Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

"Jin Famin's central army has moved!" Wang Wenzuo's main formation was set up on a hill outside the west gate of Jincheng. He could easily overlook the entire battlefield. He smiled: "It's still a little too early! Why does Brother Renshou think so? ?”

"It should be that the front line is unstable. He is afraid that our army will attack the position directly with sudden cavalry and sweep over the defeated troops. Then the situation is over!" Jin Ren asked: "If my guess is correct, he should die. The troops counterattack in order to have the opportunity to reorganize their formation!”

While he was talking, he heard the sound of drums and trumpets in the Silla formation. More than a thousand riders rushed out from both sides and charged diagonally towards the crossbowmen of the Tang army. Wang Wenzuo raised his hands and smiled: "Sure enough, Brother Renshou was right!"

"Actually, it's not that difficult!" Jin Renwen said with a wry smile: "Our country has been at war with Goguryeo for hundreds of years. Goguryeo's cavalry is powerful and our country cannot match it, so we are more prepared for the cavalry's sudden attack. Eh!" Jin Inwen suddenly exclaimed: "Team Hwarang, Jin Famin sent out Team Hwarang so quickly!"

"It's the Hwarang team!" Wang Wenzuo's expression changed slightly, and he shouted: "Send the order, blow the trumpet, and order the crossbowmen to form a formation! Actun, Wang Pu, you two each lead my bodyguards to the left and right wings, and wait for my order. ! We must defeat Hwarang of Silla!"

Soon after, Silla's Hwarang had bypassed his own chaotic front line troops on the battlefield, made two huge arcs, and rushed towards the side and rear of the Tang Army's crossbowmen. He received his own flag order. The crossbowmen fired the last crossbow bolt one after another, dropped their powerful crossbows, picked up the iron-tipped thick wooden clubs they carried with them, and moved closer to each other, preparing to resist the impact of the enemy's cavalry. The Silla cavalry rushed into the crowd. Sticks and swords collided. The horses knocked down the men and trampled them with their hoofs. The men tore the knights off their horses and stabbed them to death with daggers. They mixed each other into a ball.

"Oh my God! Look, Twelve Lang, the Silla people have rushed into those Jiangnan crossbowmen. What should we do?" Someone shouted from the sudden cavalry who was besieging the front line infantry of the Silla people.

Lu Twelve looked back. The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves had blocked most of his sight. He could only vaguely see that the Silla cavalry had rushed out of several gaps, and the Jiangnan crossbowmen formed a Several circular formations of different sizes were formed, and the shields they carried were erected to block the outside. Those on the outer layers used sticks to hit the approaching enemies, while those on the inner layers used crossbows to shoot the approaching enemies. As for the farther ones, he couldn't see clearly.

"Blow the trumpet, gather the formation! Let's go rescue those Jiangnan people!" Lu Twelve pulled the reins hard, turned the horse's head, raised his long spear and waved it twice above his head: "Kill, give Silla's thieves the butt. Stab both of them!"

In the crossbowmen's formation, groups of Jiangnan crossbowmen were still resisting, but the Silla knights stepped straight through. The Hwarangs' boldness reached the point of recklessness. Many even rushed straight into the enemy formation and trampled the first row with their horses. The enemies in the second row then jumped off their horses, brandishing their cross swords, and chopped down the first, second, and third enemies until they were brought down by sticks and daggers. The crossbowmen were disadvantaged because they did not have spears. Their clubs were useful in melees, but they were disadvantaged in forming formations against cavalry. But no one retreated, for all were convinced that if they held on just a moment longer, reinforcements would arrive.

Lu Twelve did not keep the crossbowmen waiting for too long. He waved his long spear and shouted loudly. The cavalry used him as an arrow and quickly formed a wedge formation. He rushed into the Hwarang bush and knocked them into pieces. Crush.

"The one at the front is Lu Twelve, right? Not bad, not bad!" Wang Wenzuo laughed loudly: "Blow the trumpet, let Acton and Wang Pu also smell the fishy smell!"

it's over! Ruined! There will be no more Silla Hwarang! Jin Renwen sighed in his heart. In the center of the battlefield, the embroidered cloaks of the Hwarangs made them very eye-catching. They waved their weapons, stood on the saddle, and fought with all their last breath. However, in the face of the iron flow of the Tang people, they were eventually defeated. submerged. What immediately collapsed was the front line of the Silla people. They dropped their weapons and ran away. The flags that were flying overhead not long ago fell to the ground and were trampled by horse hooves. Flames rose in the crowd and jumped around. In the sky full of smoke, the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty ran rampant. Their horses were also armored, and the flag above their heads became more eye-catching. The red edge surrounded the white flag, with a "king" in the middle, and a white head embroidered on the other side of the flag. The tiger's forehead is eye-catching.

This short and fierce battle lasted only one morning and ended. While the Silla people lost a group of their bravest warriors, they also lost the courage to continue fighting. If this battle hadn't happened right under Jin City, then Jin Famin would certainly not have been able to escape the ensuing pursuit. With the protection of the archers on the city walls, Jin Famin was able to save most of his army and retreat into the city. But for him, maybe dying on the battlefield would be better.

Jincheng, Silla Palace.

The iron horse on the eaves outside the window (in ancient my country, in order to prevent sparrows from building nests under the eaves, eaves bells and iron horses were usually hung to make noise to drive away the sparrows) swayed in the wind, making a "click-click" knocking sound.

"Close the window!" Jin Famin waved his hand in disgust. He held his head, and the shouts of death on the battlefield seemed to still be echoing in his ears. Why? Why did he run away instead of fighting to the death with that brat Jin Renwen? The question kept running through his mind.

The door was pushed open, and he raised his head in surprise. A group of people filed in. They were all noble courtiers of Silla. The leader was Jin Yangbao. Everyone looked serious and wore armor and swords hanging on their waists. Jin Famin suddenly realized what was happening and jumped up: "Come here, come quickly, someone is plotting rebellion——"

"Your Majesty, you don't have to shout!" Jin Yangbao looked at Jin Famin with a bit of pity: "No one will listen to your orders anymore. This is everyone's decision!"

"Everyone?" Jin Famin glanced at everyone, looking for his supporters, but the result made him extremely disappointed: "Jin Chunxiu, Jin Zhifang, you actually participated in the rebellion?"

"This is not rebellion!" Jin Yang praised and sighed: "This is the great cause of rectification. Really, Your Majesty, abdicating the throne and going to Chang'an is your best choice. I have asked people to release the Tang people's envoy and tell him to tell General Wang , as long as your life is guaranteed, we will make your brother king."

"This is betrayal!" Jin Famin didn't seem to hear Jin Yangbao's words. He gritted his teeth and glanced at everyone present: "Have you forgotten the oath you swore in front of the late king? If Uncle Yu Xin was here, what would you do? Dare to betray me!"

"Your Majesty, you have lost!" Jin Yangbao finally couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted loudly: "You have lost, do you understand? How can a defeated person continue to be king? You are already very lucky. Compared with those who died on the battlefield, If you go to Hwarang, you can still save your life and go to Chang'an to be a high-ranking official of the third rank for the rest of your life. Even if it is Yu Xingong, if he encounters the current situation, he will not have a second choice!" At this point, he waved Waved his hand: "Here, help His Majesty change his clothes!"

Following Jin Yangbao's order, the guards rushed forward. Jin Famin drew his sword and just cut one person, his arm was twisted and tied up with a silk belt. While struggling, he roared: "Jin Yangbao, Jin Chunxiu, Jin Zhifang, you traitorous dogs will not end well. When you go underground, neither Yu Xingong nor the late king will spare you!" His roar continued until his mouth was blocked by a soft cloth.

"We did nothing wrong!" Jin Yangbao turned around and said to everyone: "Enough blood has been shed. If we continue to fight, it will only drain Silla's most precious blood. In this case, we must repay the country." It’s the only option!”

"Yes, Yang Baogong, you are right. So many people have died. Almost all of the more than a thousand Huarang died in front of the battle. This has not happened once in hundreds of years!"

"Yes, both Jin Renwen and Jin Famin are the sons of the late king. The two brothers' fight for the throne is their family's private matter. Why should our children bleed?"

"Aren't you satisfied with being able to save your life? If it were in the past, the clan would definitely be exterminated!"

"Yes, a king who has subjugated his country can still go to Chang'an and live the rest of his life in peace. The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty has always been magnanimous and magnanimous, and he will definitely not treat him poorly. His descendants can also serve as officials in the Tang Dynasty. What else? Unsatisfactory?"

Jin Yangbao's words aroused a chorus of approval. Although more than [-] people died in the previous battle, which was not worth mentioning in Silla's past foreign wars, more than half of the more than [-] people were Silla's Hwarang, who was the essence of Silla's aristocratic young people, died in more than a thousand people at once. Almost all the Silla aristocratic courtiers in the house had their nephews, sons-in-law, and nephews killed or injured on the battlefield, and their own children died. Is it the same thing as someone else’s child dying? In particular, these Hwarangs did not die fighting foreign enemies, but died because of the civil war between brothers Kim In-man and Kim Bo-min fighting for the throne. These Silla nobles seemed to find it increasingly difficult to accept. "Okay! Let's stop talking!" Jin Yangbao raised his right hand to stop everyone's complaints: "Now we are waiting for the Tang people's answer. Everyone must remember that we just accepted Jin Renwen to return to the country and become the king. , but the Silla Kingdom is still the Silla Kingdom, and if the Tang people had evil intentions, they would have no choice but to fight Zhou Xuan to the end!"

"That's right! Jin Inwen can be the king, but Silla Kingdom is still Silla Kingdom!"

"Yes, this is our bottom line, we must never give in!"

Everyone responded in unison. On this issue, the Silla nobles were very united. In the final analysis, they just don't want to continue to bleed for Jin Famin, but if the Tang people want to uproot them like Goguryeo and Baekje, then they would rather continue to fight.

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Tang army camp.

"I'm so happy to see you all well!" Wang Wenzuo stood up with a smile, stretched out his arm to Di Renjie, and pulled him over. He looked at Di Renjie from head to toe again: "You have suffered a lot. Right? Damn it, it’s all my fault, I didn’t expect Jin Famin to dare to treat the envoys of the Tang Dynasty like this, don’t worry, I will make him pay for it!”

"I think he has paid enough!" Di Renjie said with a smile. He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Wang Wenzuo: "This is what Yang Bao of Silla Dajiao asked me to bring back! Before I left, he had A coup was launched and Jin Famin was imprisoned!"

"Dajiao Ganjin Yang Bao!" Wang Wenzuo did not show surprise. He opened the letter and read it. He handed the letter to Jin Ren aside and asked: "They have accepted you as king, but they ask that Jin Famin not be harmed, and Make sure he gets preferential treatment when he returns to Chang'an!"

"That's good, I think so too!" Jin Renwen nodded: "If my brother is killed because of this, I will not be able to see my father after I die!"

"I think your father should be embarrassed to see you! The reason why you brothers are having trouble today is obviously because of your father's unfair treatment!" Wang Wenzuo snorted coldly: "Then when do the Silla people plan to open the city gate?"

"I'm afraid this matter is not that simple!" Di Renjie said: "I heard what Jin Yangbao meant, it should be that they allowed Jin Renwen to enter the city and claim the throne on the condition that the Tang army must retreat?"

"That means they supported Jin Renwen as king in exchange for us withdrawing our troops?" Wang Wenzuo stroked his beard and laughed: "This Jin Yangbao is really an interesting guy! After you enter the city, aren't they The hostage in his hand? Even if he becomes the king, he is just a short-term person, in exchange for us withdrawing our troops? He really knows how to do business!"

"General, what Jin Yangbao means is: If the Tang Dynasty just wants Jin Renwen to be king, then they can accept it, but if the Tang army wants to enter the city, then for the tomb of the ancestral temple of the former king, even if they are beyond their capabilities, they have to do it. Fight to the end!"

"The tomb of the ancestor's temple? Hahaha!" Wang Wenzuo smiled: "Do you think this sentence means Jin Yangbao alone, or does it mean all the Silla nobles in the city?"

"It should be the intention of everyone in Silla!" Di Renjie replied: "After all, there are examples of Baekje and Goguryeo. If the army enters the city and we change our mind, they will have no choice but to obey orders."

"That's true!" Wang Wenzuo nodded, turned to Jin Ren and asked, "Brother Renshou, what do you want to do?"

"As long as they hand over Jin Famin, I am willing to enter the city!" Jin Ren asked: "Don't worry, Sanlang. After all, I am also the son of the late king. Those nobles dare not hurt me at all!"

"My army is outside the city, they will definitely not dare! But after I retreat, it will be hard to say!" Wang Wenzuo sighed: "I am here to send you back to your country to be king, but I don't want to harm you! Di gentlemen--"

"My subordinate is here!" Di Renjie responded.

"Excuse me, please go into the city again and tell Jin Yangbao that I want to meet him face to face outside the city and discuss it face to face! If he agrees, I can generally agree that the army will not enter the city!"

"Subordinates obey!"

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Silla Royal Palace.

"In general, we agree that the army will not enter the city? What does this mean?" asked a Silla nobleman.

"Yes, you can either enter or not. How can you generally agree not to enter the city? This is clearly a trick of the Tang people!"

Someone in the discussion forum guessed the name of this chapter correctly. It seems that my naming skills still need to be improved!