The world of Taoism

Chapter 463
After breaking through the city, Urdu Khan sent someone to order that the sword should not be sealed for ten days.

This is a very cruel decision, and it is also the decision they think is the most correct.

This is the nominal capital of the Han people, as long as the capital is taken.

Then their morale will definitely increase, and the Han people will also reduce their combat effectiveness because of this.

Only by breaking the backbone of the Han people can they rule this place.

Orders are passed down layer by layer.

These cavalrymen all had red eyes, waved their weapons and cheered, with bloodthirsty expressions on their faces, they couldn't wait to see the slaughter.

Wherever they went, they were invincible. These weak Han people had no conditions at all to fight them. They only needed to keep killing to beat these sheep-like Han people to the ground. This was what they were best at.

The heart was beating violently like dense drums, and everyone rushed towards Luoyang as if they were mad.

Facing the fierce resistance of Luoyang City, they still had no fear. The people in front died and went up to the top. The soldiers on the city wall were trembling, and some of them were fainted by this powerful momentum.

Urdu Khan, who was in the rear, looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

"The southerners are really cowardly, and the fertile land is actually occupied by these people, and I, a brave and warlike citizen of heaven, can only live in the bitter cold land outside the Great Wall. God is so unfair."

Urdu Khan sighed in his heart.

This fertile land should belong to them, and the decayed and backward sick man can only become a slave.

And Urdu Khan himself wants to take all of these and establish an extremely powerful dynasty, far surpassing any other dynasty.

Thinking of this, Urdu Khan pointed his sword at this great city, and said loudly: "Changshengtian is about to replace the sky! I will be the Son of Destiny."

At this time, in Jibei area on the northeast border, several ragged slaves fled to deep mountains and old forests.

The leader was a bearded man with braids and a different attire from the Central Plains people. Although his clothes were ragged, his eyes were extremely clear, and everyone focused on him.

The bearded man suddenly turned around.

"What's the matter, brother." The people next to him were puzzled.

The bearded man looked deeply at the bustling city, his ambition couldn't be concealed.

"This time, I will wait for my brother to escape, and he will definitely return in the future..."

The bearded man clenched his fists, the anger in his heart seemed to burst out.

He wants to defeat the Han people with the knowledge he has learned from the Han people, and let them have a taste of being a slave.

Let the blood of the Han people spill over the earth, and repay the humiliation he has suffered today.

"Brother, but we only have thirteen sets of armor here, and the soldiers and horses of the Han people are thousands of times stronger than theirs. The total number of men, women and children in our tribe is less than 20. It is impossible for the tribe to be defeated even if the tribe is unified."

"Don't worry, you and my brother will work together, starting with the thirteen sets of armor now."

The bearded man said proudly.

A hero rises from the last moment, and a potential dragon rises from the abyss. One day, he will rise up by taking advantage of the momentum.

The name of this big man is Nuerha.

Nuerha is the son of the Khan of the Jurchen tribe. He was abducted and sold to Daqi State as a slave a few years ago. It took several years for him to find a chance to escape.

This experience was very humiliating, but it allowed him to appreciate the prosperity and extensive knowledge of the Daqi Kingdom, and it gave Nuerha a different mind.

Going back this time is not just satisfying to be a tribal chief in a small place.

He wants to unify dozens of Jurchen tribes, large and small.

Learn the way of governance of the Han Dynasty and recruit more capable people, so as to complete the great cause.

There will definitely be a comeback in the future, and by then you will no longer be a slave.

On the other side, Luoyang City is crumbling.

Although many people died on Urdu Khan's side, he managed to pull the front line to the gate of Luoyang City.

After a while, the ladder and battering ram are ready.

Climbing the wall again and again, the city gate is crumbling.

However, Luoyang is also a powerful city in the world, and if you want to attack it, you have to leave a group of people behind.

On the other side of the tent, the leaders of the various tribes are also a little anxious now.

"Khan, it's not okay to go on like this, more than half of the young men in my department are dead, order to retreat."

"Yes, yes, we have already occupied enough territory, let's take a break first, and it's not too late to attack another day."

The whole tribe didn't have Urdu Khan's promises. He just gathered everyone together, and there were still voices of opposition inside.

Most of these people are worried that their strength will be weakened, and their right to speak in the alliance will be reduced in the future.

Urdu Khan didn't speak, but looked at an elegant-looking man next to him.

This middle-aged man was wearing a Confucian shirt, which was in stark contrast to the clothes of the people around him.

His name was Fan Wen, and he was a failed scholar in the Southern Dynasties, so he went north to seek refuge in Urdu Khan.

Urdu Khan saw that this man was quite talented, so he recruited him as a counselor.

The achievements of these years have also benefited from the assistance of Fan Wen.

"What do you think sir?"

"Khan, please don't worry, the servants have dispatched detailed work, and within three hours, the gate of the city will be broken." Fan Wen's eyes flashed with joy.

Fan Wen took the exam for 8 years in a row, was impoverished and had nowhere to go before he took refuge in the north.

Urdu Khan's appreciation allowed him to sit in the position he is today, and he was very grateful in his heart. The siege of Luoyang was also proposed by Fan Wen.

In fact, according to the art of war, one shouldn't advance so aggressively. It should first digest the occupied area, and then gradually map it.

But Fan Wen always had a sigh of relief in his heart. He wanted to take down Chang'an and Luoyang, occupy the north in one breath, prove his talent, and show those in power who have no eyes.

Some people actually killed the generals guarding the city gate, and broke open the city gate under the cooperation of inside and outside.

All of a sudden, countless people rushed in, and the soldiers defending the city were killed and injured.

Countless murderous soldiers poured in, and wherever they went, blood flowed like rivers.

.There were soaring shouts of killing in Luoyang City.

The soldiers and horses gradually approached the majestic palace in the center.

Urdu Khan also followed the army into Luoyang City.

When Fan Wen saw the imperial palace in Luoyang City, he was filled with emotion.

Once upon a time, he yearned so much, dreaming of being named on the gold list and seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

Now the emperor is in this palace, and he is no longer the person he looked up to back then. He will assist Urdu Khan, the hero, to be crowned a great treasure.

Seeing that the supreme imperial palace was about to be reduced to ruins, Fan Wen felt extremely happy, pacing back and forth, full of poetry, wanting to record this historic moment, this poem will be engraved in history.

"Bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

The little official next to him immediately opened the bag and presented it.

Fan Wen wrote poems on the premise of the city wall.

"When I was young, I used to attack the classics and history, but when I grow up, I also have power. It's like a tiger lying on a barren hill, hiding its minions and enduring it..."

Boom!

Before the words were finished, suddenly there was a loud noise from the sky.

I saw countless soldiers and horses descending from the sky.

(End of this chapter)