Linzhi

The daylight was obscured by heavy clouds, and the top of Yunzhou City was gloomy, just like the mood of the prince and Gao Zheng at the moment.

The prince has never fought against the Turkic people, only heard their names, but not their people. In his opinion, the reason why the Turkic cavalry is frightening is that the people in the Central Plains have a deep-rooted sense of fear for a long time, and the second is that the Turkic people are indeed more fierce. Bravery, dare to fight some.

But at this moment, when the Turkic army was pressing down on the territory, soldiers approaching the city, and the clouds shrouded the sky over Yunzhou, those calm and detached analyzes of the prince in the past suddenly left him, replaced by waves of fear rushing into his heart one after another.

That is not only the fear of powerful enemies, but also the fear of the future, and even the fear of death and the unknown.

Gao Zheng seemed to be able to detect the prince's emotional changes, this is normal, every newcomer to the battlefield has to go through such a psychological journey, but the prince is unlucky, the first time he meets an enemy, he meets such a strong enemy, his mentality is not good Steady is normal.

It's just that there is no time to calm him down right now.

"Your Highness, if the enemy wants to attack the city, they will attack this side first. The general suggests that most of the manpower should be mobilized here first, and a few people should be stationed at the south gate of the city, just in case. Also, at critical times, we must be steady. To keep the morale of the army, the general will have the courage to ask His Highness to supervise the battle from the tower, with His Highness present, the soldiers will fight the enemy bravely, no matter their own lives!" Gao Zheng clasped his hands and said.

The prince tried his best to regain his composure, and nodded: "Just do what General Gao said, you just need to defend the city, and when the Turks are defeated, I will definitely make a great contribution to you in front of Your Majesty!"

Gao Zheng smiled wryly to himself, remembering his merits, it would be great if he could save his life today.

But he naturally wouldn't say these words. After making a promise, Gao Zheng turned around, the corners of his robe and cloak raised a fiery red arc, and he would have to be shrouded in horse leather all his life on the battlefield. Maybe today is the time for him to practice his words.

The dark Turkic soldiers carried wooden stakes and smashed into the city gate, and then climbed up the ladders seized from the Central Plains. One by one, Gao Zheng directed the soldiers on the tower to throw stones at the enemy from time to time, and the enemy was either injured , or fall to death in order to avoid falling from the ladder, but the Turkic people are like leeks, there will be another crop after cutting, no matter how you kill them, you can't finish them.

The stones were exhausted, and the boiling water was too late to burn. The Turkic people finally climbed up the tower, and the soldiers began to fight at close quarters with long halberds, knives and guns. Having stayed in the capital for a long time, he was used to the comfortable environment and the superiority over the local soldiers in other state capitals. When he suddenly confronted the Turkic people, he was caught off guard and lost his life in a hurry.

When the blood of their companions splattered on their faces, many people suddenly realized that what they were standing on was a field of real killing. There was no drill, no drills, and no chance to start over if they lost.

Their price is their lives.

Yes and only once.

There was a lot of shouting and killing in the city, mixed with incomprehensible Turkic Hu language, and corpses were scattered all over the city. The soldier who had been stabbed in the chest struggled to get up, but was stabbed in the chest again by the Turkic backhand. It was too late to retreat, the blade was drawn out bloody, and the person fell on his back, his eyes wide open, as if he hadn't had time to see enough of this world.

The prince was guarded by the guards in a hidden place in the corner, through the shoulders of the guards, he watched what happened not far away, but he was powerless.

He suddenly realized that He Xiu's ability to kill Fu Nian Khan's younger brother in Ganzhou was something worthy of a special mention. He did not even treat that battle fairly as the crown prince of a country.

It's too late to regret.

More and more Turkic soldiers climbed up the tower. Some people finally found the prince who was surrounded and guarded by others, and his clothes were different from others. It's a good sign, Fu Nian Khan will find out that the prince is on the tower sooner or later, and he will definitely do whatever it takes to get the prince caught.

For the Turkic people, the value of the crown prince may be greater than capturing Yunzhou.

"Your Highness!"

A general ran over in a hurry, his face was covered with blood, and the long knife in his hand was still dripping blood.

"Your Highness, General Gao ordered me to take you out of here!"

The prince hurriedly asked: "Where is General Gao, how is he doing?"

The general replied: "General Gao will stick to it!"

The prince said: "Then I won't leave either! If I leave, the army's morale will be lost!"

The general said anxiously: "I can't leave! General Gao has long been determined to live and die with the city, but he can't let you have any accidents. Follow the end of the future!"

Although he was mentally prepared for what he had seen and heard, the prince's heart still sank heavily when he heard this.

"Has... reached this point?" He asked awkwardly.

"The other party has too many troops. General Gao said that most of the Turkic soldiers are probably here. I am afraid that the tower will be occupied sooner or later. Come with me!" Walk.

While speaking, a large number of Turkic people rushed up the tower. They had already found the prince, and rushed towards this side one after another. In order to escort the prince, the original [-]-odd personal soldiers decreased sharply. The number has been reduced to about thirty people.

The prince's heart was cut like a knife.

He was pushed forward almost involuntarily.

Along the roads and streets, the doors are open, and things are scattered. Occasionally, there are a few people, all of whom are panic-stricken, rushing around like headless chickens with their belongings, trying to find a place to hide, but afraid that the Turks will be killed after they break through the city. Find it out and kill it, and you don't even know how to save a life.

If Erlang or Saburo were here instead of him, would the situation be completely different?

Could it be that the Turks knew they were here, so they assembled a large army to attack Yunzhou?

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

The prince gritted his teeth, forced himself not to look around, and ran forward with numb legs.

Not far below the city tower, someone had already prepared horses.

"Your Highness, General Gao said that after you leave the city, you will go straight south, from Daizhou to Taiyuan, and then go to Luoyang to return to Chang'an. Remember, don't look back!"

The prince's throat was choked up, and he could hardly utter a complete sentence: "Then you..."

The general bowed deeply to him.

"The last general will naturally defend the city with General Gao!"

"or……"

The prince wanted to say something else, but the other party had already raised his whip and whipped the horse's buttocks hard. The horse neighed and rushed out, followed by the prince's personal soldiers, and his figure gradually moved away.

Out of the city, the road is deserted, with few people. The crops along the way have long since died, and the houses no longer emit smoke. It was a deserted place when Yunzhou was destroyed last time, and it has not yet recovered.

The prince and his party didn't dare to stop, and ran forward along the rut of the official road, but when they were about to enter the mountain road, they heard the sound of horseshoes ahead.

The leading soldiers were the first to notice and stopped in front of the prince to slow down everyone.

"Your Highness, wait a moment and wait for me to find out the situation."

The prince is now in a state of war, and he watched the other party leave with a heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, let's go together!"

He called to stop his soldiers and rode his horse to catch up.

At this moment, several riders suddenly appeared on both sides of the mountain road.

The prince was startled, and reined in the reins, the horse's brakes were too late, and the front hooves kicked up high, almost throwing him off the horse.

"The Great Khan ordered us to wait here, saying that the prince of the Central Plains would definitely run away and pass by here! What do you people from the Central Plains call this? Do you predict things like a god?"

The leader showed a not-so-friendly smile to the prince. About 50 to [-] people surrounded him from both sides and the front, and quickly surrounded the prince and his soldiers.

With a high nose and deep eyes, her hair is tied into pigtails, which is naturally not the dress of a Central Plains person.

The Turks actually bypassed the mountains and came here from another direction to ambush, just to wait for him to pass by? !

The prince's heart was shocked, but he refused to give in: "With you alone, you want to take down this prince? It's too overwhelming!"

The other party laughed loudly: "Aren't you overthinking yourself, just try it and you'll know!"

"Swear to protect the prince to the death!"

All the soldiers drew out their sabers. Facing the brave Turkic people, they knew very well that even if they retreated, they might not have a chance of survival. The prince retreated.

But they had no chance to retreat at all. The Turkic people had already expected their actions and blocked all the front and rear roads. The horse under the crown prince was like its master, trapped in the middle and turning around, but could not find a way out.

The hand raised the knife and fell, blood spattered three feet!

One after another wailing came, and the figure fell from the horse, which meant that one life after another was lost.

The eyes seemed to be stained with blood, and the hand holding the rein was worn out and bleeding, but the prince didn't notice it, he gasped heavily and couldn't help shouting.

"Don't kill them! Stop it! I surrender!"

No one paid attention to him, and the killing continued.

When the last soldier was beheaded, the prince suddenly found that he had completely become the prey of the Turks, besieged on all sides, with no way out.

"Central Plains Prince, come with us!"

The enemy said so in blunt Chinese, unceremoniously tore the prince off the horse, tied him up, and then tied him behind the horse with a rope, and let the horse ride in front, while the prince was forced to walk behind. Sometimes when the horse was going too fast, he would fall forward, and his knees would soon be bloodied by stones.

"You can't treat me like this! I'm the current prince, and I want to negotiate with you Khan!" Anger intertwined in his painful heart. When did the prince suffer such a shameful humiliation, he couldn't help but growl.

"It's just you?" The Turkic man looked at each other and laughed wildly. "A prisoner dares to talk to us like that!"

The other party whipped the horse's buttocks, and the horse galloped. The prince was caught off guard and screamed. The whole person was dragged behind like a discarded cargo.

At this moment, a proud crown prince, a lofty prince, was treated exactly the same as a slave captured by the Turks.

There was severe pain in his body. He Mu closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. What flashed through his mind was the scene of him and Mrs. Song cuddling each other in that small house in Zhushan County.