A Piece of Li Song Changting Twilight

Wushu couldn't attack Yingtian Mansion by force, but suffered heavy losses in the resistance of the well-prepared Mu soldiers.Wu Shu felt that he had suffered a great humiliation, and he was even more unwilling to retreat, putting all his chips on the strong attack desperately.

On the first day, the corpses of Manye Jin soldiers and horses were left outside the city gate.Facing an unbreakable city like Tianfu, the cavalry is like meat delivered to the door, and there is no room for discussion, so they can only be slaughtered.

As a result, the morale of Ying Tianfu, who had been sluggish, was greatly boosted.

The unwilling Wushu continued to attack the city the next day, but Zhao Pingzhen still couldn't hold out.

On the third day, the golden soldiers reappeared on the plain. The gate of Yingtian Mansion, which had been waiting for a long time, slowly opened, and several groups of infantry rushed out of the city, quickly forming formations on the plain.

The Jin soldiers couldn't believe their eyes, they were still dazed when Wu Shu gave the order to charge, thinking that they were hallucinating from starvation.

In fact, Mu Jun could wait for the Jin Bing to retreat by himself. The Wushu Army could not survive for at most five days without food and grass. A battle to vent the grievances accumulated over the years; the generals also want to fight, they really need a victory to boost morale;

When the golden soldiers first charged, the crossbowmen of the Mu army lined up in front of the formation, shooting arrows at the charging troops like rain, and saw countless golden soldiers fall from their horses; when the golden soldiers approached, the crossbowmen quickly withdrew into the formation , Soldiers holding iron shields rushed to the front, shoulder to shoulder with each other to set up an impenetrable shield formation to resist the offensive of the golden cavalry; The top stabs the golden soldiers off the horse.Even if the Jin soldiers were not afraid of death, the horses were instinctively afraid, and panicked when they arrived in front of the Mu army formation; moreover, the Jin soldiers and horses had not filled their stomachs for several days, and were hit by iron shields, and many The war horse has already retreated exhausted.

After two consecutive days of victories, Mu Bing's morale was at its peak, while Jin Bing was hungry, so how could there be any morale to speak of?From the beginning of this battle, Jin Bing had already fallen into a very disadvantageous situation.

However, Mu Bing still underestimated the fighting power of the Jinren.

At this moment, Wu Shu was on the verge of breaking the boat. He knew that he couldn't win Yingtian Mansion, but he felt that he would lose face by going back like this, and losing face was worse than death for him.When he saw Mu Bing go out to fight, all he thought was to kill one more, and if he killed one more, he could earn more face for him.

The bravest Jin soldiers rushed to the front of the formation, jumped directly into the Mu army formation from their horses, and chopped down one by one with their knives.The Mu soldiers thought that with the iron shield as protection, they would be safe for the time being. Unexpectedly, the golden man arrived in the blink of an eye, and was almost killed by surprise.Furthermore, not long after this formation was practiced, the soldiers did not fit well. A few golden men jumped into the formation to charge, and the shield soldiers in the front row lost their positions, and the golden men broke through a gap in a short while.

Zhang Chen, who personally commanded the battle, saw that the formation was almost disrupted, and desperately blew the military whistle and waved the military flag to adjust the formation, but he couldn't block the gap that was torn by the golden soldiers.

Seeing the situation under the city turn around little by little, Zhao Pingzhen, who was standing on the city wall, turned pale: "It's a mess! It's a mess!"

Even Qin Xiaolou couldn't help shaking his head.

Zhao Pingzhen shouted: "Ma Ban!"

Ma Ban, who was waiting at the side, immediately stepped forward and knelt down on one knee: "This subordinate is here!"

Zhao Pingzhen said: "Lead five hundred cavalry and go to reinforce them quickly!"

Seeing the cavalry joining the battle, the infantry also breathed a sigh of relief. Under the command of Zhang Jiu, they adjusted their formation to cooperate with the cavalry, and strangled the aliens who broke into the formation!

Zhao Pingzhen still had a pale face, and said coldly: "Da Mu raised these bastards! After this battle, the first thing to do is to train these bastards who will not fight themselves!"

Qin Xiaolou was staring at the battle situation under the city, thoughtful.

The battle ended up being more tragic than anyone expected.Jin Bing, who had been hungry for three days, was still extremely brave. With a spirit of perishing together, he actually broke through the formation of Mu Bing several times, and even almost rushed to the gate of Yingtian Mansion several times. The rest of the people went to block the city gate.

The battle was fought from early morning to afternoon, and the longer the fight, the more powerful the Jin soldiers were.The development of the matter deviated from the expectations of Mu Jun's side, so that Zhao Pingzhen had to transfer reinforcements from the guards in the city again and again.

Wu Shu was dead after all, but before he died, he personally killed more than [-] mu soldiers. Afterwards, almost no one dared to approach him. The shield soldiers defended him, and finally the crossbowmen shot him into a hedgehog.

At dusk, the loess outside the city had been stained black with blood, and the scattered soldiers of the Mu army were searching for the corpses of their colleagues outside the city. It won, but it still became a joke.

When military strategist Yang Renwei sent the roughly counted number of casualties to Zhao Pingzhen, Zhao Pingzhen looked at the figure, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out—this figure was twice the estimated maximum casualty figure determined by his military strategists after several debates. It's more than doubled!

Even sending Wushu's head to His Royal Highness King Rui did not calm his anger. He ordered people to flog Wushu's body eight hundred times, and hang Wushu's head on the city wall for ten days. .

When Qin Xiaolou arrived, Zhao Pingzhen was drinking alone in the room.

Qin Xiaolou snatched the wine cup from his hand, and Zhao Pingzhen looked up at him expressionlessly, with that look, winning a battle is more sinister than losing a battle.

Qin Xiaolou sighed slightly, and said: "Your Highness is drinking here, it is better to drink with the soldiers and reward them for winning the battle."

Zhao Pingzhen just sneered: "Injury one thousand to the enemy, eight hundred self-injury. How dare you claim victory in this kind of battle?"

Qin Xiaolou sat down beside him, gently placed his hand on his, and said softly, "You have to take it step by step."

Zhao Pingzhen kept a straight face and said nothing. After a while, he stood up suddenly and walked out without saying a word.

Qin Xiaolou chased after him in surprise: "Your Highness?"

Zhao Pingzhen left a sentence without looking back: "Go and reward the soldiers!"

When passing under the city gate, Qin Xiaolou saw the bloody Wushu head that had been hung up, couldn't help shivering, and hurried to Zhao Pingzhen's side.

Zhao Pingzhen stopped and glanced at him, then continued walking.

Qin Xiaolou smiled with a pale face, "I heard that His Highness ordered his head to be hung for ten days?"

Zhao Pingzhen said coldly: "What?"

Qin Xiaolou sighed slightly, and asked slowly: "Then——when does His Majesty plan to leave Yingtian Mansion?"

Zhao Pingzhen's footsteps stopped again, but he didn't show any surprise: "What do you and Zhang Jie say?"

Qin Xiaolou replied concisely: "As soon as possible."

Zhao Pingzhen continued to walk forward without saying a word. After walking for a long way, he suddenly laughed, shook his head and sighed: "This is really a complete defeat. In the end, we still have to give our companions to the golden dog—— First the capital, then the accompanying capital, and then what?"

Qin Xiaolou also laughed, but his face became paler.

Walking to a deserted alley, Zhao Pingzhen suddenly lowered his voice, and said to himself in a voice that only Qin Xiaolou could hear: "If I were the emperor, I would definitely be in Tianfu——Lin'an, that's really too much." It's south."

However, when it came time to reward the soldiers, Zhao Pingzhen and Qin Xiaolou were relieved to find that the soldiers were more optimistic than them—although only a few thousand of their compatriots had died outside the city just now, they had indeed won a battle. In exchange for his life, the entire Wushu Army was annihilated, and in exchange for the safety of Ying Tianfu.

There are many soldiers with tears in their eyes, some are sad for their newly-dead brothers, and some are genuinely happy——Zhao Pingzhen stood in front of a certain person for a long time, making sure that he was really weeping with joy, and suddenly became confused —Should he be happy?

After rewarding the army, Qin Xiaolou went back to the army to deal with affairs, while Zhao Pingzhen was in no mood, leaving everyone alone and going back.

That night, Qin Xiaolou came to Zhao Pingzhen's residence, but saw Zhao Pingzhen standing in the yard, holding something in his hand, staring at the moon in a daze.

Qin Xiaolou stepped forward and saw clearly what was in his hand - it was a blood jade pendant.He thought for a while, then pondered: "Is this Meng Shaowei's?"

Zhao Pingzhen responded lightly, put the jade pendant back into his arms, and led Qin Xiaolou to a stone table: "Sit."

As expected, Qin Xiaolou lifted his robe and sat down.

Zhao Pingzhen said: "Shaowei once told me before his death that the shroud of horse leather is the only way he can accept death. I don't understand if I haven't been on the battlefield, but now I understand a little bit."

Qin Xiaolou raised his eyebrows: "Then if he is still alive, will His Highness still do what he did before?"

Zhao Pingzhen didn't think for a long time and said: "Yes. I have no choice, and neither does he. Don't say that I don't have the right to save him. Even if I am the emperor, I will let him die as well—and, it is even more necessary for him to die. .”

Qin Xiaolou smiled, took the blood jade pendant from his hand, and rubbed it gently in his palm to feel the warmth of the jade. It must be someone who has worn it close to his body for many years to cultivate the jade like this.However, the jade didn't stay in his hands for long before Zhao Pingzhen snatched it back, and said coldly: "You shouldn't touch it."

Under the reflection of the moonlight, Qin Xiaolou's expression looked a bit resentful: "Does Zhenqing love him?"

Zhao Pingzhen paused for a moment and said, "That's not important."

Qin Xiaolou bent his eyes and smiled, and said angrily, "Isn't Zhenqing afraid that I'll be jealous?"

Zhao Pingzhen gave him a very strange look, and really saw a bit of banter in Qin Xiaolou's eyes.He said with an almost cruel expression: "He is plum blossom in my heart."

Qin Xiaolou was taken aback, and even though he knew he couldn't say anything good later, he almost blurted out and asked, "Oh? Then what am I?"

Zhao Pingzhen said: "Yang Hua."

Qin Xiaolou's eyes became more and more crooked: "Xiaoyuan's peaches and plums are in the wind, but Yanghua is flying freely."

Zhao Pingzhen stared at his sparkling eyes, and sighed with a half-smile: "You will put good sentences on yourself." But even so, he didn't say anything to hurt Qin Xiaolou.

That night, Zhao Pingzhen had a dream.

The beginning of the dream was that Meng Jinling was wearing a black gold-painted war robe standing on the open plain, with white catkins flying behind him, and it was hard to see whether it was snowflakes or plum blossoms.His voice was as ethereal as dust: "Zhao Zhenqing, you have failed many people in your life."

Then the scene changed, and it turned into a mansion of a certain family.

When he was ten years old, he walked through the backyard and saw Qin Xiaolou, who was seven years old, standing under a plum tree. He was wearing a red brocade padded jacket, which wrapped him like a ball, making him look even smaller. The face is white and tender.

At that time, a strong wind blew in the yard, and white catkins fell from Qin Xiaolou's side.

He smiled slightly, pointed the fan in his hand at Qin Xiaolou, and asked the attendant beside him, "Who is this person?"

The attendant replied: "Qin Xiaolou, son of servant Qin Wuya."

He smiled and said, "Interesting, interesting. This son is Ruomei."