100019429 Chapter 284: Punishment of Rebellion

The city industry is filled with smoke. The spring-filled Jiangnan also repels the killing energy of the Li Li.

In the rolling yellow dust, the encirclement of the three armies became tighter and tighter, with shield hands blocking the front and forming a neat square formation. Stepping through the grassland, hills and official roads outside the city, he drove the prince's rebels step by step to the moat outside the north city gate.

The uniform footsteps, mixed with the sound of the iron leaves of armor and friction, were like the approaching steps of the god of death, which made the rebel soldiers look no further and retreat step by step with their backs. No one spoke, nor persuaded them to surrender. The only thing that came to their eardrums was the terrifying footsteps. The gold and iron touched the shield rhythmically, making a sound of Ding Dang, as if it was ringing the death knell for their group of desperate rebels.

This is not a war between the two armies, it is a unilateral encirclement. The difference in strength is huge, and the morale is extremely different. The rebel soldiers felt that at this moment they were just a group of unresistible sheep, driven by nearly 100,000 shepherds, and they had no way to resist. Even if the other party wanted to drive them into the slaughterhouse, they could only let them be driven obediently. The two armies had to fight based on strength. At present, they had no strength at all, and they didn't even have the courage to resist.

"I've surrendered!"

The rebel soldiers on the outermost side finally could not bear the huge invisible pressure, and took the lead in throwing down their weapons, kneeling on the ground with their legs, and crawling in the dust with fear. They were not afraid of death, but they were more eager to survive.

Someone took the lead. Suddenly, a commotion in the rebel soldiers, like a plague, quickly spreading the entire rebel camp. Even the generals leading the troops threw down their weapons, and it was stupid to resist meaninglessly. Everyone understands this truth. Of course, it is better to be alive.

The encirclement was still shrinking, and behind the shield, the pair of cold and cold eyes were staring at the group of pitiful and hateful sheep. When the rebels massacred their robes at the foot of Shenlie Mountain, when they were vicious and attempted to sneak attack the emperor on the top of the mountain, have they ever thought that the feng shui changed and they turned back that day.

The three armies were in neat steps, and the shields erected on three sides were like three insurmountable iron walls, step by step, forcing the rebels under the city wall.

The soldiers holding the shield didn't even look at the surrendered rebels crawling on the ground. They strode across their bodies, and the team was still neatly approaching. Behind the shield, there were shrill screams, and the surrendered rebels were killed mercilessly by the spear behind the shield, leaving no living mouth.

The emperor has an order to wipe out the rebels. The meaning of "whole-annihilation" is literally. The rebels cannot breathe, and the ending will be the same whether they surrender or not.

This imperial edict is not cruel and bloodthirsty, nor is it stupid. No matter who is an emperor, he will not allow these ten thousand rebels to survive. Since they dare to challenge the imperial power, they must bear the price of failure. This price is life. What's more, the emperor has no future, so he wants to leave a beautiful country without hidden dangers for the new emperor. No matter from which perspective, these ten thousand rebels must die.

This unilateral massacre went on very quickly, and he stabbed his spear, then walked forward, tracing blood all the way, and reaping lives without any effort. The encirclement had narrowed to a very narrow range. Behind the rebels was a deep and urgent moat, with enemies on all sides and water on the other side. This was the most taboo dead end in military tactics.

The rebel soldiers gathered on the death road, struggling and pushing, like livestock in a slaughterhouse, helpless and fearful.

After pushing the rebels into an extremely narrow range, the three armies suddenly stopped moving. As the general shouted, the shields were on the ground, making neat clanging sounds, which made people tremble.

Then the two armies fell into silence. The rebel soldiers suddenly stopped for no reason. They looked at each other in surprise and looked at the enemy surrounding them with fear. Everyone looked at the faces of fear.

The prince still stood still, his eyes staring at the front, and the spirit in his eyes had completely disappeared. He turned around and stepped onto the golden chariot representing his last glory.

Inside the imperial chariot, Sisi's expression was stiff, holding the pipa, not knowing what she was thinking. When she saw the prince lifting the curtain, she looked at the prince with a complicated expression. After a long time, she spoke hoarsely and asked: "Your Highness, is the situation irreversible?"

The prince nodded in a daze, his eyes empty.

Sisi sighed lightly, put down the pipa in her hand, knelt on the warm and soft bear skin in the imperial chariot, and kowtowed deeply to the prince, "Your Highness, Sisi Youzhong serves you, but the fate is too weak after all, Your Highness, please bow to Sisi."

The prince looked at Sisi deeply, and his empty eyes finally felt a little warm. He smiled miserably and said hoarsely: "Sisi, when I am dead, I am the only one who never leaves me. I am so lucky to know you in this life."

Sisi lowered her head. Her beautiful eyes fell from tears. She sighed quietly, and reached out to take a lacquer box inside the chariot. She opened the lacquer box and there was a pot of fine wine inside.

Sisi filled the wine and presented it to the prince with both hands, and then gave the prince a sad smile.

"Don't Your Highness like to listen to Sisi playing the pipa the most? Sisi plays the last song for Your Highness, okay?"

The prince stared at Sisi in a daze, and after a while, he finally nodded, raised his head and drank the fine wine in his hand, and his face had regained the elegant and gentle smile he usually used to.

"Si Si's pipa song is my favorite, so you can play it for you."

So, in the rebel camp, there was a sudden melodious sound of the pipa, sometimes violently, sometimes like a spring breeze blowing on the face. When it was fast, like a sudden rain, the sound of the song spread in front of the two armies, with gold and iron fighting, adding a bit of killing energy.

The prince sat on the shaft of the carriage, holding a cup in one hand and a pot in the other. His eyes were staring at the two rows of green weeping willows by the moat, and suddenly he smiled as if he had realized: "The most ruthless willow in Taicheng is still covered with smoke for ten miles of dikes, rising and falling, victory or defeat, but that's it."

Drink another glass. The prince breathed a long sigh and smiled, "I only realized today that wine can be so delicious."

Sisi lowered her head and tugged on the pipa. As her beautiful eyes closed, two lines of beads burst into tears.

In a desperate situation, the prince sat on the shaft of the melodious and exciting Pipa and laughed, just like the last feast of the last feast. After the song ended, when the end of the pipa was still echoing under the city wall, the sound of gold sound came from a distance, and the encirclement in the north quietly made a two-meter-wide hole. Soon, the Golden Gourd Staff, the Yijian Warriors opened the way, the six horses and the dragon chariot, and then the group passed through the encirclement and came directly to the two armies to stop.

The Emperor's Appreciation of the Driving

He lifted the bead curtain on the dragon chariot, and the emperor walked out of the dragon chariot trembled slightly. He was old and stubbornly straightened his back. He glanced majesticly at the group of fear-looking rebels in front of him. After a long time, the emperor shouted in a deep voice: "Call the prince out and answer."

Half an incense stick passed, and the rebel soldiers made way out. The prince's haggard figure appeared in front of the two armies and faced the emperor from afar.

The father and son have only been separated for a day, but their identities are far away from each other. Before today, the prince was still the respectful and gentle prince who was gentle and elegant. When they met today, they were like recording the shell that had been painstakingly disguised for ten years. They looked at each other honestly, heartbroken, but helpless. If they could choose, the emperor would rather continue to play this drama of kindness and filial son until the day he smiled and closed his eyes.

"My son pays homage to my father." Facing the complicated gazes of the soldiers of the two armies, the prince looked calm and bowed slowly.

The emperor looked at the expressionless prince kneeling on the ground and sighed a long time, his expression becoming more and more old and desolate.

"Why is this, the prince, why is this!" The emperor shed turbid old tears.

"Because my son wants to be the emperor." At this point, the prince no longer had to hide his ambitions and directly took the initiative to do so.

"Since you are the crown prince, the position of this emperor will be yours sooner or later. Can't you even wait for this little time?"

A sarcastic smile flashed across the prince's handsome face.

"I could have waited for my son. Why should I wait for ten years? If my father had not insisted on making a sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sac

"That's because you have evil intentions! You secretly control the Shen Ce Army. When Pan Wenyuan rebelled, he kept his troops in a desperate attempt to make a profit. After the incident was defeated, he killed Liu Changsheng, the general of the Shen Ce Army, and annihilated the evidence and had no evidence. How can the Lian allow an ambitious person like you to live in the country?" The emperor said angrily.

The sarcasm on the prince's face became deeper: "So, this emperor's throne is still not mine, why can't I fight for it?"

"You, you evil beast!" The emperor was so angry that he began to cough violently.

Fang Zheng's shout came from the far city tower: "Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense to him, hurt your body, issue an order to annihilate the rebels!"

The prince turned around and glanced at the city tower and sneered: "Father, I am forced to do this. I really can't bear to see the court's leadership continue to be corrupt, and the court is in chaos."

"Where is the world under the control of the Union, the court will be corrupt?"

"Father. In recent years, you have been valuing young ministers to suppress Lao Ran. Among the ministers who value them, there are many despicable and treacherous people like Fang Zheng, which has led to the collapse of the court. The government affairs are not smooth, and the ministers and the people are discussing privately, saying that you are old and stupid, and you are useless to the country and are suspected of harming the country."

On the city tower, Fang Zhengyi's eyes were broken, and he held up a kitchen knife that he had found from somewhere. He raised his legs and wanted to jump off Gaochou's city wall. He fought desperately with the prince, and shouted angrily: "I'll kill you bastard! I'm despicable and treacherous, but I'm despicable and treacherous," he said.

Wen Sen and the guards hugged Fang Zheng in cold sweat: "Sir. Calm down! Be calm, don't be impulsive!"

"Swoosh!" The man didn't jump down, but Fang Zheng threw the kitchen knife out.

"ah "

Under the city wall, innocent rebel soldiers were stabbed.

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"Father, the son minister does not want this great country to fall into the hands of those traitors. Last year, Pan Wenyuan rebelled, and he put forward the banner of "being close to wise ministers, staying away from villains, and clearing the king's side. Although the son minister does not agree with his behavior, he deeply agrees with the banner he has set up."

The emperor laughed: "Friendship with wise ministers, stay away from villains, and be clear of the king." What a selfless rebellion! Throughout history, many rebellions have been named justice, which is ridiculous and pitiful!"

The emperor's face darkened: "Lian has no guilt for making any decision. It is worthy of the people and the people. In front of the two armies, Lian does not want to argue with you in the government. Now, immediately order your soldiers to put down their weapons, and you are waiting to surrender. You are Lian's eldest son, Lian promises to spare your life. In the future, you will remain the king's honor, but you will be imprisoned for your whole life."

The prince smiled miserably, then shook his head and stood up slowly. He said, "Father, success, king, defeat, bandit, son ministers are not qualified to speak more. From ancient times to the present, history has always been written by victors. The actions of son ministers will inevitably become infamous in history books in the future. But at this moment, I am still the prince. I want to maintain the dignity and dignity of a crown prince in a country and cannot live for the rest of my life in humiliation."

The emperor was furious: "Can you still want to fight with the alliance army?"

The prince smiled sadly, and then slowly pulled out his sword, "Yes, forgive me for being unfilial. For my last dignity, I have to fight. Even if I am the only one left in the end, I will continue to fight. At least in the future, the history books will write in the following days: The prince of Huachao plotted against usurped the throne, was defeated, and the prince died in bloody battle."

The emperor looked at the crown prince, his eyes full of pain: "You said just now that history is written by the victors. If the couplet is not allowed to be written like this by the historian? What will be left in the history books? The prince of Huachao usurped the throne and was defeated. The prince fled in a hurry, and he did not know where to end.

When the prince heard this, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. His face turned pale in an instant, and his whole body fell into a dull state, his body kept shaking and trembling, as if the belief he had been insisting on completely collapsed in an instant.

"Surrender" the emperor sighed deeply, like a vicissitudes of old father who advised his lost son, "Your dignity can only be achieved by the gift of the victor. Before you start a rebellion, you should think of it

The prince suddenly stopped trembling and laughed when he heard the words: "Is the dignity given by the victor? Father, I have been the prince for ten years. I don't want to live by relying on others for the rest of my life. Don't say much. Father, ask your soldiers to attack!"

The emperor sighed deeply, and his old tears immediately filled his vicissitudes of life, and his whole body became depressed in an instant.

Things have come to this point. It is impossible to turn around, like a dead knot on a rope, and it is futile no matter how you solve it.

Turning around, the emperor choked and said, "Okay, the unit fulfills the dignity you want."

"The whole army is on guard! Get ready to attack!" Feng Qiudao shouted violently.

"Snap!" The spears lined up neatly and flatly, with cold light and bloody spear tips, ruthlessly aimed at the rebels and princes in the encirclement.

The prince smiled miserably, held up his sword and shouted sadly: "Father, if there is a next life, my son will never want to be born in this imperial family again! Father, take care of yourself!"

The emperor turned his back to the crown prince, and his old body couldn't help but tremble, and he burst into tears and burst into tears.

The father and son who were hostile to each other in front of the two armies actually bid farewell like this. God will do anything to others, so why is that?

Suddenly, the prince's body began to tremble violently, and cold sweats as big as beans kept coming out. The sword in his hand could no longer be held, and it fell on the dusty ground. The prince knelt on one knee, covered his abdomen with his hands, and could not speak.

Sisi walked to the prince at some point, and she squatted down. She stared calmly at the trembling prince in pain and said softly: "Your Highness, does it hurt?"

"Si Si" you are you!" The prince grabbed Si Si's hand hard, his face twisted in pain, full of disbelief, and shouted, "Why? Why are you?"

"Your Highness. You want your dignity, but where did you place Sisi's dignity?" Sisi's mouth still had a charming smile.

"From the moment you push Sisi into someone else's arms, Sisi's dignity has been trampled on the soles of your feet. Sisi doesn't want to be a bad woman, but Sisi is an ordinary woman with flesh and blood, perhaps humble, perhaps poor, but, dignified."

Blood kept pouring out from the prince's mouth and nostrils, and soon covered his handsome cheeks. The prince began to tremble, twitch, and was about to die.

Everyone was shocked by this unexpected scene. The soldiers unconsciously lowered the flat spear bow and arrow. They looked at the pair of men and women with complex feelings in the open space with a surprised face. Tens of thousands of people fell into a dead silence in front of the confrontation.

"For your royal project, you can sacrifice Sisi. Why can't Sisi sacrifice your royal project for your life happiness?" The smile on the corner of Sisi's mouth became colder and colder.

"Shenlie Mountain" at the foot of Shenlie Mountain, "It's you, you" the prince trembled all over and pointed at Sisi powerlessly.

Sisi nodded slightly: "Yes, it's me. You Qin Yang's private army, you want to take advantage of the opportunity of sacrifice to heaven to plot to usurp the throne. You ambushed a surprise soldier in the north of Shenlie Mountain. This information was secretly transmitted by me."

"No wonder, no wonder." The prince smiled miserably, as his lips opened and closed, blood continued to gust.

Sisi looked at the prince's dying face and couldn't help but shed tears.

"Your Highness Sisi once admired you so much, why, why did you treat Sisi as a goods and give it to others easily? Why did you plan great things but you refused to leave a place for Sisi, even if it was a small place to stand in your heart.

"Si Si is offering a glass of poisoned wine to Your Highness today, which can be considered a breakdown of your bad fate. Your Highness, don't blame Sisi. Sisi is just a woman who lives too humble in front of you." Sisi covered her face and cried.

The prince had some strength, and struggled to stand up, and suddenly laughed to the sky in front of the soldiers of the two armies. He looked like crazy, with blood and tears on his face mixed together. He looked very terrifying.

"Retribution is indeed retribution! Hahahaha,"

After saying that, the prince fell softly to the ground, and died of anger.

"Attack!" Feng Qiudao's order echoed in front of the formation.

The spear and shield instantly submerged the rebels of the prince's rebels, and a unilateral killing took place quickly and effectively outside the northern city.

Among the chaotic army, Sisi sat in the blood all over the ground, holding the prince's body, with a dull expression and a stiff face. She didn't know what she was thinking or mourning."

After an hour, all the rebels were killed, and blood was flowing out of the northern city, and corpses were everywhere.

Fan Rui stood not far away, looking at Sisi and the prince's corpse, and he also smiled, laughing as crazy as the prince.

"Heaven wants to destroy me, it is not a crime of war, it is not a crime of war! Hahahahahaha

Fan Rui created himself in front of the prince's body.

The emperor's body was shaking. At the age of old, he was in a serious condition and could no longer support his breathless body.

"Transfer an order. Bury the crown prince with great rituals and bury him with the rituals of the crown prince." The historical books completely erased the rebellion. It is not allowed to mention it in a word. Those who violate it will be punished by nine clans! The historian said: The crown prince was infected with a violent illness, and he was defeated, and he died."

"Abide by the order."

"This is the only thing the Lian can do for him," the emperor sighed.

"Let Fang Zheng lower the suspension bridge and open the city gate." Scanning the rebel corpses piled up under the city wall, the emperor's eyes were complicated and sighed: "It's time to enter the city."

The winch turned and made a squeaking sound. The suspension bridge slowly lays flat. The thick and solid northern city gate finally opened slowly under the gaze of the soldiers.

Fang Zheng led more than a dozen newly promoted generals of the city defense army to walk out of the city gate, kneeled on the ground full of blood and dust, and shouted: "My minister Fang Zheng. Welcome the emperor back to the capital, long live my emperor!"

"Long live my emperor." Tens of thousands of soldiers inside and outside the city knelt down and said excitedly.

Fang Zheng stood up, reached out to support the unstable emperor, with a diligent and flattering smile on his face: "Emperor, go slowly, I will help you,"

The emperor looked at Fang Zheng, and a smile finally appeared in his sad eyes: "Fang Zheng, you are very good, and you have not failed the instructions of the couplet."

"That's it. That's it, the humble minister is a great loyal minister.

Fang Zheng smiled even more flatteringly, but for some reason, his smile was filled with an inexplicable heart.

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"What's in your arms?

"Ah? That" Haha, it's the Night Pearl" Fang Zheng began to sweat.

"Where did the night pearl come from?"

"Ah? This" this "Haha, haha, haha" Fang Zheng smiled even more heartily

It's right.

Volume 4 ends.
Chapter completed!