Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

The carriage galloped all the way, day and night, and changed to several horses during the period. It took only two days to reach South Korea without any stop.

As soon as he entered South Korea, Ci Song smelled the smell of blood in the air, and the broken limbs of soldiers were everywhere on the road where the carriage was traveling.

There were many Daliang soldiers on both sides of the road cleaning up the mess. They buried the corpses and spread white ash to prevent blood from contaminating the land and affecting subsequent farming.

Mo Yao couldn't help but gag when she saw these broken limbs. Although she understood the cruelty of war, she was still shocked when she looked at the sight of dead bodies everywhere and rivers of blood in front of her.

Ci Song also saw Mo Yao's uneasiness, put his hand on the back of her hand, and comforted softly: "This is war, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, both sides are fighting for their own country, even if they die in the battle, They are all heroic souls and deserve our respect. "

Mo Yao nodded, indicating that he knew, and then rested his head on Ci Song's shoulder. The two of them sat quietly in the carriage, looking at the cold and desolate battlefield outside.

Ying Tian, ​​who was sitting aside, also explained at the right time: "Because our Daliang attack was a surprise attack on South Korea this time, the purpose was to capture South Korea as quickly as possible. Therefore, the army's strategy was to drive in from a long distance and go straight to Huanglong. Therefore, for those who died, Soldiers, we can only simply bury them, and then we can hold a national memorial ceremony to comfort the souls after we have completely conquered South Korea."

About half a day later, the carriage finally arrived outside the capital of South Korea.

At this moment, ten miles away from the capital of South Korea, the cavalry were encamped and surrounded the entire capital, preventing them from communicating with the outside world. The Korean defenders in the city looked at the spider web-like military camps outside the city with solemn expressions. They wanted to send envoys out to ask for help, but the Daliang military camp outside the city blocked the exit and did not give them any chance.

South Korean General Li Qi looked at the military camp under the city with a sad look on his face. The garrison of the Daliang cavalry surrounded the entire South Korean capital and cut off all their reinforcements and supplies. Now there are no troops in South Korea that can be mobilized, only civilians are left.

He understood that South Korea was completely defeated in the military battle. As long as the capital of South Korea was destroyed, South Korea would have no chance. From then on, South Korea would cease to exist.

At this moment in the capital of South Korea, thirty-nine literary giants stood at the top of the city, looking at the cavalry below the city without any fear on their faces. Next to them stood great scholars, and behind them stood a large number of intellectuals.

Yingtian, Cisong and Mo Yao got off the carriage and came to the camp to meet with King Liang.

At this moment, King Liang was wearing a pure black armor. On top of the armor, a two-foot-long silver dragon was hovering, giving people a sense of power that suppressed all directions.

After entering the camp, Yingtian took the lead in saluting, "Uncle, we are here."

"See King Liang." Ci Song and Mo Yao also cupped their hands.

"I have already said that the throne has been passed to Yingtian. Just call me general when you see me in the future."

Prince Liang's face was full of smiles, and he was obviously very satisfied with the current situation, "Tian'er, you came just in time. Mr. Zhang informed me an hour ago that the literati of Daliang have been assembled and can meet with the Korean literati at any time. A battle.”

"As long as we, Daliang, can win the literati battlefield, South Korea's territory will be merged into our Daliang."

"This time, we, Daliang, will win." Yingtian replied.

"Tian'er, in fact, you don't have to go to the literati battlefield at all. After all, you are the king of Liang now, so there is no need to put yourself in danger." King Liang said.

Hearing this, Yingtian shook his head and said: "The moment Yingtian stepped into Wen Dao, he had already thought about fighting for Daliang. What's more, this large-scale group battle in the literati battlefield. As the Daliang royal family, I must take the lead and lead by example. "

"Well, you are worthy of being Tian'er." Prince Liang laughed loudly, his eyes filled with relief.

Then King Liang set his sights on Ci Song and slowly said: "Ci Song, I know you should be thinking about your uncle. He is not here now. I asked him to take part of the army to clear out other countries in South Korea. The defenders in the city prevent them from coming to rescue the capital. He will find you personally after the civil war is over. "

"Ci Song understands." Ci Song replied.

Seeing this, King Liang walked to Ci Song and patted his shoulder gently, "Your uncle has never had any bad thoughts towards you. He asked me to take good care of you, because in this literati battlefield, you are It’s the top priority.”

"Thank you, King Liang, for your love. Ci Song is just one of the many living beings. There is no question of whether he is important or not." Ci Song replied lightly.

Seeing Ci Song's attitude, King Liang sighed helplessly, and then walked out of the military camp, saying as he walked: "I'll go negotiate with the Semi-Saints in the Xianshi Palace and tell them that the War of Scholars will start tomorrow. It must have been a tiring journey here, so let’s take a rest and prepare for the fight with the Korean literati tomorrow. "

After King Liang left, Yingtian spoke to Ci Song: "Ci Song, my uncle and General Mingxin grew up together since they were children. Their relationship is the same as that between me and Shao Cong, so my uncle wants to protect Mingxin." General, if it were Shao Cong who made a mistake, I would protect him."

"I see."

A smile finally appeared on Ci Song's face, and then he looked at Yingtian and said, "Would you like to go to the capital of South Korea? Before the war of literati has begun, I want to meet a few acquaintances and pay my respects to Han. Holy.”

Yingtian was very surprised when he heard this. He had never thought that Ci Song would have such an idea. This was a very risky thing. After all, Daliang and Han were already at war. As literati from Daliang, if they entered the capital of Han, they would be in danger if something unexpected happened. It might even endanger Daliang's plan to attack Han.

This was tantamount to sending oneself into the tiger's mouth. It was a very risky thing, but Yingtian agreed.

"When Mr. Ci and I traveled to various countries, we met an old gentleman in Han Sheng Academy and benefited a lot. Now that we are in the capital of Han, we should take this opportunity to pay tribute to Han Sheng."

"Okay, let's set off immediately. Yao'er, let's go together." Ci Song turned to look at Mo Yao and said.

"Well."

The three chose to walk this time. Ci Song and Mo Yao were Hanlin cultivators, and Yingtian was a Jinshi. The distance of ten miles was not far for them at all. It took them less than half a minute to arrive in front of the capital of Han.

"Who are you?"

The city defense soldiers above immediately stood on guard when they saw the three of them, drawing their bows and arrows, aiming at them.

"Ci Song from Daliang State wants to enter the city to have a chat with Mr. Han Yan, and then pay tribute to Mr. Han."

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