I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 560 The dog thief Liu is sick and doesn’t want to seize the throne, so he switches sides before the battle!

Zhang Anshi had already lost all hope, but now he heard the sound of the horn in the chaos and suddenly felt happy.

Zhang Pengzu and Liu Bing must have led reinforcements!

"Form up! Meet the enemy! Reinforcements have arrived!" Zhang Anshi shouted again.

"Form up! Meet the enemy! Reinforcements are here!" Yang Yun and the disciples from the family around him also woke up and shouted ecstatically.

At this time, there were still two to three thousand domestic slaves gathered around Zhang Anshi, scurrying around like headless flies.

In just this quarter of an hour, I suffered several blows, and it was difficult to think without confusion.

However, under the desperate shouts of Zhang Anshi and others, the house slaves in desperate situation finally stabilized their position and blocked the converging patrol soldiers.

The two sides reached a stalemate at the intersection of Huayang Street and Beique Square.

Huayang Street is very spacious, fully ten feet wide, but it is still too narrow for ten thousand people.

The troops of both sides could not spread out, and could only form the densest formation, desperately poking at each other with long weapons.

The battle seemed less intense than before, but the smell of blood did not diminish at all, and the screams were endless.

In this space where there is no retreat, the more disciplined patrol soldiers have a greater advantage.

They quickly formed a neat team, held their halberds level, shouted orders, and marched step by step.

Every time the forest-like halberd struck forward, it would kill dozens of slaves.

In this way, although the two sides formed a stalemate, the advantage continued to tilt toward the side of the patrolling pavilions.

Zhang Anshi, who was surrounded by domestic slaves, kept looking back, hoping that the cavalry behind him would arrive on the battlefield quickly and he would launch a desperate counterattack.

Amidst the endless screams, Zhang Anshi waited for half a quarter of an hour, and this half-quarter of an hour seemed as long as several hours...

Finally, he looked past the countless panicked faces and saw the flag of the Western Region Protector!

Of course Liu Bingji was at the forefront, and behind him were three thousand elite cavalry - majestic and powerful, with the power to turn the world around!

Zhang Anshi, whose face was full of smoke and dust, finally smiled, thinking that reinforcements had arrived!

In excitement, he raised his right hand and waved it constantly, trying to attract Liu Bingji's attention.

but……

Zhang Anshi's smile gradually solidified and cooled down as quickly as an iron ingot.

He found that the speed of those cavalry did not slow down, but became faster and faster, more murderous.

The most important thing is that they have flattened the Ma Shuo in their hands and made a charging posture.

Wait, why is his son Zhang Pengzu not in the formation? ?

It’s over! Liu's disease has returned to normal!

Not against the emperor, but against the great family!

Zhang Anshi's head exploded with a bang, and he suddenly felt like the world was spinning and he couldn't sit still.

"Array! Array!"

This time, no matter how loud Zhang Anshi shouted, no one listened to his orders.

In other words, even if someone hears his order, there is no way to react.

Thousands of cavalry lined up in a tight formation and rushed in from behind the slaves in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of domestic slaves died.

They were either knocked down by the galloping cavalry and trampled to a pulp; or they were stabbed by Ma Shuo and died with their eyes open.

The already precarious formation of the domestic slaves was completely disrupted. Everyone cried and looked for a way to survive and fled into the forks on all sides.

Yang Yun, with his quick eyesight and quick hands, protected Zhang Anshi from the rebel army with more than a dozen disciples from aristocratic families, and found an opportunity to retreat towards the Mingguang Palace and Changle Palace.

There are still a thousand people there who they sent out before. If they gather together, they may be able to rush out of Chang'an City.

As for where to go after that, it’s up to God.

The killing sounds on Huayang Street first became louder and louder, and then became lower and lower.

Rivers of blood flowed, corpses littered the fields...

It was not only the domestic slaves who fell in a pool of blood, but also hundreds of children from aristocratic families.

……

It was very quiet on the Danqi in the north tower of Weiyang Palace. Two teams of Changyi Lang were standing here guarding Liu He.

Since Chen Shi, he has been standing here, quietly watching the grand drama in Chang'an slowly begin.

At this time, beacon smoke was ignited everywhere, the sound of killing came and went, and the enemy and ourselves were fighting each other...

Liu He stood at this height and could clearly see the situation of most of Chang'an City.

Especially the changes in Beique Square are all visible.

The domestic slave rebels who retreated from Beique Square were like icebergs under the sun, completely melting.

Before long, they will all evaporate into water vapor and disappear without a trace.

Only that small group of people fled to Chang'an East, as if there was still a way to survive there.

But how could there be a way for them to survive? All city gates have been firmly locked.

The pursuers behind them followed closely, not even giving them the slightest chance to escape.

The chaos in Chang'an City can be settled without any effort.

Dai Zong, the captain of Xiuyi, ran to Danqi and prostrated himself behind Liu He.

"His Majesty……"

"speak."

"Liu Bing, the Protector of the Western Regions, has led his troops into the city. They caught up with Zhang Pengzu's troops fifty miles outside the city. Their troops have surrendered and Zhang Pengzu has been crowned!"

"What else?" Liu He asked without looking back, unable to tell whether he was happy or sad in his voice.

"The Grand Sima Wei Xuancheng has taken control of the three assistants patrolling the city, and Bingxian, Zhang Yanshou, Zhang Qianqiu and Wei Xian have all been entrusted with the title."

"Where is Zhijin Wu Jian Kou?"

"Zhijinwu Jianjiao has taken over Zhijinwu's patrolling pavilion again and has sent troops in advance to block the gates of Chang'an City."

"Is there any news about Zhe'er?"

"The emperor's eldest son Zhesi entered the city at this time and was discovered by Wei Zhuang, Wei Ba and others who were ambushing at the north city gate. He almost..." Dai Zong wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I almost encountered an accident, but thanks to Xu Guanghan's desperate protection, I was able to defeat the rebels and escape."

"Now, Prince Zhe has withdrawn to Mingguang Palace, and together with Anle, he commands the soldiers to protect the queen."

"It's just..." Dai Zong stopped here.

"There is no need to hide anything, keep talking." Liu He asked.

"It's just that Xu Shijun was not spared and died in the rebellion..." Dai Zong replied.

Xu Guanghan is dead. He was the official of Liu Kun, King Ai of Changyi, and a minister of Emperor Liu He. Now he died to save Liu Zhe, and he was a loyal minister.

Liu He felt heavy, remembering the night he spent in Xu Guanghan's home more than ten years ago when he left the palace without permission - it was the most relaxing and comfortable night.

He did not expect that Xu Guanghan, a somewhat henpecked prisoner, could burst out with such fighting power in a critical situation.

Or maybe Xu Guanghan was using this method to express his family's loyalty to the emperor.

Liu He's last suspicion about Liu Bing disappeared.

When Liu He looked at the flag of Liu Bingji's troops on Beique Square and was a little stunned, Dai Zong behind him suddenly shouted.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Fire! It's on fire! Changle Palace is on fire!" Liu He woke up with a start and turned to look at Changle Palace to the east.

Thick smoke billowed into the sky, leaving an ugly scar in the gloomy sky.

Was the fire lit by the rebels?

"Hurry! Send the order! Liu Bing has been in charge of the military affairs in Chang'an! Let him lead the troops to the direction of Changle Palace immediately! Put out the fire! Suppress the thieves!"

"only!"

"Let Xue Yong prepare the car! I'm going to meet Mr. Zhang Ge for a while!"

"only!"

When Liu He left the palace, Zhang Anshi and Yang Yun, surrounded by a small number of rebels, retreated to the vicinity of Sanmiao Square.

Here they met the thousand slaves they had sent earlier.

Leading these thousands of slaves were Wei Xian's three eldest grandsons, namely Wei Yu, Wei Fang and Wei Huan.

These thousand slaves are mainly from the Zhang family and the Wei family. They are usually fed the most, so they have the strongest combat power.

Although the number of people looked large, they were already as frightened as a bird.

"Mr. Zhang Fu, there have been ambushes in Changle Palace and Mingguang Palace for a long time. We are fighting to the death, but there is no result. We have failed our high hopes!" Wei Yu dismounted and asked with his two younger brothers.

"The fire in Changle Palace..." Zhang Anshi asked, looking at the thick smoke not far away.

"A few good men took advantage of the chaos and rushed in, set a fire, and tried to find the Queen Mother during the chaos, but they were still discovered by the palace guards."

"Okay, okay, you've done your best, get up." Zhang Anshi waved his hand and said weakly.

"Wei!" The three Wei brothers stood up without any panic or panic. They were indeed descendants of aristocratic families.

"Gather the soldiers and prepare to go to the city gate. We will prepare to leave the city and arrive at Henan County to raise troops to serve the king."

"Wei!" The three brothers crossed their hands and saluted, and immediately took orders to clean up the remaining soldiers.

Although Zhang Anshi was not injured after narrowly escaping from death, he was hit and frightened repeatedly and his spirit was already exhausted.

Especially when he saw that Liu Bing had led the Western Region cavalry to suddenly defect before the battle, Zhang Anshi knew clearly that he was defeated.

Now, whether Mingguang Palace or Changle Palace can be captured will not have any impact on the overall situation.

Zhang Anshi gained another understanding of the emperor's meticulousness and ruthlessness.

Even if the Webster brothers really kidnapped the Queen Mother and the Empress, the Emperor would not give in.

Among the rebels, both the queen and the queen mother were very vulnerable, and it was normal for them to be shot by stray arrows.

The situation in Chang'an City has completely collapsed, and there is no room for recovery, so there is no point in staying.

The shouts of death to the west were still far away, but they were getting closer, and from time to time, the slaves would retreat in defeat.

Zhang Anshi looked around on his horse, feeling confused and annoyed as he watched Yang Yun and the Wei brothers leading their troops to suppress the remaining soldiers.

He couldn't understand why he finally fell into the trap dug by the emperor after planning for so long.

The emperor has done so many perverse things, but are the people still on his side?

He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world. He has the support of half of the world's aristocratic families, so why does he still fall short?

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Anshi thought of those two people again: Wei Xuancheng and Liu Bingji.

Today's defeat has a lot to do with the two of them.

Thinking of this, Zhang Anshi couldn't figure it out even more.

The former is a descendant of a wealthy family, so why does he help the emperor to do the opposite? The latter has the possibility of encroaching on the throne, so why is he still loyal to the emperor?

If they were incompetent people, Zhang Anshi would not be entangled.

But these two people are both leaders and talents among their peers, and it is really difficult for Zhang Anshi to understand why they made such stupid choices.

After a long time, Zhang Anshi finally figured out a possibility.

Is it true, as the Emperor usually says, that those poor people who come from humble backgrounds and can be bribed with only small favors represent the real people's hearts?

Then isn't everything you do just like a joke?

Those craftsmen who are illiterate, those farmers who only know how to farm, those small businessmen and hawkers who sacrifice their talents for the sake of inferiority, those poor scholars who come from humble backgrounds...

How could they be compared with a wealthy family with profound heritage and rich family background?

Thinking of this, Zhang Anshi felt a dull pain in his chest. More than ten years later, he still could not accept this statement.

Because once he accepts this statement, does it mean that he accepts that there is no excellence in aristocratic families?

Then, he thought of his three sons and the relatives, old and young, who stayed in the general's mansion.

Don't know how they are doing now.

His three sons shouldered the important task of "leading the troops" today, but there were accidents in every place they were in charge of. They should have been captured.

As for the hundred or so people left in the mansion, I'm afraid they won't have many good days left.

Even if he could escape from Chang'an City now, even if he could successfully reach the counties in Guandong and organize a rebel army, what would be the use?

I don't have any descendants of the Liu family in my hands. All the emperor's descendants are staying well in Weiyang Palace.

At that time, even if he raises the banner, he will be completely reduced to a clown "entertaining himself".

Without great righteousness, no reputation, no support...it will only fail.

Thinking of these things, Zhang Anshi's heart felt extremely heavy, and he could hardly lift the hand holding the riding whip.

The shouts of killing in the west were getting closer and closer, pulling Zhang Anshi back from his chaotic thoughts.

Yang Yun anxiously came to Zhang Anshi and said hurriedly: "Zhang Fujun, the men and horses are gathered together, I'll leave first."

"well!"

Yang Yun gave an order, and the more than a thousand remaining soldiers began to rush along the city streets towards the city gate.

If everything goes well, after leaving the city gate and catching up on the journey for a few days, we will be able to cross Hangu Pass, and maybe we can accomplish something by then.

But, how could it go smoothly?

When Zhang Anshi led his troops to the city gate, he found that the city gate had been tightly closed, and the city walls were filled with patrol pavilions.

As soon as the house slaves approached, dense clusters of arrows were fired at them, knocking hundreds of them to the ground.

These mobs couldn't even attack the palace wall, so how could they break through the city wall? After shouting for kill for a while, they got confused and retreated towards the way they came.

Yang Yun and others still wanted to restrain their troops, but they could no longer restrain them.

In just half a quarter of an hour, another six to seven hundred of the domestic slaves were dispersed.

The escaped slaves thought they would have a way to survive, but they could only survive for a few more hours.

"Remove the Gaomiao! Remove the Gaomiao! The patrol guards dare not act recklessly in the Gaomiao." Yang Yun shouted, commanding the slaves who were still loyal to protect the master to retreat to the Three Temples Square.

These young people are still struggling to find a way to survive, but Zhang Anshi has given up and has no idea of ​​escaping from the city.

Go to Gaomiao to fight, just to sacrifice your life for justice.

At noon on the hour, Zhang Anshi and four to five hundred remaining soldiers retreated into the Gaomiao, preparing for a final desperate resistance.

Not long after, Sanfu's patrolling pavilions, Zhijinwu's patrolling pavilions and the Western Regions Guards Cavalry surrounded the place.

The high temple is surrounded by two-foot walls, the gate is also thick, and there are turrets all around, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Because the patrol guards did not dare to act recklessly in front of the high temple, and there were many constraints, so they could not let go.

After charging several times in a row, not only could they not break through, but they also lost a lot of troops.

Finally, Liu Bing, the military governor of Chang'an, ordered the attack to be stopped.

"Send someone to deliver a message to Thief Zhang. I want to persuade him to surrender! Then put the heads on top and send them up together."

"only!"

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