The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 300: The Raging River Buries the Dead Souls (Additional chapter for Alliance Leader Wang Nianjun)

Ye Yu, the danger is so high!

With Lengquan Pass as the entrance, the 50-li Fenshui Gorge has a harsh terrain, with peaks and valleys, and is so narrow that the locals claim that only mice and birds can pass through. Walking out of these 50 miles, you will reach Yindi Pass, one of the exits of Queshu Valley.

The peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are about to bloom, and the spring breeze in Shanxi is still sweeping the sand and rolling the stones. Looking down from a high place, the gray is endless, tigers are roaring and monkeys are crying, and the fortress stone village is looming, which is extremely bleak.

According to legend, when Zhaojun came here, she was so moved that she rubbed her bare hands against the huge rocks on the roadside. Her love for the city was so deep that it left marks on the rocks. The marks left by her hands on the rocks are still visible today. However, only a few people are interested in romantic stories about beautiful women. In the minds of many people, this place only has military significance.

Lengquan, Yindi and Fenshui are the three passes that cut through Queshu Valley and defend the main road to Beijing. With mountains and rivers inside and outside, magnificent passes and long roads, Hedong is worthy of the title.

Amidst the heavy rain and lightning, on the beacon tower on the mountain top where blood was gushing, the purple lightning made Wang Zimei's werewolf figure flicker.

A row of Jin army corpses were hanging upside down on the cliff, and a group of handsome and heroic officers stood on the beacon tower. Heavy rain was pouring down on them, and lightning seemed to explode right before their eyes.

Someone raised his voice: "Going deep into this dangerous place, if things go wrong, how can thousands of warriors turn back? Is Yindi Pass a conspiracy? I'm afraid the saint has been defeated and killed, and we died in vain. A bunch of traitors who are condemned by thousands of people are here to protect the destiny of the country. Oh, you, Prince Mei, have become a loyal minister! What kind of magic potion has the saint fed you? Are you a homosexual and fell in love with that domineering saint! In your heart, the court is more important than the military, you internal traitor!"

"Shut up!" Wang Zimei looked back at him, raindrops running down her face. "You are afraid of death and cherish your body, so just go back home and stay with your commander until you die! Don't bully the poor young, the poor middle-aged, or the poor old. When you die, you can still say that the dead are the greatest and bury them in peace. You can pass on the status of a government official to your sharp-nosed and monkey-faced son, and that's how your life and your family will be. When you dig up your grave a thousand years later, there will only be the tears of tomb robbers. If you like being a watchdog, don't go to Wei Bo! The arrow is on the string, what nonsense is this?"

"Wang Zimei! Don't rely on your family background—"

"I just want to bully people by taking advantage of my power. What do you think? If I hadn't considered you as an official, I would have killed you with one blow. Get out of here!"

"you!"

The generals burst into laughter.

"But the Jin army's troops from Fen, Liao, Qin, and Lu, as well as Li Cunhao, the commander of Xingming and Shihuiguan in the south, are already on their way to reinforce Hezhong and even counterattack Chang'an. If we stay in Queshu Valley for too long, we will be in danger of being destroyed. Why not take a detour to Jinzhou and join forces with Li Sizhou?"

"What counterattack? There is only one possibility for the Jin people to advance eastward. Something happened to Li Keyong. Otherwise, Li Keyong could have subdued the sage or was in a stalemate. Why would he need to call for help?"

"Maybe it's not to increase the troops to control it?"

"The Yan army is rampaging in the north of Dai, Jinyang is in a state of panic, and Li Keyong has the guts to fight a decisive battle in Guanzhong."

"I hope it's Li Keyong who's in trouble."

"That's it. I won't go any further. I won't go any further! We are not your capital for fame and fortune! You want to be the only loyal one, but you go to conquer Yindi Pass alone! You don't even know what a saint is, so what city are you conquering!"

"Zimei? Do you want to discuss this further?"

Wang Zimei wrapped herself in a cloak and just looked at the city wall in the rain. She had narrowly escaped death and was determined to succeed. She could have made it through smoothly before, but now that she had encountered a tough situation, she was indecisive.

Wang Zimei sighed slightly in her heart.

Suddenly he shouted, "We are all warriors, you can't hold back your anger. You guys are so stupid! You usually dress in fine clothes and ride horses, but you don't use your brains at this moment!"

"There has been no news from Zuo Fengyi so far, which means that at least the Saint and Li Keyong are safe. Now the entire northwest of Shanxi is in chaos, and Taiyuan is also undercurrent. As long as Jinzhou is taken and the Fenshui Road is cut off, Li Keyong will immediately understand that it is impossible to deal with the Saint in the sun and moon. He has already lost his wife and his troops after taking such an adventure. He still has to go back to protect his power and kill all the people. How can he afford to delay! And a decisive battle... The Saint is dead? If he died so easily, he would not be called the Saint Emperor Wukang, and he would not have survived in this chaotic world long ago! I was wrong!"

"We have come all the way here, and the Jin people have not sent troops to intercept us. This only proves that they have gathered their main forces in Daibei, Taiyuan, and Lanshi. We are safe in this area for the time being, so we just need to take the pass!"

"What Jin army brigade? What decisive battle reinforcements? Duan Yi is right. Only when Li Keyong is in trouble will Xing, Ming, Ze and Lu mobilize their troops. Once they leave, do you believe that Zhu Dalang and I will really flatten his damn Xingzhou?!"

"Hey, what are you all arguing about?" Several riders suddenly climbed up the mountain road. The first one was Xiao Gan. He was holding a piece of bread and admiring the magnificent mountains and rivers under the ravages of wind, rain, thunder and lightning. He cheered: "Great! Although Changshan is said to be fun, it is enough to destroy a country. I hope the young marshal and the soldiers can come out more often to see it!"

After that, he casually greeted, "We have investigated! We estimate that there are 2,000 defenders. There are traces of troops outside the pass, heading towards Jinzhou. We didn't see any traces of troops on the way here. I think these people are the defenders sent by the commander of Yindi Pass. Xiaoqiu was called by Li Keyong or something. Anyway, there are only about 2,000 people in the pass."

At the foot of the mountain, a large group of Zhao troops were intensively cutting down trees and building structures, setting up camp for the night.

"Also, we saw two thousand troops from Fenshui Pass coming to support Yindi Pass. It seems they know we are here. What should we do? Make up your mind quickly." Xiao Gan patted Wang Zimei on the shoulder: "What if you get sick and die if you are exposed to the rain? Since you are a loyal minister, you should take good care of yourself for the saint."

"Oh." Prince Mei shrugged nonchalantly: "What's that? I can still ride horses even if I don't eat for three days, not to mention a drizzle... The three passes of the Fen River are really good at repairing... But..."

He sneered dryly: "…………We have already passed Lengquan Pass, so what about Yindi Pass?"

Wang Zimei put on his helmet and waved his hand fiercely: "Divide the troops into two groups and break through the pass! Xiao Gan, you lead 5,000 men to camp inside the pass and contact Li Sizhou to send troops to support. I will lead the remaining 3,000 troops to take a shortcut and sneak through the pass overnight to suppress the reinforcements at Fenshui Pass!"

Xiao Gan raised his hand and called out, "Seconds and thirds, prepare for battle!"

The soldiers at the foot of the mountain responded with a cheer: "Go, go, go! Once we take down Yindi Pass, we will all be soldiers in the government and become major generals!"

******
"Break through the enemy lines, break through the enemy lines!" The Jin officer had disheveled hair and slapped the trembling soldiers in the face.

There was a loud bang, and the entire river seemed to be shaking.

In the billowing smoke and dust, thousands of men and horses flew high up at the same time, and then fell out like straw.

Cavalry battles have always been the bloodiest and most spectacular drama on the cold weapon stage. Infantry and cavalry battles are second only to each other. On the west bank of Pujin, tens of thousands of cavalrymen, under the order of Emperor Li, suicidally crashed into the Zhaoyi Army formation.

Deafening sounds covered the surroundings.

The knights of the royal army fell off their horses, yelling and screaming like dumplings. Almost all the knights in the vanguard fell off their horses. Most of them were crushed into a pile of bloody flesh without even a cry.

Hundreds of men and hundreds of horses were impaled in the air by countless spears, like criminals being put on display.

The cavalry led by Zhu Jin and others reached the highest speed and rested. However, the Zhaoyi army hastily engaged in battle after fighting with the enemy infantry for more than ten rounds. After the collision, the blood and flesh of the Wang army flew everywhere, and the Zhaoyi army also fell to the ground in large numbers and retreated.

After the chaos, a large number of follow-up troops and horses that had not been destroyed did not distinguish between friend and foe, and did not care about life or death. They stepped across the chaotic line between the two sides and rushed into the depths.

"Kill!" Large groups of infantrymen rushed forward, hacking and slashing indiscriminately.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The bowstrings sounded, light cavalry passed over both wings, and layers of arrows fell towards the Zhaoyi army!

The front was already a pile of corpses, and Gai Yu was just pinned there with the middle and rear troops, shouting like thunder but unable to move forward.

One day, one day, the other is flat.

The horn sounded, announcing the arrival of the second round of brutal charge.

The sage drove his horse to a mound on the left wing, and was about to stand by the river, watching Guo Meng and Liu Xianyuan's troops penetrate the flank of the Zhaoyi Army and crush the last will of the Jin Army to resist.

I won't compete with you in terms of fighting power or courage, I will only compete with you in terms of casualties. You only have over 10,000 soldiers capable of fighting, and we have already fought a fierce battle. Let's see how long you can hold out.

Only their black eyes were exposed in the rows of heavy armor, and they held their lances level, aiming at the half-rotten formation of the Zhaoyi Army!
On the central army line, the remaining thousands of cavalry turned back, took a break, and then scored twice, smashing into the defeated Zhaoyi army.

The horses galloped, knocking down bodies one after another. Swords and spears stabbed everywhere, and blood splashed on faces. The shouts shook the earth. The Zhaoyi army in the back fought hard, but they were no match for the comrades in front who turned around and fled, following the enemy to rush towards them.

The formation that had been so strict just now was now plowed into bloody paths.

"Miaoyan Jinghua Army, attack!" Xiao Xiu shouted loudly, holding his horse with one hand and extending his sword with the other, posing as a raptor attacking. Behind him, the shouts of the four thousand soldiers were as sharp as those of a gadfly.

The Miaoyan Army was an infantry organization, but they were from a military family, and almost all of them knew how to ride and shoot. They might not be good at using a horse lance, but they could wield a sword on horseback.

"Break into the enemy's formation, break into the enemy's formation!" They no longer had to maintain any formation. They just dispersed and rushed in with the large group of infantry following the gap created by Guo Meng and other troops.

The Jin people at Jiudu Bridge were also blown away.

The defeated army was confused about the battle situation. The officers were told that they would be given an hour to fight, but they had no idea whether Gai Yu could do it. When the infantry and cavalry came one after another, they were still afraid and panicked because they were unable to deal with it.

All I see are people of all kinds, and all kinds of voices ring through my ears.

The bows were as loud as thunder, and the attacking troops, regardless of whether they were infantry or cavalry, all drew their bows and shot with arrows.

There is a world of difference between a large army fighting a peasant army or a street fight.

Maybe it was just as bloody and cruel. But the organized and orderly army's charge into battle, the dazzling colorful armor, the neat splashing of blood and flesh, the harmonious rhythm of the men and horses, could deprive people of their rationality from the very beginning, no matter how indifferent they were to life and death.

At the Jiudu Bridge, everyone was screaming in surprise as they watched their own Zhaoyi soldiers being slaughtered to such an extent that their corpses piled up like a mountain.

Civilians, petty officials and the like ran away without knowing east or west. Some soldiers were still shouting and trying to resist at the bridge, but no one listened. Most of the soldiers also ran around in all directions.

The Jin army on the east bank jumped up and down, some turned around and ran, and some shouted loudly, asking their troops to retreat quickly.

"Quick! Stack firewood! Get ready to burn the bridge!" The civilians on the east bank sped up the speed of piling firewood on the floating bridge, smashed the kerosene cans on the floating bridge, and then waved to the west bank: "Come here, come here!"

"I can't go back to La! Then don't go back to La!" Fire burst out from a bridge at the head of Jiudu Bridge. With the sound of peeling, burnt and broken wooden boards kept falling. The boats that were connected together as piles lost connection and separated one by one, swimming eastward with the corpses.

"Yeah, please, let me go first!"

"No, I want to go too. Let's go together, together!"

A woman was told that her husband had been killed in the chaos, so she knelt in the crowd and cried out in pain: "My family is gone."

“Puff, puff, puff…” A volley of arrows flew over and directly took her and several soldiers around her away.

"I surrender, I surrender!" Many people rushed to the south side and knelt down along with the soldiers and civilians who had already knelt down.

More people rushed to grab the bridge head, pushing and slashing each other on the bridge.

Someone covered his broken arm and stared blankly at his comrade on the bed: "You hurt me! You hurt me! The gods and ghosts have eyes, and you will end up like me in the future..."

An old child was thrown off the bridge and floundered in the cold yellow soup.

Thousands of soldiers rushed into the crowd like evil spirits, hacking anyone they saw and driving them towards the river like sheep.

“Plop, plop…” The water splashed continuously, and people were pushed off the cliff, squeezed off the cliff, and chopped off the cliff.

The person who fell into the water swam towards the boat, but the people on the boat kicked him away.

"Save me, you can sleep however you want." A woman was twitching with cold, and she clung to the side of the boat with all her might, only to be stabbed in the face in response.

"I'm going to drag you into the water! I'm going to drag you into the water! Let's die together!" A soldier grabbed the arm of a soldier on the boat, crying and shouting.

"Swish, swish, swish!" Dozens of infantrymen knelt on one knee on a cliff, put down their swords, drew their bows and started shooting.

On the east bank, a large group of soldiers and civilians were watching, responding, and shouting on the bridge over the riverbank.

"We can't wait any longer! Burn the bridge!" A group of Shatuo officers stepped out from the crowd and gave stern orders.

Xiao Han's troops and Zhao Yi's army had already been defeated. The most urgent task was to burn the bridge and cut off the road to prevent the royal army from crossing the east and protect these people who had struggled out with great difficulty.

"General, wait a moment!"

“Burn, burn, burn!!!” On the other side of the bridge, a large group of Jin officers and soldiers shouted in unison.

It will be difficult to escape back to the east bank. Now we must ensure that the pontoon bridge is destroyed. We must not let the king’s army cross the river and be buried with it!
On the battle line, the Jiudu Bridge was littered with corpses, the scarlet Yellow River was filled with human heads, and they floated downstream in large numbers. Some pontoon bridges were also emitting black smoke, and the Jin army's last will to fight was lost.

It fell apart in the blink of an eye.

"Burn the bridge!" The Shatuo generals on the east bank knew that they were doomed, so they gritted their teeth and threw torches. The floating bridge and firewood were all covered with kerosene. Once the torches touched the bridge, the wind helped the fire, and smoke and fire blurred the view of both sides, and also separated the yin and yang.

At the Jiudu Bridge, the river was smeared with blood.

More defeated troops and evacuated people and animals were thrown into the Yellow River by the enemy, their own people or because they ran away due to confusion.

Only one or two out of ten people could take a boat or a bridge to the east bank. Most of them fell into the deep water. More Jin people who jumped into the river and those who fell into the water struggled to rise and fall in the water, took off their weapons, hugged the necks of their horses, and pulled the disintegrating pontoon boats, trying to swim to the sky. The army either stepped on the beach to kill, or sat on the cliffs, stood on the river, looked down from a high place, and looked straight at the back, almost like killing chicken sons. I don’t know how many Jin soldiers, men and women, spit blood in the water, leaving only clumps of black hair twisted into a piece.

The dark and red blood and the disordered mucus were torn into strands by the green and yellow water, and they just rippled in the waves.

Those who remained on the shore and did not escape were either hacked to pieces or fled to the south side where the surrendered people had already been crawling in groups and had been separated. The king's army did not give up, and captured soldiers from the surrendered people, dragged them out, pressed them on the beach, and beheaded them in groups. Some cavalrymen were so crazy with killing that they rushed into the crowd and continued to hack and kill the surrendered people who begged for mercy.

The confrontation lasted so long and there were so many battles that the seeds of hatred had already been planted in the hearts of most of the killers. Most of them had beaten the rebels who dared to sweep through the three prefectures and plunder the capital, leaving no one alive!

On the east bank of the Yellow River, large groups of Jin troops just looked at the purgatory slaughterhouse on the west bank with complicated eyes.

Even through the thick smoke, they could seem to see each other's laughter.

When crossing the river to Chang'an last year, no one in the Jin army probably thought that the final result would be like this.

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A fiery red military flag was burned down to only a small half, and the flagpole was tilted, standing alone under the warm winter sun.

Gai Yu had been wounded more than ten times.

His left arm was broken and hung beside his leg. His right leg had the sole chopped off, and blood was gushing from his bare ankle.

The black hair mixed with dense white hair just fluttered gently in the wind.

There was not a single soldier left among his companions.

Gai Yu leaned on the flagpole, holding the broken knife, and limped and staggered in the small space. Did the army withdraw? How many people withdrew? What was the situation of the battle? Was the king safe? There were a lot of questions that he couldn't figure out.

He had only one feeling in his heart - his life would end here.

In a daze, a group of figures walked up.

Gai Yu was caught in a dilemma and tried to resist, but was pierced by seven or eight iron spears and lifted into the air.

Gai Yu was sleepy and had blood coming out of his mouth.

The saint's wooden face slowly reflected into Gai Yu's pupils.

The saint raised his lance and pushed aside his messy hair, revealing his appearance: "Are you Gai Yu, one of the planners of the rebellion that killed Duan?"

“Hehe…” Gai Yu lowered his head and spit out blood, unable to speak.

"Use the warhorse to trample him to death." The sage turned his horse and added, "Tread him into powder. This is how I comfort the minister of the previous dynasty, Duan Wenchu, who was reduced to pieces, and to warn the wolves in all directions. I think it is in accordance with the relationship between the monarch and his subjects, and in accordance with the way of the Spring and Autumn Annals."

"Here!" The soldiers put Gai Yu down and shook it on the ground.

Dozens of cavalrymen trampled back and forth, flesh and blood spurted out violently, and after dozens of rounds, the limbs were finally trampled to pieces, leaving only red slime flush with the ground, naturally merging with it.

The saint picked up the head and threw it away: "Keep it safe. When we return, give it to Duan Wenchu's descendants."

Duan Wenchu was in Datong Army, and his son Jingrong was in Taiyuan Shaoyin. When his father was tortured and killed, he vomited blood and died. His wife Han secretly went to Yunzhou to pick up a few pieces of Duan Wenchu's remains, and brought the bodies of father and son back to Xiliuyuan, Chang'an to handle the funeral and raise the orphans. According to the court's visit, Han is still alive, and the three children have all started families.

Repaying evil with kindness? Not happening. After entering Taiyuan Prefecture, we have to exterminate Gai Yu's clan. There is no need to even pretend to be nice to these high-ranking officials. Just retaliate and scare the chickens and monkeys. Am I still afraid of you? This is the kind of people I want to kill. If I am not tough on Gai Yu, the ministers may really think that my backers are unreliable.

But for some reason, a tall girl in purple veil suddenly appeared in his mind. Her passionate and beautiful appearance, her concentration when drawing the bow, and her direct "Come on" when consummating the marriage. "You go to see him with the salary of a monarch, just like you would treat your father." Every scene is still fresh in his memory.

But, I’m afraid it will be difficult to see you again after this, right?
The scene in front of him was hazy, vaguely resembling the love scene in the Changsheng Palace. In the hibiscus tent, a naked woman with a face full of attachment was lying in his arms: "If that day comes, please spare his life and let my family and several Baike uncles and elders go."

The picture was shattered, and when I came back to my senses, there was only a deserted battlefield.

The saint lowered his head dejectedly, and after a long while, he sneered in a low voice: "Let me off the hook? I will destroy your family from now on!"

Xiao Xiu looked at the saint who was talking strangely to himself and waved his hand: "My good saint, what happened?"

The sage seemed not to hear and continued forward hesitantly.

The crown road he chose was destined to lead to loneliness.

But in order to help more people not feel lonely, he continued to move forward without hesitation.

Even if one day, your wife is evil, your children hate you, and your relatives despise you, and you die alone in the deep palace looking at the phoenix tree!

Shrugging his shoulders and stretching his body, the saint raised his hand and shouted, "When we return to Chang'an, we will ask the court to build a shrine for all the ministers who died since Zhonghe, and place it on the south side of the imperial city. Let them and the spirits of the soldiers watch us conquer the world! Let's go and kill the eunuchs!"

"Yes!" Xiao Xiu accepted the order with his hands folded, rode out on his horse, and went to coordinate the matters.

The saint didn't care and rode his horse towards the Kaiyuan Tieniu Bridge.

Behind him, a large group of generals, ministers, and soldiers followed closely, keeping a distance of ten steps behind him, watching the back of the man walking to the bridgehead.

All sounds are silent.

The saint stood on the bridge, quietly looking at Zhongtiao Mountain and the blood-red Yellow River that has flowed throughout the ages.

I once had a moral. The elderly should not be betrayed on the road, the weak should not be bullied, and women should not be sold or robbed. Every household, from all walks of life, should have a good ending. I want to conquer the four corners of the world, in order to achieve world peace, which is right...

Suddenly, the nose felt hot and drops of bright red blood dripped down.

Cat urine also flowed out of his eye sockets.

Seven years have passed. Is this heart still bright? Has this person become justified in his assimilation?

Seven years had passed, and the army had become stronger and stronger, and the number of wives and concubines was large, but the people were getting worse and worse. In Fengxiang, the families of officials were starving to death or freezing to death.

Seven years, seven years of frost, swordplay, and swordplay. Danfeng Gate, Mibei Ze, Tongzhou, Shouyang Mountain, Jincheng, Wuguan, Junzhou, Jincheng, Hengshui, Luoyang, Wuding River... Concubine Shu, Li Maozhen, Ximen Chongsui, Du Rangneng, Zhao Ruxin, Yang Fugong, Feng Xingxi, Zhu Wen, Wang Yanzhang, Cao Zhe, Wang Congxun, Zhao Fu, Cui Anqian, Yang Kezheng, Zhang Cunjing, Yuwen Rou, Gadbei, Cheng Li, Zhang Hui, Li Hongdao... and Meng Cairen and even Meiyuan Li Fu Bao, at this moment, all come to mind.

Emperor Li muttered to himself, choking a little: "……………I made it…I really made it…I didn't expect it to be so difficult…In a few days I will be thirty years old…"

The turbulent Battle of Sekigahara, which lasted for more than half a year, finally came to an end when the inner circle was taken out.

Among the pile of captives, there were many people wearing civilian clothes, and some were even dressed as eunuchs, but with mud on their faces. They were identified and brought in together with the eunuchs captured earlier. There were a total of three thousand of them.

Li Keyong slaughtered them yesterday, but due to the urgency of the offensive, he only killed some of them hastily.

Luo Quanguan and Liu Quanzhen, who had the highest status, were kneeling by the river with bruised faces and noses.

Below the cliff is the surging Yellow River.

The two men were at a loss and kept shouting that they were innocent.

Wang Yanneng and others looked around, tears streaming down their cheeks: "Everyone? Everyone?! We, the servants, can take them back to raise horses and sweep the ground. Don't dare to object anymore! Wuuuuuu..."

There was a lot of howling and crying, but Xiao Xiu did not give them a chance to say anything and ordered them to have their hearts dug out and beheaded immediately.

"Do it!" Xiao Xiu took off his mask and waved his hand fiercely: "Use the blood of Nei Shu to sacrifice to the prosperity of the Holy Tang Dynasty!"

He has an extremely handsome and feminine appearance, and was afraid of being laughed at as a woman or a soft persimmon when he went into battle, so he had the habit of wearing a mask.

"Saint, saint!" Tears of regret flowed down their cheeks, but no matter how they begged, the warriors remained indifferent. They pinned them to the ground like dead dogs and cut open their chests.

“It hurts so much…” Luo Quanguan vomited blood from his mouth, screamed loudly, and his chest was steaming.

Liu Quanzhen was so frightened that he pissed and shit all over his body. He was very skilled in this kind of cruelty, but the most terrifying thing was that it happened to him.

Liu Quanzhen made up his mind and cursed at Emperor Li on the bridge: "Li Ye, you little bastard, it's useless for you to be proud now. If the imperial society does not collapse, my generation will continue to revive from the ashes, generation after generation! When that time comes, it will be the death of your descendants, and we will see how your disciples will bring down the damn Holy Tang! Your entire family will be killed, and your graves will be dug up and opened. We are waiting for you underground! Even if you turn into a fierce ghost, you will wander around in the palace and scare your wives and concubines to death, hahahaha..."

"Puff!" A knife pierced through the heart and the cursing stopped abruptly.

"Saint, what should we do with the corpses?" Xiao Xiu asked.

"The limbs were thrown into the river to feed the fish. The internal organs were taken back to feed the tigers. The head was also taken back and burned and piled on the wall of the Ministry of Internal Affairs." The sage was not interested and felt a little sad: "The dynasties have raised dogs for thousands of years, but my Li family has not educated them well. As we raised them, they were torn to pieces by vicious dogs. The lessons of these beasts are enough to warn future generations against eunuchs interfering in politics forever."

For the emperor, dealing with ministers is the most basic job. If all wills have to be implemented by making extensive use of eunuchs, it would be decent to be this incompetent.

Don't mention this group or that group.

It is naturally difficult for ministers to form a group, which is determined by their respective positions, ideologies, political groups, values, etc.

The so-called clean eunuchs.

In this kind of struggle, it is always the positive scholars who charge forward and are then killed in various ways. The emperor fears this kind of scholars, as do the eunuchs, powerful officials, imperial concubines, the vast majority of illegal and powerful landlords, and bureaucrats. I have only heard that when a minister is sent to a certain place, the bad guys resign and run away, but I have never heard that when the eunuchs inspect a certain place, the bad guys run away.

What would happen if the emperor, with the idea that if you deal with the eunuchs you are dealing with me, you kill these seemingly heretical elements of the imperial power?
The bureaucrats who are eager to get promoted will open champagne. Without these people, the swindlers will gather in droves in the court. The traitors will become more presumptuous, and the ambitious will lose hope and just muddle through.

In short, competing with ministers is the norm for imperial power and is also the minimum quality of an emperor.

Throughout history, wise and powerful rulers rarely allowed eunuchs to participate in politics.

They have not received any special education, their personalities are generally twisted and abnormal, their horizons are narrow, their thinking is childish, and they are good at licking their masters. How can they be used to govern the country? Secondly, for this kind of emperor, controlling the court is like playing, and there is no need.

Unfortunately, emperors who possess the basic qualities of an emperor are always a minority, and gluttons are the majority.

Today I make a request: "Your Majesty, please think about it again." Tomorrow I make a request: "We object! We second the motion!" He wants money and enjoyment but his mouth is covered. He doesn't know how to judge people. When he wants to get something done, he finds a minister who is a waste. He finds a minister who is a waste.

How can we do without eunuchs?

The sage believed that his descendants would restart the system. All he could do was to eradicate the remaining poison within, establish and improve the system to prevent it, and firmly control the people in power.

But there’s no need to get distracted right now.

Li Keyong's life or death is unknown and his whereabouts are unknown.

The next step is to stir up the situation in the east, shrink the sphere of influence of the Jin people to Beijing and the areas to the north, and make the nine states of Fen, Qin, Yi, Ze, Lu, Xing, Ming, Ci, and Shi lose control.

At this time, they should have received urgent reports of the defeat of Zuo Fengyi—50,000 soldiers were killed, wounded, surrendered, and captured, and almost the entire army was annihilated. The four cavalry and infantry armies of Tielin Army, Congmazhi Army, Houyuan Army, and Baowei Army were defeated. Zhou Dewei, Gai Yu, Li Si'en, and He Huihu, a large group of middle and high-level officials, were killed.

For Hedong, this was certainly not a devastating loss. Liang, Jin, Zhao, Wei, and Yan all had the capital to lose tens of thousands of people in one battle. But it was also a serious injury to the bones and the vitality. Apart from other things, the turmoil of people's hearts and authority was inevitable, and the ambitious people would rise.

At this moment, the Jin people were probably trying to support Li Keyong. But the battle had just ended yesterday, so it would take some time for them to hear the news, organize their troops, and rush to their destination.

And I am much closer to Li Keyong.

What matters is how many Jin troops will arrive in a short period of time and how the outcome of a new battle will be determined.

In this battle, we suffered a lot of losses.

The military strength of the imperial court was no different from that of the big vassal states, and was even weaker than Zhu Dalang and Li Keyong. The branches were strong, but the trunk was average. If the attack was unfavorable, or even lost, the cost would be too high to bear. Even if the normal prediction was made, it would be difficult to bear if the casualties were heavy even if the victory was made.

I will gather all the ministers to discuss this matter in the evening.

Take a rest for two days. The saint wiped the blood from his nose, from top to bottom, and he really couldn't hold it anymore.

Just as he was about to mount his horse, the smoke and dust at the intersection suddenly flashed, and he saw a horseman rushing out. The figure on the horse was light and tall, with graceful curves, wrapped in a red cape and cloak.

Even from such a distance, the saint seemed to see those charming eyes.

Nangong!

The little beaker also found him immediately, opened his red lips, waved and cheered: "Saint!"

My eyes are already filled with tears.

Behind Nangong was the leisurely Nangong Daoyuan and his group of more than 200 riders.

Some families still lived in the Changpingyuan camp. Before going to war, the sage appointed Nangong Daoyuan to assist the Weiwei in guarding the imperial court. This little beaker seemed to be unable to hold back after receiving the victory report.

When they were close, Nangong jumped off the horse before the horse had even stopped, and leaped onto the saint, hugging his neck and whimpering and laughing, unable to shake him off: "Nangong, please don't be like this, okay? I've told you so many times, don't act like a spoiled child in front of others."

"I want it!" Nangong pressed tightly against his neck with his hands around it.

In this posture, the saint had to hold up her big butt with both palms, one petal of the peach in each hand.

Nangong Daoyuan and his entourage slowly approached and dismounted a few dozen steps away. Every soldier just silently saluted the saint and the soldiers around him with their eyes.

“The Saint is so awesome!” Nangong laughed as he hid in his arms. “You don’t know how shocked we are! So many Jin troops and such a large camp were captured! Even their King Li became a donkey cart god of war and fled in the night! We were scared to death! We were afraid that you couldn’t win and were ready to run away at any time... But suddenly, outside, there was a noise from Sai Taizong... saying that you defeated Li Keyong. We hugged each other and jumped up and down. We tossed and turned all night, chatted in the room, and went to bed in the early morning. Who knew that when I woke up, I heard that you had defeated the defeated army in Puzhou! I fainted directly...”

Nangong was full of energy, already gesticulating with her hands and feet. It seemed that this was not enough to describe their emotions, not enough to vent their excitement! Her face was also red, thinking of her husband's majesty in sweeping away the powerful enemy, she felt that a burst of water vapor could turn into a climax eruption.

"How great is Li Wudi. How majestic is Li Shengsheng!" Nangong hugged the saint's head and kissed him, licking his face and mouth until his saliva was all over his face: "I only regret that I am not a man, and I can't drive the killing around, I hate it so much!"

"Madam Weiguo..." Looking at this sister, Nangong Daoyuan held his forehead and sighed, feeling deeply that his family was unfortunate: "Please pay attention to the impact."

"Stop talking so much! Go teach your own woman a lesson!"

"If you are a man, I'm afraid you are a sycophant." The woman's heartfelt admiration felt good. The saint hugged the small beaker hanging on his body and asked, "Where are the concubines?"

"Yes, yes. She wanted to come, but she's not good at riding, so I didn't let her come. A Zhao, A Fu and the others were also very happy and wanted to come, but it's troublesome for them to come, so I'm just preparing dinner." Nangong held the saint's face and smiled: "Let's go home!"

Suddenly, her face darkened again: "Zhang Zei is not allowed to eat at the table! You are not allowed to bring her, she is not worthy. I feel sick just looking at her, and I want to vomit when I think of her and I are from the same family! Zhang Yueyi and Shi Yuan are allowed."

It's hard to tell whether the saint's expression is crying or laughing.

They also said that the Queen would be made the Lady of Yan State and be given the title of Zhaorong. Now that's great.

The saint sighed.

He climbed onto the horse's back, pulled Nangong in front of him and sat him down, then waved and said, "Seconds, call it a day!"

The soldiers and civilians who were cleaning the battlefield were silent for a moment, then cheered: "Revolutionary Army, Revolutionary Army!"

(End of this chapter)