I have a role in the heavens

Xu Zisheng took the lead, his awe-inspiring righteousness enveloped the world, and a white light shone across the border. He waved his hand and said loudly.

"All soldiers follow me to fight!"

"The soldiers under my command are as strong as oxen, as quick as leopards, as ferocious as tigers, and as smart as foxes. They are invincible in battle and conquerable in all attacks!"

Haoran's righteous energy fell from the sky and fell on the 36,000 soldiers. Everyone felt energetic, clear-minded, strong in blood, and light in their steps. Along with Xu Zisheng, they rushed out of the camp and headed toward the opposite side, where Yanguo and Kangguo gathered eight soldiers. Thousands of troops launched an attack.

The Wushen Cult army was shocked. They didn't expect that Dafeng's army was so crazy that 30,000 people dared to attack an 80,000-strong army, and it was so sudden.

Upon seeing this, King Nurhejia of the Yan Kingdom quickly mobilized his troops to fight against Dafeng. Although this fourth-level master of dual systems was not as capable as King Xiahou Yushu of the Jing Kingdom, he was not an ordinary person. He was extremely talented and quickly organized The 80,000 troops formed a neat array, like cut tofu cubes, and launched an attack on Dafeng's 30,000 troops.

Xu Zisheng nodded slightly. The opponent was indeed not weak. Under such sudden circumstances, he still had the ability to lead the army. This should not be underestimated. Confucianism followed through on his words and used them again.

"I said that meteorites falling from the sky will knock down the enemy's camp!"

Haoran's righteous energy was consumed in large quantities. In the endless sky, countless meteorites fell down, and flames ignited. They were extremely fast and fell hard on the army of the Witch God Cult.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

People flipped on their backs, the ground shook, gravel splashed, and powerful energy shock waves threw the Wushen Cult army into chaos. There were roars, wails, explosions, horses neighing, and the soldiers were horrified, completely losing their fighting power.

"Kill with me!"

Xu Zisheng drew out the sword from his waist, swung it forward, and took the lead in rushing into the enemy formation. He swung his sword and chopped down one enemy after another. Blood splashed and dyed the white robe on his body red. He was invincible and unscrupulous.

The soldiers watched the countless meteorites fall into the enemy formation, and the general took the lead, with his fighting spirit reaching its peak. He shouted unexplained roars and followed closely behind, killing like crazy.

In this battle, the Wushen Cult was completely defeated and had no intention of fighting. The whole army was wiped out and no one of the 80,000 soldiers survived. The head of King Nurhejia of the Yan Kingdom was chopped off by Xu Zisheng himself and carried on the long sword. His eyes were wide open and he would not close his eyes until death.

"Vulnerable!"

Xu Zisheng swung his long sword and threw Nurhejia's head on the ground. He urged his horse to crush Nurhejia's head. Looking to the north, the sword pointed to the north, and the clear voice resounded through the battlefield again. .

"All officers and men, follow my horses to Mount Jing and set out for battle!"

"Here!"

Xu Shijun, the Marquis of Wu'an, and Jinluo, the watchman, and Xu Qian and others shouted in response that this battle was a complete victory, which convinced everyone that they were willing to follow the new coach in the battle. The point pointed by the sword was the direction in which they charged.

The army set out with great speed. Everyone was on scud, faster than the thousand-mile horse. They rushed towards the hinterland of the Yan Kingdom. They fought constantly along the way and were victorious. No matter how many men and horses the opponent had, they all penetrated the enemy's formation head-on. They were defeated and slaughtered, leaving behind piles of corpses and rivers of blood.

Xiahou Yushu, the leader of Jingguo, was a handsome man. Facing Xu Zisheng, he closed the city and did not come out. He acted like a coward and did not dare to compete with Xu Zisheng on the battlefield. He felt inferior.

Xu Zisheng's 30,000 soldiers and horses had no food and supplies support. After three days of fighting, they were already short. Faced with the enemy's persistence, they had no choice but to retreat to Xiangzhou.

Xu Zisheng led 36,000 men on an expedition. They fought thousands of miles and were invincible. They killed more than 200,000 enemies. Blood flowed like rivers. The Wushen Sect was defeated and defeated. They once again entered Jingshan and welcomed back the corpse of Wei Yuan. , his reputation shocked the world, and no one dared to compete with him.

At the same time that Xu Zisheng returned from victory, the city of Kyoto learned that 80,000 troops from the Yan Kingdom and the Jing Kingdom were approaching Xiangzhou. The government and the public were shocked and panicked for a while.

In the royal study, Emperor Yuan Jing sat behind the desk, looked at Yuan Xiong, the censor of Zuodu in front of him, and said in a deep voice.

"Yuan Aiqing is the pillar of the country. I have studied for a long time and think Qin Aiqing is the one who can take on the big responsibility."

"Your Majesty is so complimentary, I am so ashamed."

"Qin Aiqing, don't refuse. When Wei Yuan's matter is settled, the situation in the court will change."

"It is the duty of a minister to feed the emperor and bear his worries. It is the duty of a minister to share your worries."

Emperor Yuan Jing looked kind and nodded with satisfaction. He used Yuan Xiong smoothly and said.

"Now that Wei Yuan has died in the battle in Jingshan City, the headquarters of the Wushen Sect, the watchmen cannot be leaderless. We need someone to control the watchmen and the Metropolitan Procuratorate. I was originally interested in Yuan Aiqing."

Yuan Xiong could almost hear his own heart beating wildly, and his excitement was surging, but he remained calm on the surface and bowed without revealing anything.

"This humble minister will be your Majesty's fault."

Emperor Yuan Jing changed his tone and asked, hinting at the Zuodu censor.

"What does Yuan Aiqing think of the Northeast War?"

Yuan Xiong understood immediately after hearing this, bowed and looked up at Emperor Yuan Jing, full of flattery and ingratiation, and asked.

"Your Majesty, please make it clear!"

The next day, during the Great Court Meeting, the Jinluan Palace was filled with civil and military officials. Emperor Yuan Jing and Emperor Yongxing sat on dragon chairs, looking down at the ministers in a solemn atmosphere.

Censor Zhang Xingying came out and said loudly.

"Your Majesty, Duke Wei captured the main altar of the Wushen Cult and massacred Jingshan City, which was the first of its kind in the Central Plains Dynasty. I sincerely request your Majesty to posthumously make Duke Wei the first-class Duke of Wei, with the posthumous title of Zhongwu."

This is definitely the highest honor after Emperor Wuzong. The first-class Duke of Wei is the highest title, and Zhongwu is the highest posthumous title for a military commander.

After all, Wei Yuan was not a scholar who came from the imperial examination and had no fame. Otherwise, if Zhang Xingying dared to ask for the posthumous title Wenzheng, that would be the highest honor for a courtier.

All the officials in the court looked at each other with rare no rebuttal, including former political opponents. In the past, the civil servants would have jumped out and slapped each other in the face, but not now!

Wei Yuan's achievements are enough to match these honors. Death is like a lamp going out, so what if he is given a posthumous name? Wouldn't it just show the generosity of officials like them who are orthodox scholars.

Officials of the Wei Party came out one after another to echo Zhang Xingying, with such great momentum that Emperor Yuan Jing frowned slightly.

Emperor Yuan Jing remained silent, obviously unwilling to give glory to Wei Yuan. He glanced at Yuan Xiong, the censor of Youdu, who understood and shouted loudly.

"Zhang Xingying and others are talking nonsense! Your Majesty, you must not be deceived by these traitorous ministers!"

Emperor Yuan Jing frowned slightly, pretending to be unhappy, and asked softly.

"Why did Yuan Aiqing say this? Wei Yuan is my great military god. He has made great contributions to the country and sacrificed his life for the country. He was my confidant and beloved minister during his lifetime, so it is appropriate for him to be awarded a title."

"His Majesty!"

Yuan Xiong looked excited, looked around at the ministers, and shouted loudly.

"Wei Yuan's death is not a pity. He was a reckless man who brought disaster to the country and the people, not a meritorious official."

"Bastard thing!"

Liu Hong, the censor of Youdu, was furious when he heard this. He was a confidant promoted by Wei Yuan and the backbone of the Wei party. The imperial envoy Zhang Xingying was also his subordinate.

Snapped! The old eunuch cracked his whip and scolded as if he was extremely dissatisfied with Liu Hong's rebuke.

"No noise."

With Emperor Yuan Jing supporting him, Yuan Xiong did not panic at all. He turned a deaf ear to the indifferent, hostile or joking looks of the princes and said with emotion.

"Wei Yuan indeed captured the main altar of the Wushen Cult, which was the first of its kind in history. Based on this alone, Wei Yuan's crimes are too hard to write down."

When Zhang Xingying heard this, his face turned livid, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Yuan Xiong with a cold light, and his voice was extremely sinister.

"Is it a crime to capture the Wushen Cult's main altar? Your Majesty, Yuan Xiong colluded with the Wushen Cult and committed treason and collaboration with the enemy. Please behead this beast."

Yuan Xiong was not afraid at all, and said loudly with a righteous look.

"The purpose of the army's expedition was to aid the demonic barbarians and prevent the Witch God Cult's ambition to annex the northern territory. But what did Wei Yuan do? He led his army to Jingshan City, the headquarters of the Witch God Cult, and caused the death of more than 80,000 of my soldiers. .”

"Wei Yuan clearly did this for his own selfish reasons and was greedy for power, which is why he caused such heavy losses. Your Majesty, there are more than 80,000 soldiers. They have parents to support and children to raise. Just because Wei Yuan is greedy His meritorious deeds caused the soldiers to die in battle in a foreign land. How can such a person who brings disaster to the country and the people be granted a title? How can he be given the posthumous title of Zhongwu?"

Qian Qingshu, the cabinet scholar, was also angry. He stood up and scolded Yuan Xiong.

"Yuan Xiong, don't talk nonsense here and confuse the public! Da Feng wants to help Yaoman and let the Wushen Cult withdraw its troops. Is there any better way than to capture the Zongtan? After Wei Yuan captured the Zongtan, Jingguo immediately withdrew his troops. This This is the best proof. In battles on the battlefield, casualties are inevitable, but the capture of the Wushen Cult's main altar is the first of its kind. How can I allow you, a villain, to slander you!"

Yuan Xiong sneered disdainfully, looked down at everyone, and said arrogantly.

"If you want to force Jingguo to withdraw its troops, there are many ways. Is it more difficult to attack the capital of Jingguo than to capture Jingshan City? Wei Yuan is a master of military art. He knows these truths, but he chose Jingshan City and ended up with a hundred thousand troops. The entire army was nearly wiped out, and only more than 10,000 people escaped."

"Why did he do this? Didn't he just want to set a precedent in history and leave his name in history!"

"Your Majesty, Wei Yuan was greedy for power and advanced so rashly that our Dafeng suffered heavy losses. Even the monsters and barbarians did not suffer as much as our Dafeng. Is this aiding the monsters and barbarians? This is weakening the country's own strength. Jingshan City has certainly fallen. , but how can I, Dafeng, win?"

"I believe that Wei Yuan not only has no merit, but has committed a crime, and I also ask your Majesty to convict Wei Yuan!"

Yuan Xiong was righteous and arrogant, looking down on the audience. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a hint of pride appeared in the depths of his eyes. He was proud in his heart. If this thing is done, His Majesty will let him take charge of the police and the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He will also replace Wei Yuan and become the boss above the court.

Emperor Yuan Jing pretended to sigh, with a somewhat sad look on his face, and said hesitantly.

"Wei Yuan is my confidant and has been with me for more than 20 years. I am deeply saddened that he sacrificed his life for the country!"

"Although what Yuan Aiqing said is not unreasonable, I don't want to talk about it at this time, lest people in the world misunderstand that I am too cold and ungrateful!"

"After all, there are rumors that it is Wei Yuan's fault that I am able to secure my position!"

The ministers were in an uproar. They were all old foxes for thousands of years. They couldn't hear the deep meaning in Emperor Yuan Jing's words. They obviously believed that Wei Yuan had no merit and should be convicted. This was too ruthless!

The chief assistant Wang Wenzhen often fought with Wei Yuan when Wei Yuan was alive, but at this time he did not allow Emperor Yuan Jing to even give Wei Yuan his posthumous name. With deep exhaustion on his face, he came out again and respectfully vocal channel.

"Your Majesty, what Yuan Xiong said are all false accusations. Wei Yuan is the great military god. He captured the main altar of the Wushen Cult in one battle, defeated the Wushen Cult army, and slaughtered millions. He should be rewarded!"

When Yuan Xiong heard this, he was shocked. He caught the loophole in Wang Wenzhen's words and scolded him.

"Your Majesty, when Wei Yuan attacked the Yan Kingdom, he massacred cities one after another, killing innocent people indiscriminately, and was cruel. You must not be canonized for such people, otherwise, they will be infamy for thousands of years!"

Emperor Yuan Jing's expression changed slightly, looking a little ugly, and he nodded slightly, obviously agreeing with what Yuan Xiong said.

Chief Assistant Wang Wenzhen's face was livid, and he looked at Yuan Xiong angrily, wishing to drive this treacherous villain out on the spot. He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and was about to explain Wei Yuan again.

"No need to say it!"

Emperor Yuan Jing waved his hand, sighing with deep exhaustion on his pale face.

"There is no need to rush to a conclusion about Wei Yuan's merits and demerits. Let's stop here today and discuss it tomorrow!"

Emperor Yuan Jing knew very well that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and he had no intention of settling the matter now. He needed to make gradual progress in cycles, wearing down the opponent's energy and fighting spirit bit by bit. Only by winning over a group of people and suppressing a group of people could he win the final victory. .

Emperor Jing of the Yuan Dynasty knew that if he tried to convict Wei Yuan against all opinions, he would end up repeating the situation where the officials surrounded the Meridian Gate after the death of King Huai.

Emperor Yuan Jing stood up slowly, turned around and walked towards the back hall, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a smile blooming.

"Da da da!"

A burst of heavy footsteps came from outside the hall. Xu Zisheng's body had been stained with blood, and it was red and fishy. He strode into the Jinluan Hall with a sword on his waist, stood in the center of the hall, and said loudly.

"Wait a minute, there's no need to wait for tomorrow, let's make it clear today!"

The raised corners of Emperor Yuan Jing's mouth froze in an instant, and he suddenly turned around to look at Xu Zisheng, whose clothes were stained with blood. At this time, the Yong'an Marquis had an edge and evil aura that he had never had in the past, like a battlefield general, with terrifying power.

"Why are you back?"

Emperor Yuan Jing asked awkwardly, his pupils constricted. Xu Zisheng's sudden return caught him off guard. He had planned to take advantage of Xu Zisheng's absence and Wang Wenzhen to be alone, to convict Wei Yuan and create an established fact. Even if Xu Zisheng returned in the future, there would be nothing he could do. Change.

"Why can't I come back?"

Xu Zisheng did not show any politeness at this time, and no longer even called himself a minister. He slowly walked forward and walked to stand in front of Yuan Xiong, who was trembling all over. His eyes were slightly narrowed, the cold light shining, and the murderous intent was terrifying and deadly. Staring at Yuan Xiong, he said coldly.

"It was my fault, I shouldn't have kept you!"

When Xu Zisheng suddenly appeared, Yuan Xiong had a vague feeling that something was not good, and had a feeling of impending disaster. Now when he heard Xu Zisheng say this, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and a pool of turbid and smelly water lay under him. It spread so much that he was so frightened by Xu Zisheng that he became incontinent.

"Master Xu, please spare me!"

Yuan Xiong's face was full of fear, his pupils were dilated, his eyes were evasive, he did not dare to look directly at Xu Zisheng, his body was huddled, trembling constantly, and his voice was sharp and harsh.

Xu Zisheng frowned slightly as he smelled the fishy smell in the air. He lowered his head to look at Yuan Xiong, who was frightened by him. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his slender white fingers.

"Qiang!"

The cold light shone, and the sharp sword slashed across Yuan Xiong's neck, and blood spurted out and spilled all over the ground.

Yuan Xiong looked up at the expressionless Xu Zisheng in disbelief. He covered his throat with both hands, as if trying to block the gushing blood. His eyes gradually turned gray and he fell softly to the ground. The red blood was So conspicuous.

"Xu Zisheng, you are so presumptuous!"

Emperor Yuan Jing seemed not to have thought that Xu Zisheng would dare to draw his sword on the Jinluan Palace, nor did he expect that Xu Zisheng would actually kill Zuodu Yushi in front of him and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. He was extremely angry at this time, and his eyes were red. His beard and hair stood on end, he glared angrily, and shouted loudly.

"How dare you commit murder in front of me and all my beloved ladies!"

"Your Majesty, why do you say this?"

Xu Zisheng slowly sheathed the sword, glanced disdainfully at the dead culprit, and then looked up at Emperor Yuan Jing who was above the steps, with an innocent look on his face, and asked.

"Your Majesty, Xu Zisheng, congratulates you!"

Xu Zisheng slightly cupped his hands, with a serious face and stern eyes. Under the surprised gazes of the ministers, he said in a deep voice.

"I was ordered to go out and lead an army of 36,000 to fight against the Wushen Cult. They fought thousands of miles and fought for three days. They killed and destroyed the 200,000 troops of Yan Kingdom and Jing Kingdom. They rode on Jing Mountain and killed Nurhejia, the leader of Yan Kingdom. There are dozens of wizards and generals. Our army has 348 wounded and no one died. Today we return to the court with a great victory!"

As soon as these words came out, the princes were in an uproar and were shocked. This was simply unbelievable. They did not suspect that Xu Zisheng was lying, because for such a big matter, the truth is true, and the false is false. Lying has no meaning, and it is impossible to commit fraud. .

Emperor Yuan Jing also looked at Xu Zisheng in shock. He originally plotted against Wei Yuan in order to let the Wushen Cult massacre the three states of Xiang, Jing, and Henan, to lose some of his luck, and to prepare for the breakthrough to the first-class land immortal. Who would have thought that Wei Yuan would actually break through the Wushen Sect's main altar and make his plan come to nothing.

In desperation, Emperor Yuan Jing could only think of other ways to convict Wei Yuan, shake the fate of the country, and reduce the constraints of fate on him.

For this reason, Emperor Yuan Jing did not hesitate to let Xu Zisheng lead the army to go out, hoping to take this opportunity to convict Wei Yuan, create an established fact, announce it to the world, seal the coffin, and settle the matter. Even if Xu Zisheng returns, this fact cannot be changed.

It's a pity that Xu Zisheng came back too quickly. In just three days, he defeated the allied forces of the Witch God Cult. The Yan Kingdom and Jingguo were defeated step by step. Even the king of Yan Kingdom, Nurhejia, was beheaded. Far more than Emperor Yuan Jing's prediction.

"Even so, it is not the reason for you to act recklessly and kill Yuan Aiqing!"

Emperor Yuan Jing's face was ashen. He felt that Dafeng's national luck had increased, and the pressure on him was greater. Stealing chickens and losing rice not only did not dissipate part of Dafeng's national luck, but made the constraints of his own luck stronger.

"oh!"

"Your Majesty, what I just said was wrong. Our army suffered 348 casualties and one person died. Yuan Xiong, the army staff officer and censor of Zuodu, was as timid as a mouse. When the army was charging, he fell off his horse and died! "

Xu Zisheng made nonsense and directly included Yuan Xiong on the list of those killed in battle, and also arranged a humiliating way for him to die without any military merit.