dragon robe high above the hall, as if a golden totem was hung. Inserted straight into the hair, with a force that people have never seen before.

With 180,000 troops in the nine gates of Beijing, the generals were separated.

"Xuanwumen Feng Xiaoshu, Chaoyangmen He Yunxing ..."

Finally, Cheng Wumen, which is just north of the country-981 pieces of bluestone, which is three feet long and three feet wide, are spread out to the gate of the city. The whole place in Beijing is the heaviest and bloodiest. The place of the twenty-four black witch assassins, now facing the place of the wolverine fangs.

Zhou Zishu held a scroll of imperial edicts and read it out word by word: "Cheng Wumen, personally guarded by the uncle."

Most of the people standing in this hall will participate in the military council before this march for the first time in their lives, and it will probably be the last. There is no longer the emperor, the prime minister, the prince, the princess, but the people who keep the city, those who hold the sword, and those who are desperately desperate.

"Half-walled rivers and mountains fell, and south of the capital, there is no more serious obstacles. Now, filial piety has left me dusty, mountains and rivers dim, and under the nine springs, it is hard to see the ancestors."

"Hundreds of thousands of troops were destroyed in Gansu, and the North Koreans were damaged. The emperor Huang died and there were few horses with a dead body. When the barbarian soldiers approached the city, the home country was so desperate. Why ca n’t you give up? At this point, if the capital is defeated, the jade pendant is still acceptable, but Zhu Yan was changed, and yesterday was the same as his homeland, and the mountains and rivers were changed to surnames. Thanks to the world? Everyone, what is your face to see your father ?! "

"I am willing to serve General Han and break the boat, when the battle is backwaters-if it is not successful, it will be absolutely impossible."

"From the beginning of the war, the soldiers will be out, and the nine gates will be closed, and the armored will not enter the city, and the offenders will be cut off! Those who leave the post, cut off! When the battle is over, the predecessors will retreat, and the back will be cut off! Dare to hide If you want to retreat, the soldiers can gather and replace them, but if not, dare to violate the military order, dissatisfied with the deployment, cut! "

His voice paused, and he said it verbatim: "Yu also came from the generals and swore to live and die with this place."

On November 21, Wagge and the last Daqing officers and soldiers formally started a war.

This century-old city built with fat powder has begun to bear the first wave of blood baptism from nomadic peoples far away.

On the first day of the siege, Gexi tentatively attacked Chongwen Gate. The Chongwen Gatekeeper was Tieru of the East Camp of the Royal Forest. He was previously dubbed as the Grand Prince's slave by He Yunxing privately. At first, because he was the guard of the capital, Helien Zhao He didn't take him on the expedition, but also to leave himself a back road where he could kill him in the future.

But now that Helianzhao people are gone, there is no need for a back road, and Tieru is out.

There is nothing more than the magical power that can make the lambs turn into tigers and wolves overnight. The 6,000 spirited Wagge warriors sent by Geshe to knock on the door are arrogant and proud, but suddenly encounter The evil-looking Daqing garrison, the Wage Tatars were almost blinded.

History repeats amazingly. They were panicked just like Gansu ’s soldiers were attacked in the night of Daqing. What's different is that none of them can see the enemy's hearts clearly, and dare to carry their swords to death.

It was like overnight in the Mochizuki River, filled with molten molten iron. Geshe looked up at this tall and magnificent city gate and the palace soaring into the clouds, and suddenly there was an ominous premonition— — It ’s like the city is inaccessible.

At this time, there were only two last people around Cheng Lien's Helianyu, who were standing and sitting around a defense map.

The people who could use it all went to defend the city. Jing Qi and Zhou Zishu stayed beside Helianyu. For his safety, the other side also regarded Cheng Wumen, the most dangerous place, as the final headquarters. Hundreds of "skylights" that Zhou Zishu had intrigued, became the hub connecting the nine city gates, uniformly put on cloth, stabbed a plum on the forearm, mixed with people of all colors, at the fastest speed. Forms the entire Beijing's messaging system.

Jing Qi changed into dark and simple clothes, those optional pieces, the hangings on the clothes were gone all night, his hands were on his chest, his brows were slightly closed.

He Lianchi looked at his back, and suddenly felt that this person was a bit lazy like Jing Beiyuan who had no bones all year round. His shoulders were thin but straight, and his wide cuffs were all gathered around his waist. Then, the suffocation that had soaked in the bones disappeared in vain, as if all these years were fake.

Her cheeks were sunken in, and Peach's eyes were slightly heavy, but she couldn't say anything.

Helianchi felt a slight pain in her heart, but the pain was soon covered by greater numbness-each of them had no way back.

Jing Qi walked a few laps in the same place, and there was a "skylight" to report the situation of Chongwenmen. Hellen howled people to hide this little victory, only to let the generals know that Chongwenmen was playing, and to be on guard.

Jing Qi suddenly frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the nine gates of Beijing looks like a big gate and stands tall, but it is a place that is easy to attack and hard to defend. I'm afraid ... difficult to deal with. "

Both Helianchi and Zhou Zishu understood this principle. The capital of 180,000 defenders in the capital was not many, and it was scattered to nine gates, which was quite cramped.

When the capital was built back then, there was a kind of smiles and welcomes from all directions, full of the superiority of the capital city, but now this uninvited guest is not good, and the capital is not willing to smile and welcome, naturally there will be a problem. With so many gates, it seems like a sieve that has been beaten by nine caves. One is a weakness.

For a moment, Hellendar and Zhou Zishu were silent, and Jing Qi continued: "The enemy has a few places that are not easy to deal with. Once Ge Xi Ulmu can tolerate this, it is not easy to be irritated. It ’s easy to get anxious and calm down. Second, the Wages are all strong and strong, which makes it impossible to say. Right now, the soldiers in our city are excited about the situation.

He shook his head, his eyebrows tightened.

Hellenchi slowly responded: "If you are Geshe, try one or two at each city gate, you will definitely want to understand this truth. Instead of turning between the nine city gates, you might as well guard one. Place, hard attack, we can't bear it. "

Zhou Zishu asked: "Your Majesty thinks, where will he choose?"

Hellen paused before saying: "If you only want to break into the capital, you will choose the Xuanwu Gate. Although Jing'an is the orphan of General Feng, it is a girl's house or some skill, but it is hard to consume. A bull-like Wagger. If ... if you want to sit on the ground ... "

Helien looked back, looking at the distant smoke and the gloomy sky, and muttered, "If you want to sit on the sky, he will definitely choose Cheng Wumen to come and be kind."

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