The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 342 The Day of Molten Iron
The cold wind swayed the lanterns and squeezed into the golden palace of the imperial city. It was already night. Two rows of bronze lampposts carved with beasts illuminated the sleeping hall. In front of the warm dragon bed, figures were standing or kneeling, waiting The frail old man on the bed called.

"Ahem. I won't live long. There is no need to be so grand about what happens next. Let's wipe out the enemies in Bazhou first."

Under the golden silk mattress, Wang Jian, who was looking at the ceiling, pursed his lips weakly, and did not dare to speak too much, the ruined face, the wound pulled the corner of his mouth, a little more, it must be unbearable pain.

".I have been a soldier all my life. When I am victorious, I never imagined that I will encounter such a disaster. That Yong Wang in Chang'an underestimated him. There is such a thing in the army. You must be careful, remember to be careful!"

The old man turned his face slightly, most of his face was burnt, one eye was already blind, and the remaining one was covered with the ashes of a dying person. Concubine Xu, big and small, eight sons kneeling in front of the bed, Wang Zongyan, the youngest, has been established as the crown prince by him. Even if he is gone, he can successfully inherit the throne. It's a pity that he can't continue to help the youngest son take another step forward .

"Support the young master well, and don't have delusional thoughts. Those adopted sons outside will be allowed to enter Chengdu to mourn after I die. As for the enemies who fled, Zong Yan, after he succeeded to the throne, he will be wiped out immediately, and he will be taken from them on that day. Things that make a big fire and a loud noise let the craftsmen follow suit. They must be produced, otherwise the other party has them, but we don’t. We won’t be able to beat them in the future.”

The 17-year-old prince Wang Zongyan, who was kneeling in front of the brothers, wiped his tears and nodded repeatedly. He was summoned to the bed. The old man said something weakly and asked him to get up and go to the back. Unfold it in front of the bed for the emperor to see.

It was a portrait of a man in military uniform riding a horse and holding a gun, with raised eyebrows and wide forehead, dragon eyes and tiger eyes, majestic on the top of the horse.

The old man on the bed stared at the portrait for a long time. It was painted by an artist when he was young, and it was also the old man's favorite thing, which was often taken out for viewing.

"It's really heroic. I can count on this appearance and talent."

Before the current royal family, their grandparents were pastry chefs in Xuzhou Wuyang for generations. In a peaceful world, they barely had food and clothing. In times when the government orders were unclear, they were even more humiliated. The generation of Wang Jian survived with difficulty. .When he was young, he hated the craftsmanship passed down from his ancestors, and started killing cattle, stealing donkeys, and selling illicit salt. Later, he committed crimes and fled to Wudang Mountains. Xianzhi is too high.

Later, when Huang Chao rebelled and captured Chang'an, he followed the trend and took advantage of the east wind to become one of the eight capitals of Zhongwu.In the first year of Guangqi, Emperor Xizong returned to Chang'an, and he became the commander of the Shence Army again. At that time, he also met that King Yong, who was still the servant of the Ministry of Punishment, and saw him summoned by the emperor from afar.

The world is impermanent, and destiny waits for heroes.

One became King Yong of the Liang Kingdom, and the other proclaimed himself emperor in the Shu region. As fate would have it, the two met again, but it was a battle. However, he had completed his last journey in this battle.

The road has come to an end, but there is still a son, and the civil and military of the Shu Kingdom who are loyal to him. He was able to build the foundation of the Shu Kingdom for his children and grandchildren from a scoundrel. The starting point is always higher than others. Can last forever.

In the solemn dormitory, the sound of breathing could be heard quietly. Wang Zongyan held the portrait for a long time, his arms trembling slightly. The old man on the bed did not ask him to put it down. The following people prepared everything for the funeral and knelt outside the hall door waiting.

"What I said must be remembered as my last oracle."

"Drive out the foreign enemies, recuperate, gain the enemy's possessions, and cut down my hatred!"

In the well-lit dormitory, the old man spoke softly, his voice reverberating clearly, and he swallowed his saliva in satisfaction when he heard the respectful response from all the people, and looked at the portrait in front of him with cloudy eyes, half of his appearance was ruined, A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a low and weak voice spread.

"Vertical and horizontal. My life has been full of ups and downs. It can be said that I am strong!"

'hehehe'

The corners of the slightly parted mouth seemed to be relieved of the pain. Wang Jian looked at the heroic young self in the portrait, his lips parted, and his laughter suddenly rose.

"Hahaha--"

"Strong too!!"

Laughter echoed in the hall, and then paused. The hero of the military life was on the bed, and everyone knelt down and died. The seventeen-year-old prince Wang Zongyan, surrounded by the crowd, started the emperor's funeral. , looking at the white flag rising in the palace, after this night, he has power in his hand.

The wind blows through the night, and the pattering rain falls to the south of Bazhou.

The spring rain hangs in the drowsy sky, and it hasn't stopped for two days.

Today is the third day of January, and many days have passed since the battle in the southern suburbs of Bazhou. On the battlefield, there are still many corpses left unburied, swollen and smelly.

Occasionally, a passing knight glanced at the corpse among the mud and weeds, rode away in a hurry, hid in the nearby woods, patted off the rain stains on his body, and led the horse in. Deep in the messy woods, there are Low voice, heard horseshoes, people's footsteps, more than a dozen people over there turned their heads to look, and one of them took out half a pancake and threw it to the visitor.

"What's going on outside?"

"The missing brothers have not come back. As I said before, they may have fled north with the two envoys."

"Now next, what shall we do?"

"If you can't find the main force, then go north and escort the son back to Chang'an."

The rain fell on the rough face along the tip of the leaves. Zhao Biao wiped off the water stains on his face, took a bite of the pancake, and drank again. Maybe the water bag was out of water. Moisten the throat.

In a fight that day, more than 3 people fought back and turned into a chaotic Shu army. That was 10 people. They were desperate. As the people around King Yong, their first priority was to protect Geng Nian. After shooting two shots on the mountain, they rushed down the mountain. At that time, the whole battlefield was in chaos, and it was impossible to tell who was who. Fortunately, at that time, seeing the martial arts guard next to King Yong jump up, he found the right direction. Push forward against the fight and accept the son.

However, the changes on the battlefield caught people off guard. The chaotic fighting turned into a scuffle that stretched for dozens of miles. At night, you could see the movement everywhere. After the emperor withdrew, the Shu army also regrouped Organize a counterattack, with a number of [-], even if part of it is lost in the melee, the number will eventually prevail.

Zhao Biao and others escorted Geng Nian while fighting and retreating. On the way, many people got lost, died, or moved with other teams. After a few days, everyone ran back and left the iron cannons left on the mountain. All of them were destroyed, and they hid in the nearby forests to see if their own troops would come over. By the way, they also buried the soldiers who died here in the forest so that their corpses would not be exposed in the wilderness.

"It's a pity that the son is suffering from the cold, so he can't delay, so he has to find a doctor nearby to see a doctor."

Zhao Biao took a sip of rainwater, when a subordinate over there threw a water bag at this time, causing him to hold it in his hand, look at it, stare at it fiercely, put it in his arms, turn around and go deeper.

Stepping on the uneven muddy surface, there was light from the bonfire in the small hole that could only accommodate two people, Geng Nian's small mouth was a little blue, leaning against Jiuyu's arms, still shivering from the cold while roasting by the fire .

"My lord, here! I put it in my arms to heat it up, you can drink it."

The water bag that was handed over was taken by Jiuyu, and after testing the temperature of the water, he fed it to Geng Nian's lips, and said with a chuckle, "After this time, it will be difficult for a body that is pampered and raised to get sick. "

Geng Nian's face turned pale, and after taking a sip of water, he just smiled.

"I just feel ashamed of my father, Uncle Gu, do you think you can go back this time?"

"Your father should know what's going on here by now, and he will take action. Li Siyuan and Shi Jingtang don't dare to leave you here, and they probably retreat to a safe place to rectify their troops."

Jiuyu is not good at military and government affairs. Over the years, people's eyes and understanding of these people are still accurate, "Don't forget, we still have a soldier? That old guy Wang Jian's 12 army didn't keep us. , he has already lost, once the soldiers and horses of Longzhou go south, he will have a bad life."

Jiuyu thought for a while, then said 'uh', and said with a smile, "I'm afraid it won't be much better this time."

Not long after, Wang Jian died in Chengdu, and the news came that the crown prince Wang Zongyan had succeeded to the throne. The 17-year-old prince who ascended the throne on the first day, the first task he received was not to exterminate the enemy army, but to deal with it. The fast horse from Wang Zongbi, who was stationed in Jianzhou, north of Chengdu, hastened.

——Longyou rode [-] steps southward.

Li Cunxiao, governor of the Northwest, was the recruiter, and Fu Daozhao was the general. The troops left Fengzhou and came straight to Chengdu.

(End of this chapter)