I'm still so majestic

The eighth year of Daqitianhe, the first day of March.

Chi Fang Azimo led the army into Lishui. He originally thought that he would be victorious and return within three days at the most. He never thought that he would be besieged by the White Tiger Camp before approaching the shore. After five hours of hard fighting, the Chi Fang gradually failed. Achimo gritted his teeth and led the remnants back.

Every conquest before the decisive battle is closely related to the final momentum and the morale of the army, success or failure is crucial, but at this juncture, they suddenly lost so badly, even Chi Fang couldn't sit still.

But it didn't work either.

After this battle, He Ji's momentum and prestige that had dissipated before made a comeback in an instant, and all the decline faded in a short time. He fought three times in seven days, and was invincible each time. On the night of the eighth day, he led the White Tiger Camp to attack Archie at night. Mo camped in the camp and forced Achimo to retreat from the border of Lishan.

This slap in the face was too harsh.

Don't say that Chifang's self-inflated self-inflated because of the previous success, has been criticized for his perverse behavior in the past six months, just talk about the prophecy. Without the power to fight back, what are you talking about, the name of the god of war is just vain, but now?Whether it's the strategizing strategy, or the straightforward determination and demeanor of leading the army to attack at night, where is the height that ordinary people can reach?

On the Chi side, he couldn't hold back, saying that Daqi was just lucky, and it couldn't be true, so he sent three generals to reinforce Lishan, and then fought five more times, all of which were defeated.In any case, it couldn't just be attributed to luck. Azimo and other four generals led the army back to the Chifang camp with frowns, a little confused. Obviously, it has been in a smooth state for the past six months. Why did it suddenly become like this?

At the end of the silence, Azimo said in a heavy tone: "...that's Da Qi, it's He Ji."

Everyone was stunned.

Yeah, what's so weird about that?

That is the great enlightenment that stands at the pinnacle of the century-old prosperity, and it is He Changxin who became famous all over the world in one battle as a young man, and it is difficult for others to come close to him throughout his life.

You think that he has fallen from the altar, but in fact it is only because the other party has not put you in his eyes. When the latter wakes up from the dormant state, he will show his sharpness, invincible, and unstoppable in momentum and prestige.

They knew all of this before, so they were cautious and cautious at every step.

But since when did they forget all of this?

Azimo suddenly felt panic. He Ji had deliberately backed down before, but he had already tasted the result of the deliberate effort. Now that the decisive battle is imminent, according to the scheming He Ji has shown these days, the city is not easy to achieve. Can handle it.

And because of the success of the past six months, the Chifang soldiers have already become impetuous, and it is not the time to fight Daqi at all.

Thinking of this, Azimo was startled, went out and went straight to Yunmuzhi's tent, and went in after the announcement. The latter was sitting behind the table, frowning and looking at the battle report on the table.Azimo stepped forward, without any shyness, and said bluntly: "Your Majesty, I am sure that Your Majesty will retreat!"

"The letter of war has been issued, where is there any room for retreating?! If we retreat, wouldn't Zhen and Chifang be a laughing stock?!"

Achimo's tone was very calm: "Your Majesty, Da Qi is obviously prepared, but looking at the current situation, our army is impetuous, and it is definitely not a good opportunity."

Yun Muzhi knew the truth of what he said, but...

Yun Muzhi lowered his head and looked at the documents on the table expressionlessly, but his eyes were broken and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He thought of many things, almost all of them from his previous life, the discrimination and humiliation he received when he was not taken seriously in the imperial city, the glory when he calmed down and forced the palace to ascend the throne, and worked hard for several years to make Chifang enter the prosperous age step by step. He is a wise king praised by everyone, with glory and body, but all of these were destroyed by Yanji in a red night.

He hates.

He complains.

The coldness of that night and the pain from the sword piercing his chest are still in his body. He wants to let those who pushed him into the abyss feel this painful feeling. Let him go back, he is not reconciled.

How can I be content? !

Yun Muzhi's pupils were unfathomably deep, and the surroundings were faintly covered with hideous red. He raised his head abruptly, and said every word: "No."

"His Majesty!"

"This soldier can't retreat!" Yun Muzhi gritted his teeth: "I have worked so hard and spent so many years and ten years to get to where I am now. Does it mean that I will retreat if I say retreat? Seven years, seven years! How can I have a life in this life?" How many seven years?! Now the situation has been decided, success or failure depends on this battle, he is at his peak, and I, Chigata Erlang, am not just waiting for him, how can I be afraid of him?!"

Achimo froze.

The emperor in front of him has always looked plain. He was like this when he was not enthroned. He endured humiliation and endured more hardships. He looked at others coldly and hid his ambitions in the depths.

This is the first time I've seen such an explosive and desperate look.

But even so, Azimo's voice was still calm at the beginning: "I, Chifang Erlang, are naturally not bad, but now I am still not good enough. I know that you have been waiting for so many years, and I am the same. It is not bad to go back now." Willing, but sometimes necessary concessions should be made, just like He Ji did... Your Majesty, this battle is about life and death, if one step is wrong, there will be no chance to wait."

The last sentence hit the scar in Yun Muzhi's heart.

He always felt that he lost in the last life because Yan Ji was like a lunatic at that time, he was defenseless and had no chance to fight back when he regained consciousness, if he could be given more time to plan, he might not lose.

And, indeed, he couldn't afford to lose.

Yun Muzhi closed his eyes, the ferocious emotion in his eyes gradually receded, he sat back, sat quietly for a while, and let out a heavy sigh: "Okay."

"Return to the camp for the time being, and order the soldiers to rectify immediately. If they can recover later, they will continue. If they fail... then they will retreat and start over."

In the end, I was still a little unwilling, and felt that maybe it would be better to wait.

Azimo understood his feelings, and knew that it was very difficult for Yun Muzhi to make such a decision, so he bowed his head and saluted: "Yes."

……

Yan Ji discovered that Chi Fang had suddenly settled down recently.

He was very inconceivable about this, he didn't expect that such an ambitious and resentful person as Yun Muzhi would be willing to stop like this.

Yan Ji thought about his reckless appearance in the previous life, and felt that he was really invincible, and he never thought of going back to save himself when it was the most difficult time.

It's not easy either.

Yan Ji sighed: "How does Tai Tuo feel?"

"Forbearance who is not reconciled, let go of your face, and your heart is cruel enough." Xie Wenzhuo said: "This person can't stay, no matter whether he retreats in the end or not, Da Qi will not be able to whitewash the peace like before."

Yan Ji had a naive and innocent face: "But if Chi Fang voluntarily backs down and writes a letter of surrender, Da Qi will kill them all. Don't talk about being criticized, just talk about such ruthless things. I can't do this stupid and sweet thing. of."

Xie Wenzhuo was still conniving: "It seems that His Majesty has already made plans."

It's not good to talk to people who know themselves too well, and they don't understand the fun at all.

Yan Ji stopped making trouble, and immediately became serious, and took out a letter that had already been written in a book of Nanzhou Travels that was at hand: "Send this letter to Yun Muzhi, and he will read it, and he will I can't bear it anymore, and I will kill the last retreat, so I don't need you and me to worry about it."

Xie Wenzhuo didn't ask any more questions, and responded properly.

Three days later.

It was a rare sunny day.

Yun Muzhi sat in the tent and looked down at the documents from Chifang Kyoto. Although he has been on the throne for so many years, although his power has been stabilized, he is still outside, so he still needs to pay more attention to some things.Fortunately, there is no bad news here, so I feel relieved.

After he finished reading, he asked the attendants beside him, "Is there any movement on the Chimu Terrace?"

"No." The attendant shook his head: "The man has always looked very depressed all these years, and at most he just looks out of the window every day, living a drowsy life."

Yun Muzhi was also aware of his elder brother's character, and didn't feel anything unusual, so he nodded, and was about to call his servants to retreat, when there was a sudden movement on the other side of the curtain, and then there was an announcement: "Your Majesty, sir Send envoys to see you!"

Of course Yun Muzhi would not be so naive as to think that Daqi was here to negotiate peace.

He lowered his eyes: "Xuan."

After a while, Da Qilai envoy walked in with a wooden box in his arms. After entering, he saluted politely, without losing any effort on his face, and then slowly stepped forward and handed over the box in his hand: "It's not a big deal to come here this time. , just as a gift, it is prepared by my emperor, I hope the king will like it."

After saying this, he stood on the side with a smile, and no matter what Yun Muzhi asked, he stopped talking.

Yun Muzhi glanced at him, eyes darkened, and finally stretched out his hand to open the box, a cold light came into his eyes, it was a snow-white long sword.

It's not a very expensive sword, the only special thing is that the hilt is engraved with cloud patterns, which looks more elegant, but Yun Muzhi's pupils shrank suddenly.

This sword engraved with cloud patterns, once entered his dreams in countless dark nights, with deep pain and hatred... He clearly remembered that when Chifang was destroyed and Yanji led the army to break through the capital, it was just like this The sword pierced his heart, and the last image he saw in this world was the sky full of red, and the person standing in the red with expressionless eyes and sneering eyes, and the carved pattern on the hilt of his hand .

Now, Yanji sent it over in the name of Daqi.

What does it mean?

What else could this mean? !

Yun Muzhi trembled all over, grasping the blade of the sword with the palm of his hand, the blood fell into the depth of the box little by little along with the blade, he lowered his head, and saw that there was a letter under the box, already stained with blood.

He picked it up, unfolded it, and there was only one line of writing on it, which caught his eye instantly.

In the next second, the veins on Yun Muzhi's forehead and arms suddenly popped up, his eyes were red, and he waved his hand hysterically. The wooden box and other things on the table fell to the ground with a bang. The attendants outside heard the sound and thought something happened He hurriedly broke into the defense, but only saw Yun Muzhi standing in the mess with a grim expression, shouting: "Get out, get out! Go, go and call Azimo here, go, go!! !"

The crowd was horrified, they hurriedly responded and retreated, terrified, in the chaos, the person who just went in to report was puzzled and said, "Isn't the envoy from Da Qi inside, why did he suddenly disappear?"

Back camp.

Azimo looked at the soldiers who were training in front of him, and heaved a sigh of relief. These days, the situation is good. The soldiers understand the urgency of the current situation, and the training is much more effortful than before. The emperor is also calm, and he has returned to his previous calm and wise Everything seems to be developing for the better.

There's still a chance, and it couldn't be better.

His expression softened, and suddenly he heard someone calling him behind him, the voice sounded very urgent, turned his head, and saw a person rushing towards him, panting after stopping: "general, general, your majesty called You go!"

He was in such a hurry, Azimo also knew that something must have happened, no nonsense, immediately followed him and walked quickly towards the main tent, just as he opened the curtain, a wooden box fell towards him and shattered at his feet open.

Azimo raised his head in astonishment, and Yun Muzhi stood one meter away from him, with a gloomy and ferocious expression like a ghost: "pass on the order, and order my whole army from the red side to come to the city to challenge Daqi. In this battle, I will personally lead the army—— "

"Life and death, success or failure, leave no room!"