[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

The solar terms of the four seasons will not be postponed due to personal will. This winter comes when the southerners are most desperate.

Autumn and winter in Hangjing are always warm, but this year's climate is extremely extreme. It seems that even God has seen the end of this dynasty, so he can't wait to push forward the history and let winter come early.

After the continuous heavy snowfall, the Tartars completely surrounded Hangjing. They blocked all waterways and land routes leading to the southern capital, and never left any way of life to the outside world.

Perhaps it was because the threat of national subjugation was imminent. The people of the Southern Dynasties united like never before, saying that the underdogs would win. The current situation may also be in line with this principle. The best materials are first donated to the city and the army, and then rational People, at this time, are lucky and longing for the birth of a miracle.

However, in one go, they declined again and again, and exhausted three times. The Tartars seemed to have grasped the determination of the southerners. They cunningly chose to evade, and only surrounded the city, cutting off all supply and escape routes. When Jing Huan led his troops out of the city, they would never meet the enemy head-on, but instead used the method of raiding Hangjing to encircle Wei and save Zhao.

In this way, the capital of the Southern Dynasties became a completely isolated city, and it lasted for three months under siege.

And three months is enough to transition from late autumn to early spring of the next year.

The capital of the Southern Dynasties was a non-productive city. Even if there were long-prepared food reserves in the warehouse, it would not be able to withstand the consumption of the entire city and the army. The common people were the first to be deducted from their rations, especially those in the Weak individuals who have no "value" in war.

Of course, not only the common people suffered, but also the nobles. During the long siege, they not only lost their good life, but also completely lost the hope of surviving.

As early as when Wei Jinghuan turned his face and forced the palace, people knew that he was not a person who conformed to the rules, but no one thought that this general could do it so thoroughly and decisively. It seemed that there was really no honor or humbleness in his eyes. Instead of maintaining the dignity of the ruling class, including himself, he seems more willing to fill the army and more civilians.

But even so, the city will run out of water sooner or later.

Compared with the silent ruling class, the civilians and the army in the capital have an unprecedented high fighting spirit. Most of them are unwilling to surrender, let alone subjugate the country. It seems that the national integrity of the Central Plains for thousands of years is completely broken at this moment A desperate cry broke out.

These voices flowed into Wei Jinghuan's ears. Of course he thought so too. Compared to living cruelly like pigs and dogs, it would be better to die cleanly. Even if it is bound to end, the Tartars will have to pay the price... …

But at the same time, Wei Jinghuan also saw the future of Hangjing in the near future - the food in the city can only last for another seven days at most.

Now the famine has begun to endure in the city. The civilians have no food at all and can only rely on meager reserves to survive, and the army's supplies are about to run out. If they want to maintain their fighting power after seven days, then the southern army will be killed. I had to search for the food hidden among the people.

Standing on the city wall, Wei Jinghuan was blown by the wind and snow. From here, he could see the Tar army not far away. Those elite soldiers on horses in black armor were displayed outside the frozen river. Staring at the last pride of the Southern Dynasty, both sides are very clear that as long as the capital is breached, the Southern Dynasty will be completely destroyed.

Wei Jinghuan knows that he is very strong, his barrier can withstand any form of attack, the space barrier brought by Huangtian is enough to keep Hang Jing under protection forever - as long as he can have enough power, as long as he can survive ...

Outside the city wall, there was another loud noise, it was the Tartars scolding outside the city wall as usual, they used all kinds of dirty words to insult the last dignity of the Southern Dynasty, hoping to use this method to anger the silent defenders.

In the past three months, it is not that the Tartars have tried to attack the city, but every time it is difficult to advance an inch, Wei Jinghuan's ability is almost invincible when relying on the city wall.His space barrier is enough to wrap the entire city tightly. With a single stroke, he is like a magic soldier reborn, cutting off the bodies of hundreds of soldiers and horses out of thin air. No defense can resist this invisible sharp blade.

But Wei Jingheng himself knew that his invincibility had its limits. He never dared to look too high on the lower limit of the Tartars. Once the Tartars started to take advantage of those innocent people in the Southern Dynasty, would he be able to remain calm?

In other words, when the food in the city has arrived and the southern people will starve to death, and even force them to cannibalize them, can he persist in keeping it?

Perhaps the only option is to give up holding on and organize the most elite soldiers to break through the Tartar defenses and escort a small group of people to escape. This was the old emperor's plan, but Wei Jinghuan could hardly accept it. The land of the Central Plains had changed hands. Now, where can they escape?Going to sea by boat?

And if you want to save most of the people in the city, it seems that there is only the last choice... However, surrender means that everyone in the city must face the butcher knife of the Tartars, no one knows Will the Tartars massacre the city? Don’t they want to avenge their Khan’s death under the assassination of the Southerners?

What's more, being a subjugated slave is almost the most miserable status in the world.

This path of desperation is such despair, on the one hand, there is a catastrophe that is imminent; on the other hand, it is torture like Ling Chi, people will be killed by hunger and fear sooner or later in despair.

The feather-like snow had gradually stopped, Wei Jinghuan brushed off the snowflakes on his armor, and stared blankly at the blue sky, thinking of a few lobbyists he had seen not long ago.Those were the vassal sects in the court, they begged humbly in front of his door, and argued in the way that would most impress him——

Isn't General Jing the one who loves the people the most and considers the soldiers the most?Now that the defeat has been decided, why not think about the soldiers under his command and the people in the city?Although the Tartars were cruel, they would never massacre for no reason. Over the past few years, they have restrained themselves a lot from their siege of cities and territories. Even some cities that fought to the end were treated relatively mercifully...

There was a loud drum sound in the distance, and the Tartars withdrew their troops. Wei Jinghuan turned around and looked into the city, where a few thin wisps of dust and smoke could be seen faintly. It was hard to imagine that this once extremely prosperous capital of the dynasty would be reduced to such a pitiful state today. the point.

The soldiers were patrolling the city wall, and Wei Jinghuan's most trusted personal soldiers were guarding not far away - he did not dare to leave the city wall easily in the past three months, so many news were passed on by his personal soldiers.

Just a few days ago, the old emperor made a joke again. He wanted to pass the throne to the crown prince because he was worried that he would become the emperor of the subjugated country, and he would be infamous forever...

This kind of selfishness is really ridiculous and pitiful. At the last moment, this old guy who has been playing tricks all his life wants to push all the responsibilities to his son who doesn't do anything!

But who would have thought that the crown prince would be tough for a while, and he would not want to inherit the throne no matter what, as if as long as he continued to be his subjugated prince, he would be thousands of times better than the subjugated emperor.

However, Jiang is still old and hot. How can the little prince who has been at ease all his life be able to withstand his father's tricks?In the end, he had to ascend the throne weeping. As for the old emperor, he became the supreme emperor who lived a long life as a matter of course.

Wei Jinghuan didn't want to take care of this kind of thing, he just cared about the old emperor's death when the country was broken, and what jokes he and his son were going to make, let the posterity comment.

The snow stopped, and the sky after the heavy snow was exceptionally clear. The city wall cast deep and shallow shadows on the snow. Wei Jinghuan's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly he said to the soldiers behind him: "Enemy attack, martial law!"

The soldiers immediately became vigilant, and at the next moment, the shadows on the thick snow gradually deepened, as if being twisted together by an invisible hand, the simple black became as thick as ink, and with the As the color deepened, the shadows became more viscous, which made them seem to have substance.

Soon, this pool of water-like shadows was rendered like splashed ink, and in the blink of an eye, an entity was condensed. After the shadows faded, a tall and thin man in a red robe was revealed. He was also covered with light armor. But unlike the thick and complicated armor of ordinary people, the man's armor only strangled his hands, forearms and waist.

"Hoelanle..."

Wei Jinghuan called out the familiar name softly, and his eyes couldn't help but focus on the man's pale face. He was still as handsome as a boy, but his expression seemed to be shrouded in depression and exhaustion. In , he is too quiet and vulnerable compared to his scrappy elder nephews.

Wei Jinghuan looked at the white hair on the man's temples, and suddenly felt very ridiculous - he actually thought he was fragile!

For so many years, Huo Erlanle is the only one among the Tartars who can pass through the barrier of "Emperor Heaven". Bar?Joellander's health seems to be very bad.

The outsider stood still on the snow and looked up at the defenders. Of course, the soldiers knew the identity of this formidable enemy. They immediately became nervous and tightened their weapons. They waited for the general to give an order, and they were ready to attack. Desperately send messages, or fight to the death with this invading foreign enemy.

The city wall of Hangjing has been specially protected. The southerners also poured water on the city wall to make the ice and snow condense together. It is smooth, cold and extremely strong. It is an extremely difficult defense to overcome.

Miao Xuan looked away from the city wall, then swept over the soldiers who were facing the enemy, and finally landed on Wei Jinghuan.

Over the years, Miao Xuan seldom went to the battlefield in person. Every time he met Wei Jinghuan, it was at the most critical time, and they were almost in the midst of thousands of troops. They almost never fought alone, although they Evenly matched, but no one can imagine what it will be like when they fight...

After all, in this world, people as powerful as them can't find a third one at all.

Miao Xuanchao and Wei Jinghuan bowed their heads slightly, even though he had done all the etiquette, and then he said loudly: "General Jing, please rest assured, I am not here to attack the city, and I don't want to start a war with you."

Wei Jinghuan laughed: "Could it be that you are still here to recruit?"

Unexpectedly, Miao Xuan really said seriously: "Yes, I'm here to recruit."

Wei Jinghuan's smile faded: "Hangjing has refused to defend for three months, which has already exceeded the tolerance range of the Tartars, right? This surrender...is just an excuse for your bloodshed."

Miao Xuan nodded, and didn't say any nonsense about surrendering in exchange for prosperity and wealth, but just said plainly: "Hangjing's food reserves are limited, so it can't last anymore, right? And your scouts should have detected our recent movements."

what trend?The Tartars have already begun to collect southern captives and the weakest group of women and children.

Wei Jinghuan stopped talking, but his silence was enough to explain the problem. The soldiers behind him couldn't bear it anymore. At this moment, someone shouted "We will starve to death and will not surrender!" Most of them were city guards or bandits, and they hadn't been restrained much these years, but they were just as loyal as Wei Jinghuan, and they were also shouting at this moment.

Miao Xuan sighed, and the next moment, shadows shot out from under his feet, heading straight for the faces of those soldiers!

Wei Jinghuan's reaction was faster, he raised his hand almost instantly, the invisible wall stood up, collided with the shadow, and exploded with a loud noise, bringing up countless snow and dust smoke——

When the smoke and dust dissipated, there were only two figures standing firmly on the city wall. The soldiers who lacked strength had already been overturned from the top of the city by the violent impact, but with Wei Jinghuan's barrier at the bottom, it made them They narrowly escaped.

The wind and snow rolled up again, Wei Jinghuan temporarily stopped the offensive in the cold wind: "Thank you for your mercy... Your shadow can be transformed into a sharp blade, right?"

Miao Xuan only said: "I don't want to hurt anyone, this time I'm just here to surrender."

Wei Jinghuan sneered, and he said firmly: "No matter what, I will not surrender."

With this categorical answer, Wei Jinghuan thought the conversation would end, but Miao Xuan changed his mind and said, "I know, so I'm here to recruit this city—not you."

Wei Jinghuan was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"As long as Hangjing surrenders, the Tartars will treat it like they treat all other territories, and there will be no massacres against civilians and surrenderers." Miao Xuan paused, then said, "Hangjing will also be punished by the law. Govern, like every other city in the land."

The chief priest's words were very credible, but Wei Jinghuan only felt it was absurd: "Hang Jing resisted for three months, it is impossible that there is no price."

"Yes." Miao Xuan nodded, "We will take away the emperor and prince of the Southern Dynasty and the most prestigious officials in the court, and then execute the death penalty in front of the Great Khan's grave to comfort the souls of the ancestors."

It stands to reason that this is a condition that any courtier of the Southern Dynasty should struggle with, but Wei Jinghuan was suspiciously silent for a while, and asked after a while: "So, how are you going to deal with me? Deal with the soldiers guarding the city?"

"The Tartars never let the rebels go." Miao Xuan also gave the answer very simply, "General Jing, you are the same."

Wei Jinghuan understood: "It seems that you are the one who killed me this time."

Miao Xuan lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Wei Jinghuan smiled, and turned his gaze away: "It's really noble, if you can't surrender, I need to thank you, Lord Priest, for not sneaking into Hangjing and dispelling the enemy from within?"

Yes, there are too many things that can be done after escaping into the shadows. Whether it is massacring civilians to cause chaos, or burning food and grass to cut off the way back, these are very effective blows.

"Because of those things, I don't want to do it." The wind on the city wall is getting stronger and stronger, but Miao Xuan's voice is still clear, "I am not a person who kills and makes decisions, but I should always be convinced by my decisions." The consequences have been resolved, Wei Jinghuan, I will come back in three days, and it should be our deathmatch at that time."

Wei Jinghuan raised his head suddenly: "What did you call me?"

"Wei Jinghuan, your real name." Miao Xuan looked at him, his eyes seemed to understand all the secrets, "I still remember you and Huo Yuhuai, both of you have been to the grassland and helped me A big favor."

Wei Jinghuan's expression froze, but his heart was full of turmoil. He never thought that the first person to recognize him was Huo Erlanle - when did he recognize him?Did he recognize Huo Yuhuai?Was he involved in Huo Yuhuai's assassination and death?Does he know about the old princess?He...does he still recognize "Xuan Yi"?

Even though Wei Jinghuan had thousands of questions, they all ended up in his throat together. At this point, no matter what he said, it was meaningless.

"Let's take a gamble."

Miao Xuan said softly: "I won, there is nothing to say, there is no obstacle for the Tartars to attack the city, everything follows our rules; and if you win - I will not let you survive the death fight, But I can guarantee that the Tartars will make an exception and not kill the surrendered and captured soldiers after they get Hangjing."

Wei Jinghuan: "This bet is not good for you at all."

"That's right...but I'm a dying person after all." Miao Xuan smiled, "Isn't it worth meeting an evenly matched opponent before dying?"