The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 230: Long Spear Guarding the Tang Dynasty Soul (I)

Although Zhu Youyu repeatedly requested surrender, he still occupied Henan. On the third day of August in the second year of Qianning, the Jingnan army marched to Luoyang. The sage himself led the guards, the Chinese and foreign troops, the Yan army, the four envoys, the justice officer, the guards in front of the tent, the protectors of the sage, and the long live troops to camp south of Hengshui.

Xiao Xiu, the general of Chengde, led 10,000 Zhao troops to station at the foot of Mengjin in Mangshan.

The envoy Wu Yiji led 15,000 Wei troops across the river from Wencheng and attacked Gongyi.

Mengmengzi led the army to fight against the enemy and stationed at the Prince Pond in Chenggao.

The Yiwu army stationed at Futu Temple.

Kui commander Li Sizhou stationed at Longmen Grottoes.

Qin Yanhui led 8,000 Changlin troops to station at Foguang Temple.

Tuoba Yichang and Yelichan led 10,000 soldiers from Xinqin County to Shiling.

Yang Shouliang led 30,000 Han troops to Dayuebi.

Zhao Kuangning led 40,000 soldiers from Jingzhou and several thousand Cai troops from Xiangyang to attack Jinyong City.

Chen Kang, the general of Hezhong Yamen and the brother of Concubine Chen, led 5,000 men to station at Sandaoling.

The king's army gathered in four places, from the west of the capital to the east of the capital, and from the south of the capital to the north of the capital. The rebels retreated to the vast area north of the Luo River, including Jia, Ziwei, Shangyang, Tianjin Bridge, Dongque of Luocheng, Mangshan, and Yanshi. The scholars and civilians all went into the mountains, and farming was abandoned. The area within a hundred miles was actually a den of ghosts.

On the sixth day of August, Gao Xin, the commander of the cavalry and infantry divisions of Henghai, led 2,000 soldiers from Cangzhou to the imperial court via Wei Bo.

The situation is similar to that of Tao Chaoyi and Chao.

The difference is that the first two were a feast for the ambitious, and the central government was almost completely dependent on the local governments. Especially during the chaos, the whole process was calculated by the big and small military leaders. As soon as the people arrived and the battle had not yet started, the officials, territories, and wealth were "generously" given away.

But this time, if there really are ghosts and gods, my brother, Zheng Ting, Sun Kui, Meng Changtu and others can rest in peace. The little bit of remnant of Zhaozong in his mind seemed to disappear, leaving a relieved whisper in his ear: Say, you will protect everything of Shengtang...

I will protect everything in Shengtang!
The annoying rain and the most humid summer heat have passed, and under the clear sky, the horses are trampling dust. The afternoon sun is pouring on the grass and the river, the green shade is shining, and the water is sparkling. It's a good day for killing!

"Da Da Da..." The saint placed his hands on the horse's back, crouched low on his mount, and flew along the river like an arrow shot from a bow. Behind him, thousands of armored soldiers followed closely.

On the night of the time travel, when he put down the book, he felt that God was watching him through the French window.

Now, the vast clouds and the abyss seemed to be staring at him again.

After defeating Zhu Wen, the situation of separatist regimes, frequent riots by military officers, weak grassroots governance, chaotic official positions and how to reform the system, decadent ideology and culture, numerous internal factions, the training and selection of successors, personal health, the strengths and lessons of the Song, Ming and Qing dynasties, the transition from extreme good to extreme evil and from extreme evil to extreme good, feudalism and centralization, the polarization of the rich and the poor, land, and the laws of dynasties...

All kinds of questions were tormenting him.

In his deep and determined pupils, there is an ambition to crush the storm and yellow sand.

Give me another thirty years.

One day, all the mantis arms will be like Zhu Wen, who will become nothingness after being rampant, and lie quietly at our feet from then on.

And the world I want will surely come into being.

Snap! The saint grabbed the reins, sat up straight, and faced the dazzling sunlight and the whistling wind. He felt that his steps were difficult, but he was full of confidence and energy.

"Saint, we've reached the floating bridge!" Suddenly, a soldier shouted breathlessly from behind: "Bridge, bridge!"

The saint was startled and pulled the rope violently. The beast ran wildly, barking and jumping violently on the spot for several times before it stopped angrily. When the saint came back with the horse bridle, the soldiers had already dismounted and were collecting their equipment.

The key to leading troops is military force. If there is no military force, then show courage, wisdom, and professional military ability to face death. No woman would look down on a timid coward, a normal man would not make friends with a cowardly fool, and no warrior would listen to such a person's orders and go to the end for such a person.

The way to lead troops is to do it yourself. Try to let your subordinates feel your presence, feel your kindness and power, and know that you are paying attention to them and commanding them at any time. In short, try to appear in the sight and life of the soldiers as much as possible.

The saint has been doing this for a long time. From receiving pig-stabbing instruction in the novice village, to rolling around in mud and grass with the big-headed soldiers. From being able to read military books, geography, and enemy information at will, to being skilled in deploying troops, to scolding this military leader on the march, praising that killer, and then appearing on the front line to dispatch troops and scout the situation.

Tired?tired.

Can you handle it? Not bad, it's worth it.

Will the Chinese and foreign troops make a fuss now? Yes, but at least they dare not bare their teeth at him.

Will they rebel? Yes, but not against a saint.

Are there Guo Wei and Zhao Kuangyin among the generals? Most likely. Do they dare to cultivate their own factions, win people's hearts, and try to wear the yellow robe? Yes, but as long as his power is not lost and he is not dead, he can only hide his dirty deeds and behave himself.

What the saint has to do today is the same thing: to conduct reconnaissance on the other side of Hengshui.

The scorching sun turned his face bronze, and sweat dripped from his temples, cheeks, and chin, but his back was straighter than that of most knights.

"Put on armor!" The saint took off his headband, wrung out the sweat, and put it on again. He waved his hand and shouted, then took off the sheepskin bag next to the horse's belly.

"I'll do it!" A ruffian came up and helped him put on his armor piece by piece, carefully fastening the buckles of various joints. The other soldiers looked at the emperor and urged each other to speed up.

After running for a while in his fantasy, the saint felt his chest throbbing wildly. He panted for a long time before his breathing stabilized. He glanced at the knights walking around him, feeding horses, drinking water, and eating dry food, and said, "Follow closely! I heard that Xiao Zhuer is good at fighting and sets up camp well. Check for him to see if he is good or not!"

Everyone stood up and just nodded and smiled towards the saint. The foreign soldiers who could not speak Chinese patted their chests and pinched their noses to show that they were not in vain.

As the soldiers gradually mounted their horses, the saint stopped being so kind, and when everyone was ready, he had a stern face. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall, wearing fish-scale armor, a neck helmet, and holding a horse spear. At this time, he stood there with a dark face, staring at everyone, and it actually felt a bit like "there is a face in the back window of the classroom". The soldiers quickly reminded each other to shut up.

The saint then reached out and walked towards his mount. In a few quick steps, he grabbed the saddle with one hand and stepped on the stirrup with one foot. Before most people could see clearly, he made a beautiful flying turn and sat on the back. He picked up the lance stuck in the mud, his eyes were already murderous: "Cross the bridge!"

The soldiers followed in silence, just making a clattering sound.

The light cavalry led the way, rushed into the shallows, and waded across the river. After reaching the other side, they dispersed and wandered far and near. The other 4,000 cavalrymen walked onto the pontoon bridges in batches and in an orderly manner like a torrent.

Luoyang is a basin. To the west is Xiao, to the north is Mang, to the east is Song, and to the south are Xiong'er and Jiugao. The Yi, Luo, Chan, Jian, Heng rivers and hills of various sizes appear in between. In addition, there are several tributaries, pools, and streams. Hengshui is one of them. Its basin is a vast plain that is high in the west and low in the east, and is connected to Mangshan in the west. If you deploy your defense here, you will not be surrounded and there will be no shortage of water sources. With mountains and hills behind you, you can weaken the enemy's cavalry advantage. Even if you are defeated, it will be convenient to escape. Zhu Youyu arranged his main force in this area to confront Wang's army across the water.

Of course, this does not mean that there are no Tang troops on the other side. Wu Xiong, Cui Jiahu, Lun Hongyi, Zhang Fan, Hu Suoyue and others have led their infantry and cavalry to cross the river from the core area of the confrontation and set up camp upstream and downstream at a certain distance from the rebels. Xiao Xiu and Chen Kang's troops are also upstream.

Otherwise, Li would not have been so arrogant as to cross the river himself. Risks must be taken, but that does not mean you can play with fire.

After crossing the river, the saint entered a dilapidated grove that had been chopped down to only bamboos and maids.

Then he wrote down that the rebels were cutting wood here and taking control of the forest. If they crossed the river for a decisive battle, they should be aware that Zhu Youyu was hiding a special force here. Then, he knelt on one knee, squatted in the bushes, squinted his slightly shortsighted eyes, and looked into the distance silently with the officers.

As far as the eye can see is a plain covered with green grass and wild flowers. There are paths and paths in between, and the wheat fields are messy, obviously trampled by people and horses. Occasionally, there are a few old willow trees, cypress trees, and rotten graves standing out.

The outline of the village can still be seen, but there is no smoke from cooking, no sound of chickens or dogs. There are a few huts with scattered warriors, and a few Bian soldiers are sitting on a haystack, playing with a mother and daughter until they cry. They stripped them naked, beat them with a scabbard, kicked them, slapped them, and forced them to eat something foreign with a smile. The saint watched steadily. People will become numb after seeing too much fighting, and he is the same.

All I can say is that the Bian Army does not disturb the people.

In later generations, they massacred cities in Bochang, Shandong, and Zhouzhi, Guanzhong, and the scenes were ten times more cruel than this.

The An Lushan rebels performed better in Hebei - "Whenever they captured a city, they used the strong men as burdens, and killed the rest as a joke." They just held a 100-man beheading competition and trained the new recruits with bayonets, but did not massacre the city. If it wasn't so bad, how could the Li Tang who "burned and plundered Henan for three months" survive? One uses you to practice bayonets, and the other just robs, who do you choose?

Fortunately, the feudal lords and Zhu Wen were bad enough, otherwise the saint would not be in this situation today.

Soon, the mother and daughter's wailing and begging for mercy came to an abrupt end, and the shabby hut was burned down.

The existence of the time travelers could not change their fate.

After a while, a faint noisy conversation came from the distance, but it was not clear. Then, a dense crowd of people came out of the jungle behind the hut, shouting and scolding, giving orders, and the sound of horses neighing and hooves stamping. The saint leaned over and listened, and heard someone shouting, "Muffle your mouth!"

"What's crossing the river?"

"suitable……"

"coming!"

"What part!"

"steal……"

I don't know what you are talking about.

What mission was this? But why did those rascals have time to play games?

I wonder if the area behind the woods is one of the rebel camps.

But it can be seen that the rebels are quite chaotic and undisciplined. I am here, but I didn't notice anything. It feels like the Battle of Qingkou. Wu Jun climbed over the wall and sneaked into the village, only to find that someone was attacking...

The saint stood up and loosened the horse's mouth. The horse, annoyed by the blockage, immediately neighed, and a vigilant voice rang out in the distance: "Who is it?"

"Let's go." The saint jumped on his horse.

After saying this, he turned his horse left and continued to explore upstream. The soldiers followed him, startling countless birds. Someone even shouted, "Left Flag, follow me!"

rumbling...

Hundreds of cavalrymen rushed out in total, approached the enemy, shot arrows, shouted threats, and made gestures to charge.

The other side was in an uproar, with sounds of surprise, cursing, panic, and roaring coming one after another.

"The Tartars are coming!"

"Sure enough, it's in that grove!"

"Run! Back to camp!"

"It's over, it's over..."

By the time they had run, died, and calmed down, thousands of riders had already gone far away, leaving behind only the smoke and dust that gradually dissipated along the way and their backs that turned into small black dots.

"Send the message and stop them in front!"

The saint had run to the vicinity of a solitary village.

They were still hundreds of steps away when the shouts from the village came one after another, and then a chaotic shouting broke out. The Bian army, who were gambling, sleeping, eating, and walking, all started to move. Axes, long spears, swords and knives were taken away in a dense crowd. The infantry were busy putting on their armor, and the archers shook their heads to ask about the enemy's situation while stringing their bows.

Outside, the guards on the sentry tower just pointed at the field and shouted excitedly: "Here they come! Here they come! So many! So many!" Some people have already drawn their bows, ready to fire back once they are within range. Some are lighting signal smoke. In front of the village gate, a group of Bian soldiers who returned from cutting firewood threw away their belongings and rushed into the village gate in a mess. The gatekeepers pulled the barricades and piled up sandbags while urging and scolding, to prevent the enemy from charging into the village gate...

The Bian army was already fed up. At night, the royal army often crossed the river and harassed their camp near the river, and even flew over the wall to shoot rockets, howl, and beat drums and gongs, making it difficult for them to sleep.

Now in broad daylight!

rumbling...

The thunderous sound of hooves approached rapidly. In just a moment, hundreds of cavalrymen rushed into the range, hurled a rain of arrows at the wall and sentry tower, and then turned their horses and fled.

Then another team came on.

"Come down!" a knight shouted.

Loosen the rope, draw the bow, clamp the horse, pull out the arrow, tilt the head, string the bow, draw the bow, squint the eyes, all in one go! Then a scream was heard: "Ah!" A Bian thief fell out from the wall of the village, dancing with joy!
"Brilliant shot! Brilliant shot!! Brilliant shot!" The whole army cheered excitedly.

After three rounds, thousands of riders reined in their horses at a safe distance, stopped their horses, and surrounded a silver-armored general wearing a bright red windbreaker, pointing at the village wantonly: "A bunch of losers!"

"Fuck your mother!" The Bian army just shouted back, but they were unwilling or afraid to fight. The new recruits who had just joined the camp were pale and sat on the wall, their heads resting on the wooden boards, their limbs stiff, their hands and claws shaking, as if they had epilepsy.

"Is that Emperor Li?" Some people gasped.

"You bastard, it's Emperor Li himself! I saw him in Tongguan, it was really him."

"Can I take a look?"

The Bian general guarding the village also saw it, but there was nothing he could do.

The birdman was very cautious and did not move forward, just to inspire his own morale and undermine theirs. Or, in other words, he just wanted to show off, to build his image and enhance his prestige. When you leave the camp and line up, intending to fight him, he will probably have gone far away.

Now it seems that he succeeded.

The saint stared at the village.

The two sides deployed hundreds of thousands of troops, confronting each other in various places in Henan Prefecture. But as long as they broke through this line of defense, Luoyang would be in their hands... In just these two days, they could have a decisive battle.

Go kill, go rob, go make the Bian dogs tremble. Let Bian, Song, Chen, Ying, Bo, Xu, Hua, Cai... make the whole Central Plains understand that the king who dominated the old world, the emperor of the world, is back... The Bian dogs' guts will be gouged out bloodily. The world that the Bian dogs are familiar with will also collapse, and no one can save it!

　I was sick, with a severe headache and dizziness, feeling weak all over, and feeling sleepy. I was not feeling well.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)