Dream Hua Embers Records

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, and the officials who went to the Yuanjun camp to negotiate a peace came and went every day, but there was still no result.It is heard that the Yuan army asked the prince to go out of the suburbs as a hostage before agreeing to peace talks, but the emperor refused to send the prince into the den of the tiger and wolf.

The peace talks have been sticking together without any progress.

Early this morning, the sky was dark, with black clouds rolling and surging.The sunlight can only be sprinkled down from the gaps in the clouds, line by line, like feathered arrows shooting out.Right above the city, there is a red cloud, like a belt, stretching for ten miles, the color is bright red, making people feel faintly ominous.

After Zhu'er finished her dressing, she led Zixiao to climb the mountain to have a look.She has been like this every day for the past few days. The petite girl in a gorilla felt cloak and the maid in a blue satin floral jacket skirt stop and stare at the top of Longevity Mountain every day, which has become a sight in Daliang City.

The horseshoe was so good, it was the negotiating envoy who left the suburbs yesterday, and drove straight into the city gate.In the past few days, Pearl had seen many such scenes, but this time it was obviously different.Because the horse was so fast, it galloped like flying, and it still didn't stop when it reached the gate of the Forbidden Palace.

It seems that... something happened?Pearl's heart was filled with uneasiness.

Then, she found the answer.

A burst of earth-shattering drums shattered the quiet morning, and also shattered the tranquility of the past few days.

The Yuan army started the general attack again.

Under the cloudy sky, feather arrows, fire arrows, and cannon stones all fell like rain and hail.The enemy buildings of Jinglongmen and Shuntianmen were all on fire.

On the top of the four-walled city, the red and yellow banners of Zhao fell down one after another, or were shot with arrows and burned.Those figures of Zhao Jun flashed in the gaps between the parapet walls, and then fell down and were never seen again...

Suddenly, a large black flag stood upright on the top of the city, with a golden word "Yuan" on it.Pearl was startled.

Immediately afterwards, the flag fell down again.Pearl immediately felt relieved.

However, another black flag was erected, followed by a second, and a third... Gradually, on Jinglongmen, the number of black flags has surpassed that of red flags, and there are more figures in black iron armor than red ones. .Then came Shuntianmen, Jinyaomen...

Those rout soldiers wearing red collars fell, rolled, and climbed from the city... or scattered into the streets and alleys in embarrassment, or crawled feebly, discarded armor and weapons were scattered all over the place, and sometimes there were bloodstains Drifting and dripping, throwing around, it seems that the cruel hands of the sky are using cinnabar to describe death stroke by stroke.

Suddenly I heard a loud shout: "Yuan Bing has already gone to the city!"

This voice, amidst the sound of arrows and stones, was exceptionally clear, and it was unknown which commoner it came from.

Immediately, one cry turned into thousands of voices, like echoes, the voices became louder and louder, like thunder, shaking everyone's eardrums... Then a noisy buzzing sounded , followed by an earth-shattering clamor: desperate cries, shrill trombones, sobbing wailing... The people in Daliang, who fell into despair, formed a stark contrast with the black flags that were flying down the wind one after another at the top of the city .

Zhu'er's heart was beating wildly along with this huge and shocking cry of grief, her whole body was trembling involuntarily, tears poured out uncontrollably.

In the east, south, and north, tens of thousands of rout soldiers abandoned the city and collided with the people who were crying and running around in a daze.All the people are pushing each other, rushing, cursing... fighting for a way out for themselves.

Finally, the road of life turned into a road of blood, and each other faced each other with swords.I don't know whether the rout soldiers killed the common people, or the common people picked up the weapons on the side of the road and killed the rout soldiers. In short, the corpses on the road gradually increased, stretching all the way, and sprinkled into the city.

It seems that the smell of blood drove people crazy, or that they could not find an outlet to vent their grief and anger. People waved their weapons and killed those innocent compatriots. The soldiers killed the generals, the generals killed the civil officials, and the civil officials killed the common people... Military generals complained that civil servants negotiated peace and wronged the country, civil servants complained that military generals did not defend well, common people complained that soldiers did not want to kill the enemy to be loyal, soldiers complained that common people made noises and riots...or there is no reason at all, just someone blocking his way, he must die!As for where his path is headed and where he can survive, I am afraid that the person holding the blood-stained sharp blade is also confused.

People trampled on each other and slaughtered each other.The living fled and scattered into the streets, while the dead and the wounded slept together, crying out in grief.Blood and blood merge together, gurgling and flowing... This scene is like hell.

Corresponding to the chaos below the city, it was the purge on the city. Black flags fluttered in the wind at intervals, stretching all the way, gradually enclosing the entire Daliang City.

Until, on the four walls of Daliang City, there was no longer a trace of red representing Da Zhao, and the thunderous drum sounded again.Calm, solemn, neither slow nor fast.The sound of the drum seemed to indicate that Yuan Jun had already taken control of everything.

Every sound of the drum was accompanied by the wailing of the people in Daliang, like a desperate chorus, which made people feel sad to death, but they wanted to cry without tears.

Pearl couldn't help thinking of something called "copper plate play" that she used to play when she was a child.The little people in the play are made of paper, with a circle of oblique pig bristles glued to the base, and placed on a copper plate.As long as the copper plate is knocked, they will rotate and move, and match the weapons in their hands, as if they are slashing and fighting.

This Daliang City is the copper plate, the compatriots who killed each other are those villains, and the Yuan army beating the drums at the top of the city is the hand that beat the copper plate, right?It used to be a common toy for children, but when Zhu Er was three or five years old, she got tired of playing it and threw it aside, when she suddenly remembered it, she felt that this toy was a little more cruel out of thin air.

In the imperial palace, the imperial decree was frequently circulated: the defenders should retreat to the inner city to escort them.

The generals from all walks of life led the decree to purge, and the defeated troops gradually entered the sea like a trickle, gradually deploying defenses in the inner city.

There were also some people from the outer city who led their families to step on the ice from the Bian River and poured into the inner city. Suddenly, the sound of the ice cracking was heard endlessly, and countless people died of drowning.

Those people who were lucky enough to enter the inner city gradually gathered at Nanxun Gate because they had nowhere to go.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the top of the city closest to Nanxun Gate, and arrows rained down, and the people who were clustered together fell down one after another like the wheat where the sickle passed by when mowing wheat.

There were too many arrows too fast, the people in the outer circle fled in all directions, but the people in the inner circle failed to react in time, and were crushed and entangled by the corpses, and instantly became arrow targets.Corpses were superimposed on top of each other, like a hill, until the living and the dead were exhausted, there were bursts of unbridled laughter from the top of the city.

In front of Nanxun Gate, on the empty field that Huangbang looked down upon, a hill of human flesh suddenly appeared, with countless feathered arrows stuck there, like a huge hedgehog.The blood turned into a red pond.Looking at it from a height, it looks like an eye with a cracked canthus, looking angrily at the sky.

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