Datang Fenghua Road

"Boy, now is not the time for women's kindness!" Li Ji couldn't help shouting.

Han Yue nodded, smiled lightly, and his arm slowly began to fall.

Many gunners have been staring at his arm, Han Yue's arm is waving down, but the gunners' arms are rising, and the torches in their hands are slowly handed over to the cannon leads.

At this moment, a long voice suddenly sounded outside the city. Although it was far away, the voice could clearly reach the city of Shenyang.

"The world-famous Marquis of Jingyang, are you really going to open fire? Tsk tsk tsk, it turns out that you are all for the people. When danger comes, you will also attack the people."

This voice is melodious and fluttering, but it understands the way of people's hearts deeply. The tone is light, but it is like a sharp knife. It seems to hit the softest part of Han Yue's heart, causing his falling arm to stop suddenly.

He stopped, the gunners stopped immediately, the cannon did not fire, and remained silent.

"It's over!" Li Ji sighed, closed his eyes, and said solemnly, "Prepare to fight to the death." After so many delays, the Hannu army below had already approached the city wall, and it was a bit late to fire the artillery.

The voice in the distance outside the city sounded again, with a very proud tone, and said leisurely: "Han Yue, you lost."

Lao Cheng slammed his fist on the city wall, and scolded fiercely, "His grandmother's is the little fox Wang Lingyun, the Marquis of Jingyang, you've been fooled by him."

Han Yue suddenly turned his head and shouted at the corner of the city wall: "Li Chong, where is your rocket launcher?"

A figure rushed out from the corner, it was Li Chong who had been relegated to the defense order of Shenyang City, and he carried another bazooka on his shoulder. After practicing to perfection, please wait and see, and see me blast that noisy guy with a cannonball."

Before he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger with his finger, but after hearing a loud bang, a rocket artillery swung its tongue, dragging its thorny tail and flying hurriedly.

In a flash, a fire erupted in the distance outside the city, and the thick snow was blown away.

It could be unsuccessful, Wang Lingyun's proud voice came again, and he laughed: "You can't kill me, you can kill me, it's too late, the Han slave soldiers are already close to the city gate, you lose."

Han Yue suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He mustered his inner strength and shouted loudly, "Do you know why I am so reluctant to fire? That is because I am waiting. I deliberately let you relax your vigilance, and I deliberately let the Han slaves keep advancing, because The closer they get to the city wall, the more they can be protected by me."

His inner strength is strong, and the shouting can be heard all over the city.

Wang Lingyun's proud voice stopped abruptly, and Han Yue's voice still resounded: "You may not know that my red-clothed cannons in Shenyang City have all been upgraded, and their range is twice as high as before..."

His voice was still resounding, but the gunner on the top of the city suddenly ignited the lead, and the eight hundred cannons spewed flames at the same time, and the shells shot straight at the rear of Hannu.

Only now did Lao Cheng and others understand that the gunners didn't need to give orders at all, everything was Han Yue acting.

"I don't want to give up any human life, because they have suffered enough!" Han Yue smiled faintly amid the rumbling of the cannons, and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back.

Although it snows heavily tonight, tomorrow may be sunny.

Don't be afraid, Hannu compatriots, hold up your chest, tonight, you are under my protection.

There were sounds of explosions everywhere outside the city. Eight hundred cannons fired at the same time, and they used explosive bombs. This thing could explode ten paces in a circle, and the eight hundred shells scattered, just blocking the entire battlefield.

The sound of cannons rumbled, and the sky was full of blown minced meat. The Turks and Goguryeo cavalry were hiding a mile away, which happened to be the best range of the new cannons.

Li Ji and the others looked at each other in dismay, Lao Cheng had a big admiration written on his face, and he laughed and said, "Awesome, I've seen Lao Cheng tonight."

Han Yue stood at the top of the city and looked down, and found that 10,000+ Han slaves were all lying on the ground. Just now he used his internal strength to shout that these Han slaves knew what to do no matter how stupid they were.

"Wang Lingyun, Jie Li, this time, I won again!" Han Yue turned around and walked down the city wall slowly.

Laugh at my delay in firing?

Hehe, I, Han Yue, have never been a fool...

Chapter 289 Prince and King Wei, Yin Han Yue at the same time

"Okay, good fight, beautiful fight..." Li Shimin laughed wildly, and the hearty laughter kept echoing. The civil and military officials of the court looked at each other, and their eyes fell on Hong Lingji, who was kneeling in the middle of the court and reporting. The patriarchs of several big families They don't even look good.

The Marquis of Jingyang made another achievement, and it was a great achievement.

From the beginning of the Jin and Five Dynasties to the Emperors of the Sui and Sui Dynasties, the Central Plains has endured the oppression of the grasslands. A large number of people were taken into captivity and moved northward to serve as slaves for the Han Dynasty.

After four dynasties and seven generations, countless people with lofty ideals tried to rescue the Han slaves, but they never succeeded.

Because aliens are very cruel, you come to send troops to save people, and I immediately cut down the Han slaves.People with lofty ideals in the Central Plains cast their fears on the mouse, and sometimes they can win a local war, but they retreat in vain under the threat of alien massacres of their compatriots.

By the beginning of the fourth year of the founding of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, there were a total of 15 Han slaves on the grasslands. This number is the most painful place in the hearts of all Han family sons.

But now, the sting is gone.

Marquis of Jingyang, and Marquis of Jingyang again, that young man who still has two years to reach the crown, since he was born, his actions seem to be sloppy, but there is a command far beyond ordinary people in his actions.

In the battle of Shenyang City, eight thousand Turkic cavalry were destroyed.In the battle of Shenyang City, 15 Goguryeo cavalry were destroyed.This record is not brilliant, there are some generals in the Tang Dynasty who can achieve this kind of record, but if we want to save [-] Hannu in this battle, it will shock the world.

Really shocked the world.

It is conceivable that when the news of Han Yue rescuing 15 Han slaves and regaining their lives spread throughout the Central Plains, his reputation must have taken on wings. Since then, he has soared into the sky and received countless praises.

Regardless of whether Confucianism is willing or not, when writing history books in the future, it is bound to make a heavy note for Han Yue.

Li Shimin sat on the dragon chair with bright eyes, and the emperor stared at the kneeling Hong Ling envoy and shouted urgently: "You hurry up and tell me the details of the battle in Shenyang City. I want to listen to the whole process, and I can't reveal a single bit."

"I will obey!" Hong Ling hurriedly knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully to Li Shimin.

The emperor wanted to hear about the war, and it happened that his duty was also to report. The Hongling envoy cleared his throat urgently, and said in a deep voice, "It was the second watch of the night, and the Turkic and Korean troops attacked at the same time. On the grassland side, it was Jieli himself. On the expedition, he and Goguryeo each dispatched 15 cavalry, and [-] troops drove [-] Han slaves. The purpose of this move is very clear, that is, to use the people as a human wall to resist the artillery fire, and force my Lord Hou to dare not order the artillery fire."

"What a vicious method!" Li Shiming's eyes turned cold. Although he knew that the war had been won, he still felt worried and said in a low voice, "Shenyang City only has [-] troops. If the city gate is really broken, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Your Majesty is holy!" Hongling hurriedly said respectfully, and then said: "The situation was very critical at that time, and the Han slaves kept approaching the city wall. Because there was a threat of beheading by the Turkic superintendent team behind, the Han slaves began to shoot and attack the city with bows and arrows. The dozen or so princes in the city tried their best to urge the Marquis to fire, but my Marquis didn’t move, no matter who came to persuade him, he would only reply, the following are the Han family members…”

Li Shimin nodded slowly, with a look of approval on his face.

A sneer suddenly sounded in the class, and someone whispered: "Famous and famous, he didn't fire the gun in the end!"

"Shut up!" The emperor shouted and said coldly: "If you don't want to hear it, you can get out and let me see you and try to interject."

The man who spoke shivered and took a few steps back quietly.

The Hongling envoy continued to tell the story, telling the battle in Shenyang city bit by bit. Because the emperor wanted to hear the details, he expressed Han Yue's expression at the head of the city, the restlessness of Lao Cheng and others, and Wang Lingyun's language to attack his heart. Everything is said.

The court officials looked at each other in dismay, and when they heard Han Yue's last few tactics surfaced, even his opponent couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

When they heard that 15 Han slaves were approaching the city wall, the cannons at the top of the city suddenly rang out, but when the shells exploded at the Turkic and Korean cavalry, more than a dozen generals in the court clenched their fists.

This red-haired messenger is very good at speaking, and in later generations, he would be able to talk about storytelling. The battle made him lively and frustrated, and he almost recreated the scene of Shenyang City that day.

Everyone was fascinated by hearing this, but the emergency envoy Hongling suddenly said loudly: "Finally, my marquis stood at the front of the city and shouted loudly. Don't be afraid of the Han slaves, hold up your chests, you are under my protection tonight. That loud shout resounded throughout the battlefield, although Lord Hou is a young man, he looks like a god, the kind of protective power that bursts out of him, the villain will never forget in this life..."

The courtiers looked at each other, and couldn't help abstracting an image in their minds: the boy stood on the city wall, below were 15 ragged Han slaves, and behind the Han slaves were tens of thousands of vicious alien cavalry.The common people were panicked and helpless, the young men shouted in the wind, the artillery fired from the top of the city, and the alien race was wiped out after World War I. 15 Han slaves cried and cried, kneeling under the city wall with gratitude on their faces.

"Alas!" Some of the Confucian officials suddenly let out a sigh and murmured: "The style of the strong, the style of the strong..."

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