Datang Fenghua Road

He watched helplessly as the entire grassland was devoured by Han Yue's economic means bit by bit. The foreign exchange market outside the border was making gold every day, and the wealth of the grassland continued to shrink. Perhaps in another ten years, there would be no Turkic people in the world.

The cold wind whistled, the snow was blowing, and there was a sudden scream of panic. It was the cavalry who were beheading the Han slaves, urging them to start the attack.

Shenyang City, finally arrived!

The general suddenly pulled out his machete and stared coldly ahead.

But seeing a majestic ice city standing tall in the heavy snow, like a fierce tiger entrenched on the ground, it is showing its fangs to the heaven and earth.

"Han Yue, tonight is either your death or my Jieyun death..." He held the machete tightly, and there was boundless murder in his eyes.

This is Han Yue's city, and it is also the city that manipulates the mutual market outside the customs. As long as it is shot down and Han Yue is killed, the entire grassland can be reborn.

For the sake of the Turkic nation, this general is going to fight.

Even if he died in battle, he would let Han Yue know that the grasslands were not the land of barbarians, and there were wise men on the grasslands.He also wanted to let Han Yue know that this wise man's name was Jie Yun, who had been to the Tianshan Mountains not long ago and had a snow lotus in his heart.

Chapter 288 Han Yue and Wang Lingyun fight again

"Rush forward, whoever dares to retreat, die..." A Turkic cavalry raised a machete and swung abruptly. The light of the sword flashed in the night, passing over the neck of a Han slave.

A large head shot up into the sky, and Han Nu's body was still in the fleeing posture, but his head was cut off, blood spurted wildly from his neck, and his body fell down slowly.

The thorn red blood was steaming hot, and quickly melted a large swath of snow.

"Bastard, damn it!" On the top of the Shenyang city, Han Yue looked at it with a tear, and punched the city wall heavily.

He stood at the top of the city and looked down, but he saw black crowds everywhere in the heavy snow, all of them ragged and weak.Although they were far apart, Han Yue could vaguely see the numbness and despair on these people's faces.

At this moment, he suddenly hated his own inner strength. If he didn't have tyrannical inner strength, he wouldn't have a vision far beyond ordinary people, and he wouldn't have to see a scene where his compatriots were beheaded.

It has been a long time since we came to this era. Han Yue has already been integrated into this era. There is a philosopher who said that no matter how powerful people are, they will be assimilated by society. as a person of this era.

The people of the Tang Dynasty are his compatriots, and the sons of the Han family are his brothers.

"Kill, who dares to retreat, kill..." The Turkic people below were still fighting, raising their machetes to hack at the Han slaves, heads flying up and down, blood was everywhere on the snow.

Killing is the most effective way to supervise the battle. More and more Han slaves gave up fleeing and began to attack Shenyang City.

The pupils of Li Ji and the others shrank, and Lao Cheng said loudly to Han Yue: "What are you waiting for, I ordered to fire. There are only [-] troops in the city. If these Han slaves break through the city gate, the Turkic cavalry behind them rushing into the city will be a massacre."

Han Yue's face was ashen, his fists clenched tightly.

"What are you waiting for, baby?" Old Cheng roared furiously, and even couldn't help grabbing Han Yue's shoulder with his hand, shaking it violently.

With tears in his eyes, Han Yue murmured, "Then below are all Han slaves, Han slaves who were kidnapped by the Turks."

"Fuck his grandma, the kindness of women!" Lao Cheng roared violently, waved and slapped Han Yue, he turned his head and shouted to the gunners in the fort area: "You can't make a fool of the marquis of Jingyang, now the city wall belongs to me Command, fire a cannon on Lao Tzu, and smash his mother's scum..."

The gunner stood still, just turned his attention to Han Yue.

The shells were loaded, and the torches that lit the leads were in hand, but none of the gunners fired the cannons.

Lao Cheng was startled, scolded subconsciously, turned his head and said to Han Yue: "His grandma, this old man forgot that you are so prestigious, and your command is very strict."

The gunners in Shenyang City were all trained by Han Yue himself, and no one listened to his orders.Although Lao Cheng was the Duke of Tang Dynasty, only Han Yue was in the eyes of the gunners.

With only this delay, the serfs below had already rushed thirty steps. These Han slaves all had bows and arrows in their hands, and they started shooting arrows at the city head.

The whole city of Shenyang was densely packed with people, and at first glance there were 10,000+ Han slaves, but there were only [-] Turkic cavalry behind them.

"Why, why don't they resist, there are only [-] Turks who are supervising the battle..." Han Yue's eyes were dull and he looked down blankly.

A sharp arrow roared and shot straight at his face. Han Yue was confused and didn't know how to dodge. Next to him, Li Ji slashed the arrow with a knife and shouted coldly, "Wake up, Marquis Jingyang, this is a battlefield, not a stage. Although Han slaves are Han people, their hearts have become numb, and they only have life in their eyes, not your compatriot. Remember, boy, this is the human heart, the naked human heart..."

Han Yue closed his eyes in pain.

This is not the Tang Dynasty in his mind!

Once upon a time, he also sighed, saying that this era is an era in which one person helps others, not an era in which people cannibalize people in later generations.

It turns out that everything is an illusion, everything is an illusion.

Jie Li was really ruthless. In order to restrain the cannons in Shenyang City, he used desperate methods and used Han slaves as cannon fodder to hit the weakness in Han Yue's heart.

Aren't you famous all over the world?

Are you not dedicated to the people?

Very good, I have 10,000+ Han slaves in my hand, I will use these Han slaves to attack you now, see if you use cannons.

"I can't wait any longer!" Li Ji stretched out his hand suddenly. He grabbed Han Yue by his collar and dragged Han Yue to the other side of the city wall. 30 people are watching you, and their lives are on you."

He dragged Han Yue back to the outer city wall, pointed at the Turkic Han slave soldiers approaching below, and said loudly: "Look at these people below, they are not wrong, they are also Han people, with ragged clothes and rickety bodies. The old man also knows that they are pitiful. They were plundered by the Turks for no reason, and they have suffered countless hardships in this life. But now is not the time to soften your heart. You can’t just give up the 30 people in the city for the sake of these Han slaves.”

Li Ji kept shaking Han Yue's shoulders and said viciously: "Once the city gate is breached, the whole city will be slaughtered. You should know which one is more important and which is less important. Don't hesitate anymore, fire the cannon, quickly fire..."

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Han Yue looked down at the city, then slowly closed his eyes and muttered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your life is your life, and the lives of the people in my city are also my life. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He muttered softly and slowly raised his arm.

Li Ji was overjoyed, and Cheng Yaojin and others next to him also had bright eyes. More than a dozen princes knew that as long as Han Yue's arm fell heavily, the [-] cannons in Shenyang City would breathe out anger at the same time.

In order to prevent Han Yue from repeating himself, Li Ji specially warned him: "Don't worry, Marquis Jingyang, I will bear the infamy tonight. No matter how many Han slaves are killed, I will force you to give this order. , let them scold the old man."

"And me!" Lao Cheng stood up with a laugh, and said without exclaiming: "I, Lao Cheng, have not had a good reputation in my life, and the one who forces you to order tonight will be counted as one of my old Cheng."

The eldest grandson Wuji said indifferently: "Including the old man, I, the minister of households in the Tang Dynasty, are notorious for being yin, and I have been scolded in the court for not a day or two."

Chai Shao snorted, and said with a look of disdain: "Add me, my countryman is not a good bird. Back then, he led the army to fight, and he once did the deeds of killing and subduing soldiers, and his reputation has long been bad."

Qin Qiong took a step forward and spit out four words: "Count me in!" Shandong Qin Shubao is unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness. He has never done disgusting things in his life, so he can't find any excuse to defile himself.

More than a dozen national princes stood up, and they all wanted to help Han Yue share the infamy. Anyway, everyone killed the embryo. Although they were all famous generals of the Tang Dynasty, they were all dirty. As long as they could win the battle, they would not care about the infamy or not. infamy.

"Order, order quickly!"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Han Yue's raised arm, and they were very much looking forward to his arm falling quickly.If it was delayed for a while, the Han slaves would really be attacking the gate of the city.

Han Yue's closed eyes suddenly opened, he still held his hands high, but his eyes swept back and forth on the faces of the princes, and said softly: "You all think that I cherish my reputation, so I dare not shoot, right? The public misunderstood me, don't forget, I was a gangster in my early years, and my infamy was worse than yours, and I never cared about my reputation..."

He slowly withdrew his gaze, then looked down the city again, and said softly again: "What I care about is human life. There are 10,000+ Han slaves below, and 10,000+ Han slaves who were taken captive by the Turks. Look carefully, some Han slaves The slave is already gray-haired, I am afraid that he was taken captive to the grassland a long time ago, and I don't know how many years he has suffered."

He kept talking, the Han slaves below kept approaching, and the snowflakes were mixed with arrows in the sky. As time passed, the Han slave army advanced hundreds of steps, and more and more arrows were able to shoot to the city.