Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

"In order to ensure that the Silla people accept the field battle with us, the entire plan is as follows: the army will be divided into three routes, and the northern route will be led by me. It will start from Zhouliu City, go north through Nanchuan and Qichongcheng, and go straight to Hancheng in the north of Silla (that is, Hancheng in the north of Silla) The capital of modern Korea); the south route was led by Sha Zha Xiangru, starting from Erli City, advancing by sea and land, and going directly to Donglai in Silla (i.e. modern Busan, South Korea); while the middle route was led by the generals and Jin personally, starting from Si Set off from Xia, pass through Nianshan City, and go straight east to Jincheng, the capital of the Silla people. The South Road and the North Road are responsible for the containment, which will prevent the Silla people from looking at each other! Generally speaking, the plan is like this. If anyone doesn’t understand anything, you can ask questions Got it!"

Suddenly, someone at the long table raised his hand. It seemed to be a Japanese general who had crossed the sea with Sha Zha Xiangru. Master Shen snorted coldly: "Tell me what you don't understand!"

"Yes!" the general said in Tang dialect with a heavy accent: "Silla's terrain is rugged, transportation is inconvenient, and there are many mountain cities. If we divide our troops into three groups, it will be difficult to respond to each other. If the Silla thieves gather their troops to attack one group first, , isn’t it that we are outnumbered?”

Master Shen coughed and was about to explain when he heard Wang Wenzuo's voice behind him: "There is no need to worry about this. This time I was ordered by the emperor to make Brother Renshou the King of Silla. I will only kill Jin Famin and leave the rest alone." . Now that Silla has been separated from top to bottom, and the monarchs and ministers are alienated, even if we divide our troops, Jin Famin does not dare to leave the capital, let alone send an army of generals to help, so you are worried too much!"

"My subordinates understand!" The Japanese general bowed and sat back at the long table. Everyone exchanged glances. Since this information came from Wang Wenzuo, there must have been very certain information: Jin Famin did not dare to leave the capital at all. , otherwise it is possible that he will leave the city with his front foot, and those who stay behind will dedicate the city to Jin Renwen; he also does not dare to let his generals lead too many troops out of the city to assist, because it is possible that those troops will lose control after leaving the city, Therefore, for Jin Famin, the only option was to concentrate most of the troops in the capital, and then defeat the enemy in the field (without his personal supervision, the partial divisions on the south and north roads of the Tang Army could easily defeat the local Silla soldiers, and in the end only will be surrounded in the city), so just now Shen Faseng said that the purpose of the entire plan was to allow Jin Famin to go out of the city and fight with the Tang army in the field.

"Now that we know everything!" Master Shen glanced at everyone at the long table: "Then let's go back and prepare! We will send troops in five days!"

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Silla, Jincheng, prison cell.

The wind blew wildly from the north, and the iron bars trembled under its fangs. The wind swirled along the city wall, picking up air currents and causing Di Renjie's cloak to cling to the wall. The sky is as gray as slate, and the sun is just a faint bright spot behind the clouds. The weak light shines on the dark gray walls, adding to the bleakness.

The weather was getting colder and colder. Di Renjie brought his hands to his mouth and used the breath from his mouth and nose to keep warm. His stiff and unconscious fingers felt a tingling sensation, followed by a severe itching. This was a sign that he was still alive. . He tried his best to wrap his cloak tightly to reduce his hypothermia, but he didn't know how long he could hold on. One day, maybe two days, not more. If the weather didn't get warmer, it wouldn't take long for him to collapse and change. It was cold and stiff, like those pieces of stone.

Since the last time I met Jin Famin, I have been locked in this cell. It is more like a cave than a cell: five feet high, five feet wide, five feet deep, with only iron bars on the outside side. , there are no walls, and the bottom directly faces the cliff. Just looking down will make Di Renjie dizzy, and Di Renjie can't help but look away. But what's even more terrifying here is the cold. The cold wind blows into the cell without any protection, taking away everything inside. As long as the water jug ​​is left for a while, a layer of ice will condense on the surface. Di Renjie suspects that his blood has already frozen. He is surprised that he is still conscious.

There was a sound of opening the door, and Di Renjie turned his head with difficulty. His legs were throbbing, and so was his head. He was so weak that it was difficult to kill a cat, but he still straightened his body with difficulty and tried to straighten the wrinkles on his robe. As an envoy of the Tang Dynasty, he maintained due dignity in front of the Silla people.

The door was pushed open, and the strong wind that caught the convection air suddenly became violent. Di Renjie almost stumbled, but straightened his spine.

"Quick, block the window, hurry, bring the stove and leather coats in!"

Following the scolding, the Silla jailer quickly used the bear skin to cover Di Renjie's fox fur cloak through the window that originally faced the outside, and placed a stove in front of him. The temperature in the room quickly increased, and Di Renjie's innocent face Gradually it became a bit human, and suddenly, he began to cough violently.

"Quick, bring the ginseng soup!" The visitor waved, and a maid came forward, patting Di Renjie's back gently while feeding Di Renjie the ginseng soup with a silver spoon. After a while, Di Renjie gradually relaxed. come over.

"Angel Di, are you okay?" the visitor said with a smile.

"It's better!" Di Renjie pushed away the silver spoon brought by the maid and looked at the visitor. On his old face, two gray eyebrows were almost connected to his temples. This rare strange appearance aroused his emotions. remember.

“Aren’t you in the court—?”

"Yes, it's me!" The visitor smiled: "Angels have a good memory. After being locked up in a place like this for so long, they can still remember what I said in the court!" The old man smiled: " I, Jin Yangbao, is the great king of Silla Kingdom!"

"It turns out to be Jin Gong!" Di Renjie knew that Da Jiaogan was the highest official in Silla, and the old man in front of him was obviously an important minister of Silla. There must be something wrong with him at this juncture: "Are you here under the king's order?"

"No!" Jin Yangbao shook his head: "Your king's general has already sent out troops!"

"Wang Wenzuo?" Di Renjie reacted quickly, and the warmth was like lubricant, making his mind work faster: "The general has sent troops? The battle situation is not good for you?"

"Hehehehe!" The old man laughed: "You Tang people are like this, smart, astute, and greedy. Yes, if the war situation is not good for you, I will not come to your place!"

"How far have we reached?" Di Renjie asked.

"You are divided into three groups. The northern route has surrounded North Hancheng. The southern route has surrounded the seat of Donglai County from both sea and land. The middle route is the slowest, but it is only two days away from here. Your Majesty is preparing to leave the city to fight. !”

"Going out of the city to fight?" Di Renjie asked in surprise: "How could Jin Famin be so stupid? Is our leader General Wang?"

"Yes, but he has no choice!" Jin Yangbao smiled: "In fact, your country's south and north roads did not encounter too strong resistance. Many mountain cities surrendered without a fight. If he continues to stay in the city, he will not Come out and General Wang will win without a fight!"

"Then why did you come to me?" Di Renjie asked, "Want to surrender through me?"

"No, no, we haven't reached this point yet!" Jin Yangbao laughed: "I am already old, and my official position and wealth have no meaning to me. I just don't want you to freeze to death here. After all, we are both here. The country is at war, so I won't kill the envoy!" "Are you going to let me go?" Di Renjie asked.

"Yes, you can't escape alone now! You rest for a night first, and after the king leaves the city, I will arrange for someone to take you out of the city!" Jin Yang praised.

Di Renjie looked at the old man's face, trying to find out what was hidden in the other person's face, but in the end he found nothing.

"Okay, no matter what, I want to thank you!"

"Okay, have a good rest. If you are missing anything, you can tell the jailer! He is mine!" The old man stood up, took a deep look at Di Renjie, and walked out.

Hearing the cell door closing behind him, Jin Yangbao walked through the long corridor. His footsteps echoed in the corridor. His heart was full of bitterness. No matter how he defended himself, his action was a betrayal that he could never forget. The dying voice of the late king in the room: "I will make my eldest son king!" At that time, the Silla Kingdom was like the rising sun that had just jumped over the horizon. The future was limitless. However, just a few years later, the situation took a turn for the worse. Are you really running out of energy?

But what else can I do? If the envoys of the Tang Dynasty were allowed to die like this, the Tang people would definitely take revenge when they attacked Jincheng. Even if Jin Renwen was king, he might not be able to stop the Tang people's revenge. Letting the Tang people's envoys go is the only correct choice! ... Before I could think about it, I heard the low and weak whimpering of another horn through the wall. Jin Yangbao frowned, walked to the door, and looked out the window.

Outside, the trumpets sounded even louder. There was a commotion in the military camp under the city wall. A dozen soldiers hurried past carrying spears. Some of the horses neighed and some snorted. It seemed that these beasts felt that the war was approaching!
  "Dajiaogan is the scout's horn." A general said uneasily.
  "Something is coming." Jin Yangbao looked towards where the sound came from. The sharp north wind blew his gray beard and hair close to his cheeks. A hunting falcon passed over his head, and he lowered his head. Voice: "Coming from the west, coming from the west."

"Is it the Tang Army?" the general asked.

"I don't know!" Jin Yangbao shook his head: "It shouldn't be so fast, right?" He replied in an uncertain tone.

A sharp whistle sounded in the military camp below the city wall, and soldiers ran around with spears like headless flies. Upon seeing this, Jin Yangbao couldn't help but groaned: "Damn it, you go take care of these idiots. Stay where you are, I have to see His Majesty! Go quickly, time is very urgent!"

"Yes!" The general responded and ran down the stairs quickly. Jin Yangbao ran towards the palace as fast as his age allowed.

In the palace, Jin Famin was putting on armor with the help of the guards. When he saw Jin Yangbao, he pulled out his sword and asked coldly: "None of this has anything to do with you, right?"

"Believe it or not!" Jin Yangbao told his king: "I don't know anything."

"Really?" Jin Famin raised his arms and asked his subordinates to help him tighten his belt: "My people told you to secretly go to the prison to meet the Tang envoy. Don't tell you just to chat with him!" He sneered: "This I have many pairs of eyes in the city, nothing can be hidden from me!”

Before Jin Yangbao had time to answer, an officer rushed into the hall: "It's the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty. There are about a thousand cavalry. They are chasing our scouts, approaching the camp below the city, shooting arrows and throwing torches into the camp -"

"Fight them back!" Jin Famin's voice was cold and powerful: "I'll be there soon!" At this time, his belt had been tied up, and he walked in front of the old man, his sword sharp to the bone: "You can go and join the Tang people. There's enough time!" After saying that, he hurriedly walked out.

The rumbling drums sounded again, drowning out the horns and whistles. The old man rushed to the window. The horizon had been submerged by the black wave. It was not dark clouds, but steel, leather, war horses and people. The dense spear blades were again It reflects sunlight back into the sky, illuminating the sky brightly. To the people of Silla, this light is much scarier than the real night.

"It's here, it's finally here!" Jin Yangbao groaned: "Six hundred years, six hundred years of foundation!"

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"General, it seems that Jin Famin is going out of the city to fight!" Black Teeth Changzhi said with a smile.

"Wise choice!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Shen Faseng and Sha Zha Xiangru moved too fast. If Jin Famin also defends the city, it won't take long for his military morale to be messed up! Isn't that right? Brother Renshou!"

"Not bad!" Jin Renwen sighed. His expression was obviously contradictory. The joy of being crowned king was intertwined with the sadness of the impending fall of his homeland. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad for a moment.

"Do you want to give the Silla people time to form a formation?" Black Teeth Changzhi asked.

"Attack the enemy halfway across the river!" Wang Wenzuo ordered: "First order the crossbowmen to come forward, and then the Hebei cavalry will fire from the left and right formations!"

"Obey the order!" Hei Te Changzhi responded, and immediately following a series of flags, the Tang army quickly carried out Wang Wenzuo's military order. According to their custom, they wrapped their heads in green cloth, wore sleeveless breastplates, and carried large shields. The crossbowmen stepped forward quickly. They first set up their shields, and then opened their crossbows. The Silla people who were still in formation in front pulled the trigger. Following a slight sound of machine gunfire, the Silla infantry about a hundred steps away let out a shrill scream! Then the second round comes forward, squats down, pulls the trigger, and then steps back to cock the arrow.

"Let the Hwarang team counterattack and gain time to form the formation!" Jin Famin shouted loudly. He had long heard about the exquisite equipment and strict orders of the Tang crossbowmen, but these crossbowmen in front of him were different from those of the Anton Protector over the years. Compared to those in the government, they are completely different things. Under such fierce firepower, the infantry arrayed in front not only failed to block and protect the formation, but retreated backwards in scattered formations, implicitly disturbing the formation. There is nothing more dangerous on the battlefield than this, so He had to take out the Hwarang Team's trump card early.

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