Zhurou

The screams shook the sky and made everyone at the city gate stunned.

It was already the beginning of late spring. As soon as the east turned white, there was morning light. When I looked at the flames again, they were no longer as dazzling as before. With the faint light in the sky and the many torches and flames, I could also see the ground covered with flowers. The soldiers were at a loss as to whether they were looking for the marshal or the general's flag.

Time waits for no one.

The shouts kept repeating, just like how the Di people burned the imperial statue of the Emperor Zhao and Jin in front of the two opposing armies. The Jin army was powerless at that time, and the Di people were also helpless at this time, and could not even confirm what the shouter was saying. True or false.

But at this critical moment, under the dim sky, beside the huge fire, a flag was flying again, but it was the flag of General Di that had fallen down before and was finally raised again.

"The general flag... why does it look so strange?"

Above the city gate, a young Huangmen murmured.

He was not the only one, but soon more people also discovered something strange - even from such a distance, they could see that the general's flag was obviously shorter.

But no matter what, when they saw the general's flag raised again, the soldiers besieging the city became restless as if they were inspired. However, they could hear the shouts from behind still not stopping, and there was inevitably a bit of hesitation in the restlessness.

As the flag was raised again, accompanied by countless shouts of "Beggars are dead" from unknown sources, there were bursts of drums under the city as encouragement, and people roared in the distance, but the roar was too small after all. It was almost difficult to hear clearly over the sound of "I'm dead because of begging" and so on.

In the midst of the chaos, the flag moved in the wind and pushed forward again.

So, countless people looked at it from above and below the city. The Di soldiers surrounding the general's flag waited for the flag to be raised, and shouted in response to the scene, which temporarily boosted morale and made everyone on the left and right become excited.

Seeing that the morale of the army was gradually recovering, the shouts surrounding the flags were about to spread to the outer circle, but they saw a scream suddenly coming from the crowd of thousands of troops. The whistle stopped as soon as it stopped, then sounded again, and then stopped again. This was repeated three times. When the sound was heard for the first time, only people could be seen moving around. It was unclear whether they were hiding or giving way, but the crowds of people were surging like water waves parting, leaving a large blank space.

When the shrieking sound reached the third time, almost as soon as the sound came out, countless arrows suddenly flew out from behind the empty space, and the difference between them was no more than an instant.

The arrows were not so much arrows as they were fired at almost the same time. From a distance, they looked densely packed and looked no different from the rain of arrows that poured out of the sky.

And just after the arrow rain was sent out, the sky was already overwhelming, and there were countless sounds of flying arrows, but in the sound of attacks that enveloped the sky, several thicker black shadows were seen shooting forward.

The sky was not fully lit yet, so I couldn't see it very clearly, but the black shadow was extremely fast, more than three minutes faster than ordinary arrows. It was the last one to arrive first, and in the blink of an eye, it had already crossed the sky full of arrows. Rain, shoot to the front.

Seeing first, hearing behind, after the arrow was halfway through the flight, countless Jin troops on the city wall vaguely heard the sound of those black shadows breaking through the air. Because of this sound, they worked harder to capture those things that were not easy to see at a glance. The black shadow comes.

The sound of breaking through the sky was extremely heavy and muffled. Although the number was so small that one could count them with two hands, it had already overwhelmed all the previous flying arrows.

However, in the time it took them to breathe, many people hadn't even found the location of those black shadows. Suddenly, they heard a louder muffled sound, and another black shadow finally came out. The sound followed the shadow, and went straight to the huge fire in the center. Fly everywhere. The fire was very bright, illuminating the black shadow clearly. The city gate could not see clearly. Only then could it be vaguely recognized that it was a crossbow or an arrow. The crossbow arrow penetrated the tip of the high-jumping flame and passed over the very tall man standing high. Several Di soldiers made a "click" sound. I don't know if the sound was imagined by everyone, or if it was really so loud. But at that moment, the arrows fell to the flag, and the Di Army general's flag that had just been erected was blocked and struck from the waist. , broke off in the middle, and immediately fell over again.

The crossbow arrow smashed Di Bing's flag, and its momentum was far from exhausted. It carried the force of the wind and thunder and flew forward. However, the flagpole of the general's flag was extremely thick. Such a collision also caused the crossbow arrow to deflect slightly downward, so it continued forward three or four times. Zhang Yuan away, he hit a high-riding Di soldier.

The Di soldier was wearing thick armor and a heavy helmet. He was also looking at the general's flag in the center. At this time, he didn't even have time to react at all. The crossbow arrow penetrated through the thickest part of the helmet and penetrated out nearly a foot long. The heavy force caused him to flip up from his horse, and he flew a few steps into the air before relying on the weight of his body, bones, blood and armor to bring him down. Unfortunately, he bumped into a horseman behind him, and the crossbow arrow passed through him. The second man's legs penetrated into the horse's belly, and finally plunged deep into the ground with the two men and one horse.

With such fighting power, everyone on the left and right can see it clearly, and the closer they get, the more horrified they become.

The situation on the ground cannot be clearly seen on the city wall, but the flag in the sky can be seen.

General Di's flag was already huge, but at this moment, the wind was in the opposite direction of the flag falling, causing the flag to stay in mid-air for a long time, making it more clear to people.

If the general flag fell suddenly before and no one on the city really noticed it, this time there was so much foreshadowing and everyone’s attention was on the general flag. This time everyone finally saw its fall. Here's the reason - it was originally shot over by a crossbow arrow fired from an unknown location.

Toppling the flag is like pouring a basin of boiling water into a frozen river. Not to mention that there is no time to stir up any waves, and as soon as it is poured out, it is also turned into ice.

As a result, the morale of Di Jun's troops, which had just been aroused, died down a little. They were still struggling when they heard the roar gradually subsided, but another voice started again.

This time there is no Di language, only Jin language.

Di Bing couldn't understand the meaning, but it didn't prevent him from hearing that everyone in the voice was extremely emotional. He was working many times harder than before when he yelled "Beggar is dead" and other words.

At first, the sound only sounded in the distance behind Di Bing, and then became louder and louder. The sound was terrifying, attracting everyone inside and outside the city wall to look up.

Zhao Mingzhi stood on the top of the city, not even thinking about hiding.

She had no time to see where the crossbow arrows came from, and she couldn't even confirm whether the so-called "Begging Tart" was dead was true or false, because the direction of the sound was on the horizon in the distance, with a red sun jumping out of the ground. There were also several yellow flags leading the way, and there were soldiers holding torches and yellow fans behind to clear the way. Immediately, countless ceremonial guards followed, and out with the red sun were two rows of ten horses, pulling a huge cart. Chariot.

The chariot had a special shape. Although he couldn't see clearly, Zhao Mingzhi could know the detailed appearance with his eyes closed.

There are flat plates, yellow houses, curved tables, and supporting tables, as well as twenty-four silver dragon heads, red brocade banners, dragon and phoenix door curtains...

First people in the distance were shouting, and then people around them also shouted. Outside the city and inside the city, all Jin soldiers and people shouted "Long live", suppressed the corresponding voices, roared, and everyone worked hard.

——That was the imperial chariot of Emperor Zhao Hong of that day.