Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

In just a few months, the Murong family first swept across more than ten states in the south of the Yangtze River and the southeast with the force of a thunderstorm.

Then, in a very short time, their old nest was breached and they retreated to Zhenjiang.

Soon, the imperial army, Fang La's army, and the eastern army led by Zhao Shirong gathered outside Zhenjiang City.

In a military camp that stretches for dozens of miles.

An extremely magnificent camp was spread out, covering an area of ​​one hundred feet in radius.

At this time in the general's tent, Tong Guan represented the imperial army and sat at the head.

On its left was the Eastern Army led by Zhao Shirong and Xin Qiji, which consisted of many experts.

On his right were the brother and sister Fang La and Fang Baihua, who were accompanied by the Eight Heavenly Kings, glaring at Yang Zhao.

In addition, on your side, there are Zhuge Zhengwo, Wuqing, Zhu Xiawu and others who occupy a small area on their own. They represent the emperor's spies and do not participate in the war.

"Everyone, Yan is a traitor and has brought chaos to the south. Now he has been besieged in Zhenjiang City. We should work together..."

"Master Tong, let's not talk about Yan Ni. I want to ask why Master Tong's 200,000 troops from the southeast entered Yanziwu, which is the core of the fiefdom I chose. Are you bullying a woman like me?"

"Haha, Your Highness, I am also acting under orders. The emperor's imperial edict orders my army to suppress the Yan rebels' lair and prevent them from making a comeback. Your Highness, please forgive me."

"Hmph, don't use any imperial edict to pressure me. When the war is over, I will go to Bianjing and report you..."

The siege plan has not yet begun.

The two giants, Zhao Shirong and Tong Guan, had a quarrel in the general's tent.

However, Tong Guan had the imperial edict in his hand, and Zhao Shirong was helpless and at a disadvantage, so he had to give up Yanziwu.

A wave of waves has risen again.

Zhao Shirong's fire was just about to be turned off.

Then, Fang La said in a deep voice: "Master Tong, I have obeyed the imperial edict and led people to pacify the southeast. But I want to ask, what about the things that the imperial court promised?"

Fang La's words were not as sharp as Zhao Shirong's, but they also had implicit meanings.

The court agreed to demand Zhu Zhen’s head.

Tong Guan had a headache and said, "Don't worry, General Fang. We need to think about this matter carefully..."

Fang La glared at him and said angrily, "Master Tong, the court will not go back on its word, will it? Or are you, Master Tong, bullying me because I am not good enough?"

Tong Guan's forehead was sweating. He said, "General Fang, please don't be upset. This is definitely not my fault. Zhu Zhen is treacherous. After learning about the changes in the court, he gathered the thieves in the Twelve Linked Docks of the Yangtze River and joined forces with the traitor Murong."

"I promise that once Zhenjiang is captured, the thief Zhu Zhen will be handed over to General Fang for punishment. How do you think?"

Fang La drank a bowl of wine and said, "That would be the best."

Fang La just stopped talking when Fang Baihua started to make a scene again: "Brother, you promised me that you would kill that bastard Yang Zhao..."

"Humph!"

Qiao Feng slammed the table and said, "Who dares to touch my Yang brothers? Come and give it a try."

Fang Baihua drew his sword, looking like he was ready to fight to the death.

For a moment, the whole commander's tent was in chaos.

Chapter 111 Murong Longcheng: Let’s discuss how to escape

In the huge and luxurious camp, the three parties under the name of the imperial court joined together, but there were many contradictions.

Zhao Shirong and Tong Guan were at odds with each other and both wanted to fight for the land of Yanziwu.

Tong Guan and Fang La did not get along well. The two sides had been chasing each other in the southeast and had a lot of grievances.

Fang Baihua and Yang Zhao don't get along, and they're always ready to draw their swords and fight to the death.

The three parties were full of conflicts and were in a mess.

On the contrary, Zhuge Zhengwo and others who were sitting on one side of the tent looked at the situation in the tent without changing their expressions, and even nodded secretly in their hearts.

"Master Zhuge's brilliant plan is indeed extraordinary. With the three parties contained, the imperial court will have no worries in the south."

"Your Highness, thank you for your praise. I am just taking advantage of the situation."

"Haha, Lord Zhuge, why should you be so modest? As long as we conquer Zhenjiang, wipe out the Yan bandits, and pacify the south, I will discuss this with my father after returning to the court and reward everyone in the Divine Marquis' Mansion."

"Then, I would like to thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Of course, of course, let's get closer in the future..."

As the emperor, Zhao Ji was actually very concerned about the situation in the south. Not only did he send Zhuge Zhengwo to help, he also asked Crown Prince Zhao Kai to hide his tracks and secretly observe the situation in the south.

There was a farce in the general's tent and everyone left in unhappiness.

Of course, this was only on the surface, done for the court officials like Tong Guan and Zhuge Zhengwo to see.

Zhao Shirong's side, supported by Yang Zhao, could secretly control the entire Jiangnan and Southeast regions even with the addition of Xiao Qinyan, Xin Qiji, Fang La and others. However, if they openly opposed the court officials, their strength would still be far from enough.

Before Zhao Shirong's power in the court was developed.

Even though the non-commissioned officers and gentry in the entire Jiangnan and Southeast regions had been purged, and all power had fallen into the hands of Zhao Shirong, Yang Zhao and others, they could no longer show it.

The situation where the three parties are full of contradictions and check and balance each other is the best and the one that makes the court officials most at ease.

At the same time, in Zhenjiang City, the situation was completely different.

Zhenjiang Prefecture Government Affairs Hall.

Different from the noisy conflicts in the commander's tent, there were only a few people in the core camp of the Murong family at this moment. They were all silent and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Murong Longcheng was an extremely majestic man. He wore a suit of golden armor, had slightly curly black hair, and had some physical features of the Xianbei alien race.

He glanced at the people in the hall who had low morale.

Murong Longcheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

How could such a good situation suddenly turn out like this? It's such a sin.

boom!

"Brother Murong, are we just going to sit here and wait for death?"

"That's right. I've seen it a long time ago. That Fang La is a peasant and a double-hearted lackey. He really should be killed."

"What's the point of saying this now? What really matters is finding a way to break the impasse..."

A group of Xianbei survivors who were once brought into the Song Dynasty by Murong Longcheng, with extremely high cultivation levels, kept quarreling.

"enough!"

At this moment, Murong Longcheng shouted angrily, looked at the only outsider in the hall, and said, "Lord Zhu Jie, should I call you Zhu Jie or Zhu the Great Heavenly King?"

Zhu Jie was a decent-looking man with a cunning look on his face. He said, "Whether you call him Zhu Jie or Zhu the Great Heavenly King, we are all in the same group after all, right, Prince Yan?"

Among the Murong clan, the real King of Yan will always be Murong Longcheng.

In fact, everyone knew that Murong Fu, who was pushed out before, was just a puppet.

But at this moment, hearing the word "King of Yan", Murong Longcheng still felt an irrepressible anger.

It’s all Murong Fu’s evil descendants’ fault.

If Murong Fu had not fought in the battle of Taihu Lake, which resulted in the loss of 60,000 troops and the loss of the Yanziwu nest, the entire southern war situation would have been strangled by Xin Qiji.

With the power of the Murong family, even if the rebellion failed, they could retreat to the south at any time.

It would not lead Fang La to lose hope in the future of the Murong family, become rebellious, and surrender to the imperial court.

One move can ruin the whole situation.

Whenever he thought of this, Murong Longcheng had the urge to strangle all the evil creatures to death.

Feeling the coldness from Murong Longcheng.

Murong Bo, who originally had a high status in this hall, suddenly shrank his neck and kept complaining about his good-for-nothing son in his heart.

The atmosphere in the hall was silent for a long time.

Murong Longcheng, as the backbone, finally spoke up: "Everyone, I'm afraid we can't stay in this land of the Song Dynasty. Let's work together to discuss how we can break through the blockade of the Song Dynasty army and escape from this land of the Song Dynasty."

Anyway, just run for your life. The world is big, but your life is the most important.

In order to save their lives, they discussed an escape plan or something, and they were shivering.

Back then, when the real Great Yan Kingdom collapsed and was destroyed, Murong Longcheng and his two brothers had discussed the matter in the same way. Compared with the dire situation back then, this was nothing.

Murong Longcheng glanced at everyone and had already made up his mind. As long as he could keep his life, it would be fine. For now, these people could just be targets and cannon fodder.

The hall soon became noisy.

Murong Longcheng's eyes wandered around, and soon locked onto Zhu Zhen who seemed quite calm in the hall, and said in a voice transmission: "Brother Zhu, you seem so calm, but do you have any foolproof plan?"

Hearing Murong Longcheng's message, Zhu Zhen in the crowd moved slightly, and then calmed down.

Then, Zhu Jie also transmitted his message: "Prince Yan has a keen eye. I do have some connections, but..."

Murong Longcheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a voice transmission: "Brother Zhu, what difficulties do you have? Let's talk about it. You and I are now on the same boat. I will definitely do my best to help you."

Zhu Zhen exchanged a glance with Murong Longcheng and said in a voice transmission, "Does the King of Yan know who the real identity of Zhu Da Tianwang of the Twelve Linked Docks Waterway is?"

"I am not Zhu Da Tian Wang, and Zhu Shun is not Zhu Da Tian Wang either. The real Zhu Da Tian Wang is in the Six Gates of the Imperial Court..."

Murong Longcheng's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Zhu Xiawu?"

Zhu Zhen chuckled and transmitted his voice: "Yes, it is Zhu Xiawu! Zhu Xiawu is a cunning, sinister and vicious man. He pushed Zhu Shun and me, one of us is in the court, and the other is in the underworld. Only Zhu Xiawu is hiding behind the scenes."

"Now the imperial court wants to use the heads of Zhu Shun and me to take the blame in order to appease Fang La. Zhu Xiawu is now hiding in the camp outside the city."

Murong Longcheng's mind was active, and he transmitted his voice: "What do you mean?"

Zhu Zhen smiled and said, "Yes, I have a lot of evidence that Zhu Xiawu and Cai Jing are colluding, and that they have plundered the Yangtze River and the southeast. I can use this to make Zhu Xiawu give way for you and me in the war."

Murong Longcheng asked anxiously: "What about Zhu Xiawu's strength?"

Zhu Jie smiled sinisterly and said, "The King of Yan has a keen eye and can see the biggest risk of this plan at a glance. However, Zhu Xiawu is a very secretive person. I only know that he entered the celestial realm several years ago, but I don't know his true level of cultivation."

Murong Longcheng felt relieved and said, "This celestial being from a few years ago is nothing to be afraid of!"

Chapter 112 Planning before the decisive battle

As mid-August approached, the upper reaches of the Yangtze River were cut off, the north and south banks were blocked, and the navy was assembled in the lower reaches.

Anyone can see that the traitor from the Murong clan has reached his end.

As the imperial court's offensive against Zhenjiang Prefecture intensified, everyone inside and outside the battlefield had already sensed that a terrifying war was about to break out.

In Zhenjiang City, there were often flashes of blood rising into the sky, and huge strange phenomena kept rising.

According to rumors, Murong Longcheng is preparing for a life-and-death battle and is urgently trying to break through to the realm of a human martial saint.

Outside Zhenjiang City, Xin Qiji led the army to attack the city.

Zhuge Zhengwo, Yuan Shisanxian, Fang La, Tong Guan and other four top-level powerful celestial beings combined their Qi and formed a Four Symbols Formation to confront the Qi in the city.

At this time, the main military camp was more than ten miles away.

On the Wanglai Mountain, Yang Zhao and Zhao Shirong stood side by side, watching the army attacking the city from afar.

It is said to be a hill, but in fact, it is just a small earth slope with higher terrain.

Fortunately, this place is not far from Zhenjiang City, and scholars from the city often come here for an outing. The whole hill has been trimmed to be extremely beautiful and exquisite, and there is also a pavilion with a telescope.

More than ten miles away, the sound of rumbling drums and shouting of killing could still be heard.

With Yang Zhao's strong input and help, Zhao Shirong had just broken through to the Grandmaster realm not long ago. Standing here, practicing his skills, he could vaguely see the tragic battlefield outside Zhenjiang City.

The traitors of the Murong clan were like trapped beasts with no way out and were putting up a fierce resistance.

The commander-in-chief of the imperial army was Xin Qiji, who was known as a fierce general and poet. He was very skilled in his tactics and, along with the communication of orders, the army of more than 100,000 people launched a powerful offensive.

Zhao Shirong snuggled in Yang Zhao's arms, looked at him for a while, and said, "Husband, how many days do you think this battle will take?"

Yang Zhao seemed a little distracted, and said, "It's only been these two days. Zhenjiang Prefecture is isolated from the outside world, and the waterway has been cut off. The Murong clan has only stored some food and grass, so they can hold out for a few days."

"But now even the big soldiers in the city know that there is no way out in this situation."

"The soldiers under Murong's command are all family slaves, so they are loyal and will fight to the death."

"But even the most loyal people still have a fear of death. Elder Xin's methods are sophisticated, and his offensive is continuous but not violent. It will definitely bring great pressure to the people in the city."