Lee Yu trusted Crown Prince Chong Ming, who had known her for many years. That was why she betrayed and killed in the capital of the Yan Kingdom tonight. Xian Zhilang trusted Lee Yu, but he was an intelligent Imperial General. He did not forget to make his own arrangements while cooperating with the Yan Kingdom according to Lee Yu's request.
To be on the safe side, he arranged an escape route for the thousands of Tang armored cavalrymen who had sneaked into the capital. That escape route was the most inconspicuous East City Gate.
The military order was passed from the restaurant to all parts of the capital through fireworks and death knights. The Tang cavalrymen fought bravely towards the East City Gate and gradually gathered.
If the Tang cavalrymen were allowed to gather and rush out of the gate into the wilderness, then the death zone would become a survival zone. It would be very difficult to wipe out the thousands of cavalrymen.
Chong Ming and Long Qing had such a good opportunity after years of forbearance and disguise. How could they allow such a thing to happen? So they closed the city gates at the beginning of the battle.
The Yan people were very cruel. The city gates were not closed like usual. Instead, they were sealed with heavy iron gates and ten-thousand-kilogram stones. In this way, when they reopened the gates after the battle, they would have to use a lot of labor. Even if the Tang army reached the city gates, they would not be able to get out.
The only variable was the East City Gate. This was the survival route that Xian Zhilang had left for the Tang army. Naturally, he had made arrangements here. Several military powerhouses with more than a hundred Tang soldiers had already taken control of this place.
The heavy iron gate was suspended in mid-air, and the ten thousand kilogram stone was only a few feet away from rolling down the tunnel. The ground outside the city gate was covered in blood, and the corpses of the Yan Kingdom's soldiers were lying in a pool of blood.
It could be imagined how dangerous and bloody the previous battle was.
The Tang army stood on the waist of the city wall and looked at the city in the night. They listened to the shouting and the sound of buildings collapsing in the distance. Their faces were full of anxiety.
At this time, the Yan army in the city was attracted by the powerful Tang cavalrymen. Even if someone noticed the movement at the East City Gate, there was no way to mobilize a strong enough army.
But they could not hold on forever.
They only hoped to see their comrades as soon as possible.
The sound of hooves gradually rose.
The faces of the Tang Army were filled with surprise.
However, moments later, the surprise on their faces turned into anger and disappointment.
Many people wearing black priest robes arrived at the East City Gate.
The person at the front was wearing a silver mask.
It was Prince Long Qing and his fallen commander.
Black peach blossoms bloomed.
An expert of the Tang Army punched the black peach blossom with a thunderous punch.
The black peach blossom petals trembled slightly.
Another expert of the Tang army jumped down from the city wall.
Several powerhouses of the Tang army attacked Long Qing together with tacit understanding.
In their eyes, the Fallen Commanders did not exist at all. There was only the silver-masked man.
The aura of heaven and earth suddenly became turbulent and uneasy.
The thick skin of the city wall peeled off.
The ancient bricks began to tremble.
After an unknown amount of time.
There was a loud bang.
The ten thousand catty stone fell.
The iron gate fell heavily to the ground.
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"We've lost the east gate."
One of the subordinates looked at the warning firework rising from the east, and his face turned ashen.
Xian Zhilang stopped, but the expression on his face remained calm.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Since we can't leave, then we won't."
"Tell all the Battalion Generals that the Vanguard Battalion is now facing the Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace. Tell them that if they don't want to miss such an interesting thing, then they should all go to the Archway of the Archway of the West-Hill Divine Palace. Then they can go to the Imperial Palace."
"Tell them that the goal of the war has changed. Now we only have two goals. The first is to kill all the cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace. The second is to burn down the Imperial Palace of the Yan Kingdom and kill the Yan Emperor."
After a moment of silence, Xian Zhilang said, "If we can achieve these two goals, then even if we die here like idiots, we will have an explanation to the elders of the Tang Empire."
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Throughout the night, the whole of Chengjing was shaking.
The iron gate at the East City Gate was also shaking. From time to time, there was a dull sound of impact and the sound of punches, kicks and knives. After a long time, there was no more sound.
The sky was getting brighter.
Chengjing became much quieter during the day. Only the sound of chasing and fighting could be heard occasionally. The government began to organize civilian workers and government runners to clean up the streets.
At noon, the iron gate at the East City Gate was finally pulled up.
There were dead bodies everywhere in front of the iron gate. Some of them were from the Tang Empire, some were from the Yan Empire, and some were dressed in strange black robes. As the iron gate was pulled up, the blood that had not completely coagulated flowed out like a stream.
Looking at this tragic scene, the civilian workers and soldiers of the Yan Empire were extremely pale. Especially when they saw the deep palm prints and knife marks on the iron gate, they were even more frightened. They secretly wondered if the Tang Army was human. How could they have such a terrible determination in such a desperate situation?
The Yan Empire and the Tang Empire had been enemies for many years, but they had never won on the battlefield. They had always been humiliated and bullied. The battle last night was undoubtedly the biggest victory that the Yan Empire had ever won against the Tang Empire. It was worthy of being written in a book to express the grievances of the Yan people over the years.
In the face of such a victory, the whole country should be celebrating. However, there was no such atmosphere in Chengjing at this time. The people who won were not happy at all.
People were cleaning up the broken bodies on the street in fear and disgust. They used brooms to sweep the scattered organs. No one knew how many Yan soldiers and grassland cavalrymen had been trampled into meat paste by the Tang cavalry.
There were still sporadic fights in some streets, but no Yan people dared to go near. Only the Yan soldiers and grassland barbarians held weapons and searched around in fear. In the corner of the street, a young Yan soldier found a Tang cavalryman who was not completely dead. He kept slashing with his knife, looking extremely numb and mechanical.
The Tang soldier was long dead. At this time, he had been slashed so many times, but he did not feel much pain. He looked up indifferently at the young Yan soldier, his eyes full of sarcasm.
He spat at the Yan soldier. There were countless holes in his chest and he was about to stop breathing. The spittle was bloody and could not reach far. It fell on his own chest and then he died.
The young Yan soldier was startled. He threw away his knife and ran away crying.
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In the northeast of Chengjing.
Outside the old prince's mansion of Prince Long Qing.
Hundreds of Yan soldiers and grassland cavalrymen surrounded the place.
In front of the prince's mansion, there were many corpses of Tang soldiers. Most of them were covered with arrows. A few Tang soldiers had attacked the stone steps, but they could not go any further.
There were also a few Tang soldiers standing on the street, surrounded by the heavy siege.
They protected Xian Zhilang in the middle.
Xian Zhilang was covered in blood, but his face was expressionless.
After a while, a few more Tang soldiers fell to the ground.
Now only Xian Zhilang and the general of the Imperial Guard Camp were left.
The general looked around at the approaching enemies and suddenly asked, "General, if we die now, will it be a disgrace to the Tang Empire?"
Xian Zhilang said, "All the fault is His Highness and me. It has nothing to do with you."
The general said, "That's good. Please send me off, General."
Xian Zhilang laughed and coughed. He said, "Not you?"
The general said seriously, "According to the military law of the Tang Empire, I must die before you."
Xian Zhilang stopped smiling and drew out his sword. He said, "You know my swordsmanship is terrible. Please forgive me."
The general said, "General, we have been disrespectful since you came to Tuyang City. Please forgive us."
Xian Zhilang nodded and chopped down with his sword.
Then he looked in the direction of the palace of the Yan Kingdom with a look of regret.
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The front door of the prince's mansion opened and Crown Prince Chong Ming walked out.
The army gradually separated and Prince Long Qing walked in from the periphery.
The two looked at Xian Zhilang who was standing with his sword. They had successfully schemed against the Tang general, who was known for his intelligence, and finally won. But they did not feel much joy.
Looking at the weak general, Long Qing even felt a little cold.
In the battle last night, he had suffered a serious knife wound on his shoulder.
The power of the Tang Empire's cavalry was too terrifying. The violent and unreasonable counterattack at the end had almost rudely destroyed his whole plan.
At the end of the battle, when the Tang Army had lost, Xian Zhilang organized a beheading in a very short time. If he had not been protected by two Martial Arts powerhouses from the West-Hill Divine Palace, he would have died in that assassination. The situation would have changed.
Xian Zhilang looked at Crown Prince Chong Ming and asked, "How does it feel to be a traitor?"
Crown Prince Chong Ming was still graceful and said, "Everyone has the right to say that I'm a traitor, but you Tangs don't. For countless years, the Yan Kingdom has been bullied. During the reign of Marquis Xia, the Yan Kingdom suffered even more. I don't know how many innocent people died under the Tang cavalry. If I join hands with you, it will be a real betrayal. "
Long Qing walked to Crown Prince Chong Ming and asked Xian Zhilang, "The Tang Army's bravery is indeed extraordinary. What I don't understand now is why you haven't killed yourself?"
Xian Zhilang said, "I just want to ask a few questions."
"What questions?"
"The same question as before. I don't understand why Crown Prince Chong Ming would join hands with you to set up such a trap. I believe Her Highness in Chang 'an will also not understand when she knows the truth."
"You Tangs always like to flaunt the Great Harmony of the world. You think that you can really ignore the country after accepting foreigners to be officials in the court and teach in the Academy. In fact, you have such a mentality because you have been strong enough in the past years. You have no idea what other people are thinking."
Crown Prince Chong Ming said, "I have been a hostage in Chang 'an for so many years. I have a good relationship with Sister Li Yu, and some Tang officials even advised me to stay in Chang' an to be an official. But have you ever thought about what the years in Chang 'an mean to me? Have you ever thought that I am a Yan after all? "
Xian Zhilang said after a moment of silence, "The reason why I believe in Her Highness' plan and am willing to trust you is that I know very well that you and Prince Long Qing can't coexist. Whether it is for the throne of the Yan Kingdom or for survival, you should want him to die."
Crown Prince Chong Ming said, "Everything is just an illusion. We two brothers actually had a good relationship when we were young. Later on, when our mother's families confronted each other, it had nothing to do with us. Because we knew very well what each other wanted since we were young. I want the throne of the secular world, but he has his eyes on the secular world. And the only thing that we brothers really want is to destroy your Tang Empire."
Xian Zhilang shook his head and said, "Desire is endless. Even if you have your eyes on the secular world, you are not willing to abandon the prosperity of the secular world. Otherwise, why would the West-Hill Divine Palace do such things in the human world? And there is already a blood feud between your clansmen, which cannot be forgiven. One day, you will regret today's decision. "
Long Qing had been silent until now, and then he said, "You are indeed a wise general of the Tang Empire, known for your wisdom. Even when you are about to die, you still do not forget to leave a nail in our hearts."
Crown Prince Chong Ming said, "Even if there is a day when we fight, I will not regret today's choice. You Tangs have never been defeated for thousands of years. You don't know how crazy that feeling of humiliation is. For hundreds of years, you have humiliated us, and today, it will become the power to destroy you. For this purpose, whether it is me or Long Qing, we are willing to give everything."
"Destroy the Tang Empire?"
Xian Zhilang laughed and looked at the Yan brothers. He said with emotion, "After all, you have overestimated yourselves. The Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace are all dead. I believe that the strength that you have accumulated for many years has all been used in this battle. In the end, you can only die with us."
Crown Prince Chong Ming's face became a little gloomy. He knew that Xian Zhilang's judgment was right. In order to annihilate all the cavalrymen of the Northeast Border Military of the Tang Empire, the Yan Kingdom had paid a heavy price.
After the battle last night, although the thousands of terrifying black armored cavalrymen of the Tang Empire could no longer appear in the world, the casualties of the Yan army and the grassland cavalrymen were almost ten times that of the enemy.
What was more shocking was that the more than a thousand Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace, which he and Long Qing relied on to win the battle, were all annihilated by the exhausted Tang cavalrymen in the final battle!
Could such a painful victory really be called a victory?
"I know what you want to say. You want to say that there are still many soldiers of the Northeast Border Military who have not entered Capital Cheng. But I regret to tell you that I did not bring all the grassland cavalrymen into Capital Cheng. Now, those grassland cavalrymen are working together with the allied forces of the Song and Chen Kingdoms to kill your troops."
"And by now, you should have judged that the number of Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace is definitely more than a thousand. Yes, the total number of Papal Cavalrymen has exceeded ten thousand as early as five years ago."
"Now that the people of the Yan Kingdom are united and we have such strong support, why can't we destroy the Tang Empire?"
Prince Long Qing looked at Xian Zhilang and said, "For thousands of years, you Tangs have bullied the weak and enjoyed all the glory because of your strong army. Have you ever thought that there would be a day when you would be defeated so badly?"
"Everyone will die one day. No matter how strong an empire is, it will be destroyed one day. I don't know when the history of the Tang Empire will end, but it will not be now, and it will not be ended by the Yan Kingdom. "
Xian Zhilang said, "The world calls the Tang Army an invincible army … In fact, this is wrong. The Tang Army will also suffer defeats. Even when we fight with the Yan Kingdom, we will lose sometimes. We are never as invincible as the rumors say, but … we will always win in the end."
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