Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 641
Six thousand flying cavalry came out together.

The infantry regiments were equipped with infantry armor, armed with wooden spears, long bows, and pendulum platoons, and were divided into lines from Huangyugou to Anhuamen and Taiji Palace.

Yueqi was wearing mountain armor, with his faceplate pulled down, a lacquered gun, and a horned bow. The horse was trotting all the way, and he might start attacking at any time.

A thousand flying soldiers took off, and several hot air balloons crossed the Chang'an City Wall and slowly floated in the sky in front and behind Anhua Gate;

More hot air balloons are scattered in the sky along the way. In addition to serving as tourists, they also have the function of passing orders from the center.

Flying Cavalry Zuolang General Tie Xiaozhuang is wearing thin scale armor and holding a wooden spear in his hand. He looks majestic.

Ahem, even though Tie Xiaozhuang had learned some skills in riding and fighting, after all, it was just a show, not useful.

His only skill is flying.

However, this does not prevent him from being bluffing, at least no one dares to be stubborn with him.

Especially when Tie Xiaozhuang's mask is pulled down, he looks particularly ferocious.

Tie Xiaozhuang led his people into Anhua Gate, and immediately let the infantry regiment take over the city gate, corridor, and city head. The gatekeepers and servants here were as angry as frogs.

Not that, the former city gatekeeper, servants, and eight hundred warriors went to Anxi, but the newly appointed gatekeepers and servants did not dare to have any ideas of their own.

Tie Xiaozhuang didn't dismount his horse until Fan Zheng rode his thin yellow chestnut horse to Anhua Gate, then he pushed back his visor and said, "Hello, Marquis Huarong, the flying cavalry has taken control of the road!"

A loud shout came from inside Anhua Gate: "General Niu Jinda, the Marquis of Youwu, and Xiang Liqian, the Chief of the Marquis of Youwu, are leading the Yifu to defend His Majesty on Fanglin Street!"

Cheng Yaojin, the Duke of Lu State, Chi Jingde, the Duke of E State, who had not been out for a long time, Li Daozong, Prince of Jiangxia County, Taichang Qing, and other ministers were all waiting solemnly in Anhua Gate.

No matter what the situation, it's always right to show loyalty.

In particular, Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Jingde each had a son accompanying them in the East Palace, so no accidents were allowed.

With this kind of momentum, anyone who wants to draw chestnuts from the fire must weigh his own weight.

Dou Xuanfei, the flying knight Youlang general, armed with a lacquer gun, led the infantry regiment to patrol the roads outside Chang'an City.

"General Youlang, there are more than fifty people coming from the direction of Bashui to support the coffin."

You Yi shouted sharply.

The only person who can not add the prefix before "langjiang" is "zhonglangjiang".

"Fire the clanging arrows to stop them!"

Dou Xuanfei had no intention of being accommodating.

I made accommodations for you, who made accommodations for my head?

Human relations and legal principles are nothing in the face of military and national affairs.

Some people dared to behave in front of the government officials, but there were not many people with broken heads who behaved in front of Qiu Ba.

However, even after the sounding arrow hit the ground, the funeral procession still did not stop.

"Armor-shooting arrows!"

Dou Xuanfei stretched his bow and shot down a man holding a mourning stick with an arrow. Blood blossomed on the loess.

Qiu Ba didn't need to think, You Lang took action, and the more he rode, the more he would not slack off. Three hundred armor-shooting arrows shot out like rain, and only a few of the mourners rolled away from the stone side.

One of the knights was too slow to take action, and before the arrow in his hand could be fired, the captain's whip whipped across his head and face.

"What do you want to do if you don't shoot the arrow when you should kill the enemy? Are you waiting to be killed by the enemy? Is your mother sending you to the Flying Cavalry just to collect your corpse?"

"Put away your good intentions, we don't need them in the army! If you want to be a good person, go home and be a baby!"

The whip hit Shan Wenjia, the sound was terrifying, and the pain was almost non-existent.

However, the gang leader's angry scolding made his childish face turn purple with shame.

Yeah, yeah, you are not a good person!
An arrow whizzed out, passed over the edge of the stone, and shot into the back of a hand holding a knife.

The team leader put away his riding whip and laughed wildly: "Yes, since you joined the team, I have seen that your son has a bright future. Sooner or later, you will have to get a school captain."

This expression has become extremely fast!However, this is the military. Having military merit and not having military merit are two completely different treatments.

You have the ability to kill so many people that the team leader is willing to wash your socks.

After the head fell to the ground, the auxiliary soldiers carefully pushed open the coffin lid, and the Yueqi who raided the formation couldn't help but cheer.

"It's a meritorious service! Yeah, it's a meritorious service!"

Just a few leather armors among them are a great achievement, not to mention that there are long bows and wooden spears among them, plus the current opportunity, it is a sure death.

These privately owned weapons and armor exceed a certain number, and even if they are kept privately, it may be a death penalty!

Some young cross-country riders finally felt at ease and no longer had any resistance to killing for the first time in their lives.

If you can mentally convince yourself, you will naturally feel less uncomfortable.

Dou Xuanfei smiled, looked up to the sky, saw the flag waving by the flying soldiers on the gondola, and pulled off his visor.

"Everyone rides more and spreads to both sides along the road!"

The emperor's ceremonial guard walked slowly northward, with a faint air of chilling.

No matter how secretive it is, people who should know still know it, and people who shouldn't know still guess it.

You think he doesn't know about keeping secrets, so he pretends not to know...

Haha, it really looks like a sieve.

Not to mention whether anyone leaked the secret, just based on the corresponding reactions, anyone with an eye can make a guess.

In this world, it is difficult to have a completely airtight wall.

That is to say, the Tang Dynasty was too bullish and the people were too peaceful, otherwise it would be difficult to ensure that Chen Sheng would reappear.

Why not mention Wu Guang?
Wu Guang is real, Wu Heita, whose name is Guang and whose courtesy name is Heita.

However, under the strong pressure of the Tang Dynasty, the demons and ghosts did not dare to show their heads easily.

In a small attic in the southern suburbs, a few pairs of eyes flickered, looking at the waiting flying knights and the hot air balloons floating back and forth in the sky, and finally let out a soft sigh.

With this attitude, whenever he comes forward, he will definitely beat a dog with a meat pie - there will be no return.

Not to mention disturbing Luan Jia, even the infantry regiment couldn't get closer than a hundred steps away.

The eyes in the sky are too bright, and the thoughts in the gutter can only be hidden and hidden again.

No matter how powerful the Tang Dynasty was, there would always be many demons and monsters hiding among them, and even blood could not clean them away.

Luan Jia slowly passed through the Anhua Gate and entered Fanglin Street. Surrounded by more and more ministers, he walked down to the palace city and entered along the Chengtian Gate. The emperor's coffin began to be carried into the Taiji Hall.

Crying loudly.

The prince and all the ministers changed into sackcloth, mourned and bowed.

Sun Wuji, the chief minister of Situ, issued an edict and issued a will. On the grounds that "a country cannot live without a king for a day", he asked the prince to ascend the throne.

Within three days, linen clothes and soul-calling flags were everywhere in Chang'an City, and all the fireworks and willow alleys and wine shops were closed. Only the rice-packing house still existed, but no wine was allowed to appear.

By this time, all the squares were showing their superiority.

The marriage is on hold. If I want to get married openly, it will be next year.

In Daodefang, Taoist Taoist priest Guan Fengzhen personally gave Huang Luzhai a meal. After the meal, he put on sackcloth and cried, almost to the point of fainting.

Strictly speaking, it is not appropriate to observe filial piety or wear secular clothes in the temple. The temple department can intervene within the scope of its duties.

But no one is strong-willed and dares to go to Taizhen to observe this bad thing. They can only listen and ignore it.

Even Fan Zheng was extremely sad. Even if he couldn't shed tears, he still had to lie down on the ground and howl "O late emperor" twice. His posture had to be adequate.

　Appeal: Reopen juvenile detention centers!Don't let the little devil run wild!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)