The happy life of the devil and the devil

Ling Yucheng has one thing about him, he doesn't look the same when Mount Tai collapses before him.No matter how frightened, furious, distressed, and sad, unless he is pushed to the limit, he will not show the slightest bit on his face, and even the people who are around him every day will not notice anything strange.

Abbreviation, can install.

At this moment, he was in a state of confusion, but when he walked out of the military tent with Xiao Shiyi, and hugged him in front of his horse and walked slowly around the city, he still looked relaxed and spoke softly.Holding the whip in one hand, holding the little guy in his arms with the other, he explained the history of Hanshan City in a low voice, and commented on the military appearance and discipline of the Suluo people at the head of the city.Occasionally lowering your head, you can always feel the little guy's hair rubbing against your chin, and every time you touch it, it is a soft itchy.

"Master..."

"Ok?"

"How long are we going to fight?"

"What? Does Lang'er want to go back?"

"Nothing...just, Master..." The little head was buried more and more, Ling Yucheng couldn't see his expression from behind, he could only see the tender thin red on the tip of the little guy's ear, as he said, he expanded: "Master It's been a lot of hard work. After the fight, you can go home..."

go home?

Ling Yucheng couldn't help but look back at the west.Across Hanshan City, which casts a huge shadow on the ground, across the sea that will take a five-day voyage with the wind, and across the land thousands of miles after landing, in the direction where the setting sun is dyed bloody, is the imperial capital of Beiliang, the majestic palace, It is the child's heart - home.

There's the father, there's the siblings, there's all the blood relatives of the child in the world.

"Yeah, after we capture this city, we, Langer, can go home..."

However, there is not my home.

Yuyang, Beijiang, Qingzhou, Beiliang Imperial Capital, any place in the world is not my home.

Swallowing the next few words silently, Ling Yucheng turned his horse's head and ran towards the north gate of Hanshan City, which is also the gate where the main force of Beiliang's army gathers.

In any case, they still have to go back.Before Little Eleven grows up and can control the entire Suluo with his own strength, the young child cannot leave the protection of his father.And he...

His final destination and ending must be in Beiliang, where Yuan Shao can see.

A gust of cool autumn wind hit his upper body, Ling Yucheng shivered involuntarily, and hugged Xiao Shiyi's arm, tightening it even more.

Don't worry, kid.I have already prepared a plan to capture Suluo King's Capital. If there are no accidents, you will be able to get home before winter arrives.

The horse's hooves have won, and they have reached the bottom of the city in a moment.Hanshan City was built in imitation of Pingluo, but its shape is slightly inferior. The north and south walls each have three gates. The main gate is tall and majestic, but the side gates on both sides are nearly one-third lower.There are two gates on the east and west sides. In addition, the Linjin River, a tributary of the Qingjiang River, meanders through the city. In the northeast and southwest corners of Hanshan City, there are two water gates leading to the outside of the city, transporting infinite water for the capital of the king. Endless wealth.

At this moment, Beiliang's army had set up camp around Hanshan City.According to the law of encircling three ques and one, Xuanjia guards are facing the north gate, Guangwu guards are stationed at the east gate, and Baishan guards are facing the west gate.Only the south was empty, and only the cavalry patrolled from time to time, cutting down a Suluo man who wanted to rush out to report the news, or stopping the Suluo soldiers who tried to rush through the defense line into the city, and directly captured the main battalion of Lingyu City.

On the city, banners were flying, and soldiers guarding the city were rushing back and forth in a hurry. In Ling Yucheng's eyes, they looked nervous like headless flies.

The siege army had already assembled, and even the siege equipment such as ladders, siege pillars, well rails, and crossbow carts were lined up under the city. The setting sun was chilly and the weather was severe.Most of these equipment were disassembled into parts and transported from Beiliang with great pains, and some were copied from the treasuries of Pingye, Jinchuan and other cities, and were urgently refitted and dragged to Hanshan City.Ling Yucheng calculated carefully and tried his best to attack the city before. He was not willing to use one of them to attack the city, but he was waiting to blast him out in one breath in Suluo King's Capital.

In addition to the main army, another battalion was set up, which was the Suluo army that had been urgently reorganized these days and transferred to the foot of Hanshan City.A total of [-] people, in terms of numbers alone, has surpassed the Beiliang army that is preparing to attack the city at this moment.

No matter what, I can make up the number... Although I don't expect to take the city by force, if I can't create enough pressure, the next scene will not be easy to sing.Ling Yucheng stood on his horse and looked into the distance for a moment, then turned his head, and raised his chin towards He Liu who had followed up at some point:

"The one caught by Wenxi, Xiao..."

"Xiao Congyu."

"Bring it up to me."

"Yes!"

After giving an order, not long after, the two Xuanjia guards pushed and pushed a person over.Ling Yucheng stared at him, the young man who was quite brave when he was captured was already a little out of shape at the moment, only a pair of angry eyes were still staring at Ling Yucheng viciously, refusing to move a little.

Signaling his subordinates to tie him on the horse, Ling Yucheng rode his horse and approached, condescendingly staring down at the struggling son of Duke Xun, and said calmly:

"Let you go back, and bring me a sentence to the King of Suluo: Kaesong surrendered within three days, and the ancestral temple and the state can still be preserved. After three days, all jade and stone will be burned—"

"Don't call it unpredictable!"

If it was an unknown soldier who was sent back, then, under the current situation of confrontation between the two armies, he would even be shot and killed by the defenders under Hanshan City.

If it was any city guard on Ling Yucheng's marching route, then Ling Yucheng's threat of "death to death" would never cause much shock.After all, along the way, Ling Yucheng did not commit any massacres, and Xuanjiawei's military discipline was even better than most of Su Luo's army.

However, it happened to be this first-class honorable son of Su Luo who cried and complained in the hall, exchanging blood and tears.

"8000 people, they killed 8000 people! They don't want to massacre the city, but use ten times as many heads to pay homage to their own soldiers... Those who were defeated in the plains, I brought to the front line, and Wenxi The surrounding defenders don’t have this number in total, and the number of those who can surrender to them alive is less than [-]! Next, the people who will be killed are the common people..."

"How many people can there be in such a small county? There are less than 4000 young men and strong women. After forcing them to dig a hole, they immediately pushed down with swords, swords and halberds. Then there are old people, old women, Children over the age of ten are driven to the pit in batches!"

"It is true that they were killed by counting the heads, and that they killed enough and immediately sealed the knife-so what! In such a large county, at the end of the killing, there are only a few pregnant women left, dozens of children at the age of ten at the most, and the youngest at the age of one month." Tong Baobao! They can't even walk away from Wenxi, and they can't survive!"

Painful voices, chills.

Thinking of the city that was engulfed by the fire and buried tens of thousands of innocent souls, there were only dozens of pregnant women and children wandering around in a daze, unable to walk far or run away. Those young children did not know how to get food and water. The baby can only slowly die of starvation and thirst... All the monarchs and ministers listening in the hall felt a chill from the soles of their feet to their spines.

But what can be said?Said that Beiliang people should not kill indiscriminately?Arguing with the enemy that this is really a ridiculous joke, besides, being provoked by Jingguan and repaying it ten times does not seem to be an indiscriminate killing.So, should we blame Xiao Congyu for not killing so many Beiliang people before, or lament that there are too few people in Wenxi?

...In any case, when thinking of the prosperous Suluo capital, one day it will become such a ghost land, no one can immediately make up his mind to say the word "war".

But surrender? ...Hundreds of years of ancestral foundation, just like this, hand it over?

That night, in the Xingyuan of Lingyu City, the envoy of King Suluo was welcomed.

"I am in the remote border of Suro. Since the king came to the throne, he has practiced benevolence and righteousness, and has never offended your country. Dare I ask your country, why did you invade my territory for no reason?"

"Since the king came to the throne...?" Ling Yucheng lowered his eyebrows and played with the thin porcelain cup in his hand, which was as bright as the bright moon, without even looking at the envoy.The weak tea smoke curled up from the cup, making even the murderous look between his brows ambiguous as if covered with a veil:

"Your Majesty? Who made it?"

"This—" the envoy froze abruptly.Different from Beiliang and Yuxia, a small country like Suluo has always been a vassal of a big country, and their monarch must also be canonized by the suzerain country.But Suluo's suzerain country was never Beiliang——

"In the first year of Jiayou, Emperor Yuxia Renzong sent an envoy to confer the title."

"Humph!"

A cold snort blocked back all the envoy's unfinished intentions.He glanced up quickly, Ling Yucheng still had the same casual look just now, holding the teacup in one hand, resting the other hand casually on the table, tapping the table with his fingertips lightly.The even sound of "Dou Duo" is not very high, but every time it hits, it seems like the memory is hit in the heart.

"...Yu Xia has been running south for more than a hundred years." In the silence, a voice that should not appear in the military tent rang out.The envoy turned his head suddenly, only to find a boy sitting upright on Ling Yucheng's left.The child was only six or seven years old, with narrow sleeves in brocade clothes, and a small golden crown shining brightly in the firelight.Although he is young, his pink and jade-carved face is full of solemnity that does not match his age:

"Er Country doesn't know the destiny, it doesn't follow the people's will, and now it still serves Yu Xia Zhengshuo, and treats me like nothing! Now, why do we have to raise troops for no reason?!"

The immature child's voice is sonorous and powerful, the tone is frustrating and high-spirited, and it is as clear as gold and stone.The envoy was taken aback for a moment, and hastily bowed his head:

"I'm sorry, I don't know if you are..."

"This is the eleventh prince under the knee of my Emperor Tiantong." Ling Yucheng took over the conversation lightly: "Why, don't you even call yourself a foreign minister?"

It seems that you are still the empress of Beiliang, and you didn't pick up this courtesy before—the envoy silently slandered.But I dare not say this out loud. A man who used to be Yu Xia's general became the Queen of Beiliang. Who knows what he thinks?If the sound of "queen" stepped on his painful feet, and this evil star became angry, wouldn't it be wrong for Hanshan City to be destroyed.

However, the other side of Suluo's border has long been turned into Beiliang. It seems that Yu Xia will not be able to regain her homeland in another 100 years, and she insists on holding on to the crooked neck tree. Trouble, I have enough patience...

He immediately knelt down and said, "Foreign ministers pay respects to the Eleventh Prince of Great Liang! Your Highness Wan'an!"

When the messenger left in a hurry, a schoolboy in black quietly walked into the big tent and handed Ling Yucheng a letter with both hands.

"My lord, this is a secret letter from the entourage of the Suluo envoy to your lord."

The author has something to say: In the heavy snow solar term, when the air conditioner is not turned on at home, in the magic city with the lowest temperature of 10 degrees Celsius, at 30:[-] p.m.

The landlord, on the back of his hand, was bitten by a mosquito...

What luck!

Ps:

A certain stick in history is such a wonderful thing. It has been bordering the Liao Kingdom for hundreds of years, and has been enshrined in the Song Dynasty; the Ming Dynasty has died for hundreds of years, and the clothes and cultural relics are still the old Ming Dynasty...

It's a miracle it wasn't wiped out.