[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Perhaps history repeats itself again and again. On the fertile and ancient land of the Central Plains, once again there was a desperate fight between civilizations. As competitors for resources, both sides bet all their fortunes on the gambling table.

And this tortured and saw-saw war lasted nine years.

Over the years, although the Southern Dynasties have not been completely defeated, the trend of the collapse of the big tree is unavoidable. Too many ailments have accumulated in the ancient social structure. They may be able to be whitewashed in times of peace and prosperity. , it will be revealed immediately, and it will appear one after another.

First came natural disasters, summer drought, severe winter snowstorm, and the affected area was extremely wide, which completely punctured the disaster relief system of the Southern Dynasties, which was only a paper shelf; then came the natural peasant uprising, and those who could not survive were left in the Southern Dynasties. In the end, it is the current confidant of the Southern Dynasties, the foreign enemy from the north to the south.

The so-called soldiers and horses go first without moving food and grass. The most important test of the tug-of-war is logistics and supplies. Nomads should not be able to compare with farming countries in this regard, but the Tartars have occupied Jiangnan Road. Fairly passable nearby resupply.

One ebbs and another, every victory of the Tartars means plunder and snatching, and every time they swallow a little flesh and blood of the Southern Dynasty, they will become stronger.

The basic quality of the army cannot be improved in a few short years. Even if the Southern Dynasty had a powerful general who could defeat the Tartars, there was only one "Jingwei" in the Southern Dynasty. On the bare plains, the army of the Southern Dynasty, which could not build a systematic defense, could not resist the Tartars who were divided into three groups. There was no barrier before Hangjing, and there was no natural danger after Jiangnan Road...

As the battle line was pushed again and again, the footsteps of the Tartars finally gradually approached Hangjing.

If he had known that the Southern Dynasty would have such a day, would the emperor of that year not have moved the capital?

It seems that God is helping the Tartars. The winter of this year was extremely cold. After the heavy snow, the rivers froze, and the rich and strong cities betrayed and surrendered one after another. Hangjing, which was originally a transportation hub, was immediately at a loss. After left and right gates, Hang Jing was finally exposed to the Tartars' cavalry alone, and had nowhere to hide.

Exiled people, unwilling soldiers, desperate gentry... The people of the Southern Dynasties gathered in their capital, hoping to get the last refuge. Their last bit of confidence came from their belief all the time, because——

The emperor hasn't run away yet!The adults didn't move either!They must be able to defend this place and drive away all those brutal Tartars!

These poor southerners have only one request left for their emperor, and that is not to be abandoned. The simple people on this land have been praying to their emperor for thousands of years.

But this time, the extravagant hope of the people seems to have come true!The military situation is getting more and more urgent, but there are no unfavorable voices coming from the palace gate. The always weak saint really does not intend to leave, as if he wants to live and die with Hang Jing, squatting firmly in his palace On the seat——

"Wolf ambition! Rebel and traitor!!"

In the deep palace, the white-haired old man in dragon robe trembled and sat down on a gold seat, yelling: "You, you dare to disrespect the order, as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, the enemy is about to make trouble! "

In this old and trembling reprimand, Manchu civil and military trembled - although this "Manchao" is very moist, and "civil and military" is only half left, but this is the Golden Palace after all, and the hall is full of noble adults Ladies and gentlemen, they should be the most powerful figures in this empire, but at this moment they are silent, no one dares to speak, let alone express their loyalty to the emperor

By the way, there is also the prince, this chubby and blessed prince did not lose weight even in the face of the national crisis. At this moment, he is like a big rickety ball, fearful and fearful, counting on someone to take his place.

This old man has no guts, there are always boys in his early years, and the round, fat little grandson is the first to cry out. He is five or six years old, and he can't articulate a word. It is an expression of strong dissatisfaction...

Under the throne, in the hall, a general in black armor stood in the center, not disturbed by the chaos above the hall at all. He fixedly looked at the royal family of the southern dynasty, and his cold gaze gradually disappeared from the faces of the three generations. The little grandson was frightened, the old emperor shut up, and the crown prince, of course, lowered his head shyly.

After a long while, the general looked away and saluted slowly: "Report to Your Majesty, you are a saint of the Southern Dynasty, you cannot and must not abandon the people."

The old emperor couldn't help shivering, and then became angry again, his eyes widened: "Jing Wei! You are so bold, the princes of the court already have a way to tide over the difficulties, but you are going against the law, and even risking the world's displeasure, threatening Chaotang!"

Wei Jinghuan: "..."

After a long silence, Wei Jinghuan sighed softly: "Your Majesty, where do you want to move the imperial capital this time? Further south is the island of Nanyang."

The great enemy was at hand, and the emperor of the Southern Dynasty urgently summoned his ministers. After a plan to find out and do nothing, it turned out to be a one-sided surrender and Kairun. Almost all the real main fighters have devoted themselves to the great cause of city defense, and the false main fighters Then he hurriedly changed his job to the opposite family, so the emperor of the Southern Dynasty wet his clothes with tears, and said in pain that this was the only way to go. We will break through the siege quickly while the Tartars are not surrounding us...

Immediately afterwards, Wei Jinghuan went to the hall to meet him, and immediately shattered the great plan. He surrounded the hall almost like a traitor, and hacked down a few typical models in court. This was a complete shock. these people.

And it wasn't until this time that the old emperor finally understood what Wei Jinghuan meant. This general had no ambition to seize the throne. What he wanted was not the throne, but something even more stupid...

The old emperor lost his voice: "Then what do you want to do?"

Wei Jinghuan cupped his hands: "Whether it's fleeing or surrendering, these are not things you should think about. If the Tartars invade Hangjing, please die for your country."

Martyrdom...

The old emperor and his precious prince really don't have to die immediately. After all, they are still the nominal leaders of the empire, and they shouldn't disappear at this time. They must accompany the Southern Dynasty to the end-the death of the king Sheji, isn't it a matter of course?

The old emperor was choked up. He really couldn't say anything to refute. Apart from survival, he had no reason to escape from Hangjing. Does he want to show his greed for life and fear of death at this time?Now that he has raised a tiger into trouble, there is no need to humiliate himself in front of this traitor.

"thump!"

There was a muffled sound, and the prince fell to the ground. He looked at his father for help like a child: "This, this, this, how can this be done! The Tartars hate us to death, how can we send them up to beg for death..."

"Shut up!" The old emperor scolded in a low voice, then stared at the general in the hall, and roared at the top of his lungs, "Jing Wei! What about you, what are you going to do?"

I?

Wei Jinghuan smiled: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I will naturally go to defend the city."

After answering this way, Wei Jinghuan no longer had any interest in staying here. He walked out of the grand gate and waved his hand, and the guards outside the hall closed the heavy gate. The most prosperous and beautiful palace in the world will be burned in a sea of ​​fire with its current owner.

Wei Jinghuan strode out of the Golden Luan Hall, and there was thunder in the distant sky. The late autumn rain pierced through the halo of the setting sun, like flames rolling down from the sky, and landed on the ground with crackling crackles, and also hit his helmet armor, water droplets It fell down along the black armor, and cut drippingly across his weathered face.

After many years of fighting and running around, he is destined to only last nine years for the Southern Dynasty. At this last moment when there is no way to retreat, Wei Jinghuan has only one last thought...

All this has finally come to an end.

Defending the city is really not an excuse, the battlefield has always been the home of the general.

He will die on the day the city is broken, without a funeral, without offering sacrifices, and without a complete body.

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Even soldiers who died without a whole body can receive sacrifices and funerals from their compatriots.

Sacrifice After the funeral, many war dead could not find their bones, so the Tartars could only record their names and throw them into the fire together, praying that the souls of their ancestors would take them back to the embrace of longevity.

As the sacrificial music subsided, the bonfire gradually extinguished, and it seemed that there was only moonlight left between the sky and the earth, and the singing of the priests gradually stopped. When the sacrifice was completely over, the torches in the camp were relit.

Miao Xuan coughed a few times in a low voice, took the water bag handed by a girl beside him, poured the strong wine into his throat, and finally washed away some of the coldness of late autumn.

"Master Huo Erlanle, how do you feel?" The girl's small face was flushed by the wind, but she only looked at Miao Xuan with concern, "Otherwise, you should rest for a while! My 'Heavenly Grace' may can help you..."

This little girl named Aruna is also a priest. Because of the war, she was released from the holy mountain when she was underage. Announce a turn.

Miao Xuan didn't reject it, and acquiesced that the child was half of his disciple. Seeing that he was willing to accept disciples, the priests were very happy, so they preferred to send the young junior to him.

Miao Xuan doesn't mind about this either, he is very free now, and it is not difficult to teach a few children casually, not to mention, he no longer cares so much about who the people around him are.

In this world, his relatives seem to be very weak. The old palace people who accompanied him when he grew up have long been sent back to the Southern Dynasty, and were fortunate to spend their old age in a peaceful age; but the subordinates who followed him for more than ten years did not have such a relationship. Good luck, from the one-armed butler to the subordinates under the tent, all died under the heart-broken poison...

Almost all the acquaintances around him died miserably overnight, and Miao Xuan no longer had the mood to recruit followers.

Today, he has almost let go of the management of his camp. Although there are still many people around him, these attendants and bodyguards are basically sent by the three Khans, and other than that, they are all priest.

"Thank you, no need." Miao Xuan thanked in a low voice, and returned the kettle to the junior, "Aruna, is it cold? If it's cold, you should go back first."

The girl breathed into her hands in the cold wind, her red face was full of seriousness: "I'm not cold! Tonight is the sacrifice of the heroic soul, my lord, I will not leave!"

In fact, the part belonging to the priests has been completed, and the next step is mainly to mourn the soldiers for their comrades in arms, but this is the most solemn public funeral in the past few years-if it weren't for this highest level, the priests would not have invited Miao. Xuan Lai presided over.

Miao Xuan couldn't help smiling when he heard the words: "Okay, then I'll go to Khan's first, and you can go to Sarina Yada."

The little girl seemed to regard this casual concern as a necessary task, so she nodded solemnly: "Yes!"

After thinking about it, Miao Xuan asked the guards around him to escort her, while he chose a horse at random and drove towards Khan's tent like this.

Now Miao Xuan didn't have any fixed mounts, and he didn't even want to ride a horse—whether it was Youying, Baiyun, or their children, they also died in the poisoning and assassination a few years ago.

Shadow was already very old and very weak, and the ponies hadn't inherited powerful extraordinary abilities, so they were kept in the royal court and were directly affected.

The horseshoe broke through the darkness, and dawn was coming. The soldiers of the Tartars hadn't finished their sacrifice, but Miao Xuan had already arrived at the destination. He lifted the curtain, and the bright fire immediately shrouded him.

In an instant, the chill of the autumn night was completely dispelled.

There were quite a few people in the big tent, but it was not very lively. The three khans were all there, and there seemed to be some dispute between them, so that the atmosphere in the tent was very bad, even to the point of tension, until Miao Xuan arrived——

In this way, the condensation in the air was broken, and the attendants hurriedly served the honored guest, and the conflict on the master's seat eased.

Miao Xuanchao nodded to his nephews. After sitting down, he took a sip of milk tea. The sweet and salty aroma washed away the discomfort caused by alcohol in his stomach, and then he asked, "Am I late?" ?”

"No, little uncle came just in time." Geriletu spoke first, and his expression changed from indifference to a gentle smile in an instant, "It just so happens that our opinions are somewhat different, and uncle is needed to judge."

Although there is an oath, it is still very reluctant for the three khans to rule together. The three brothers who cooperate tacitly in the military stand on completely different positions. Alatan and Chaoluomen will never completely obey their younger brothers. Even Gerilatu is the Khan of the Tartars.

And once a conflict breaks out, among today's Tartars, only Miao Xuan, a priest who was once a teacher, is left with the qualifications and ability to coordinate such conflicts.

A large part of the reason why Miao Xuan would return all his powers was that his identity represented a special meaning. The three Gerilatu brothers were already reluctant enough to maintain the balance of the royal court, and Miao Xuan would not let himself become the king. obstacles to family stability.

"We are discussing the matter of attacking Hangjing." Miao Xuan made a good guess, "Now we have a great advantage, is there any controversy?"

Alatan played with the wine glass in his hand: "Yeah, we have a huge advantage, of course we can't waste time, we should take down the capital of the Southerners in one go, let their Khan blood sacrifice - you all saw it, tonight's What a riot at the funeral, when all the Tartars were thinking of revenge!"

Chao Luomen: "Then how do you attack by force? Hangjing's city walls are still strong, not to mention they still have Jing Wei around, and the grace represented by 'Emperor Heaven' can even make our soldiers unable to touch the city walls, don't you? Is there any good way to kill him first?"

Alatan didn't care: "How hard can this be? Isn't that Jingwei the most kind-hearted? Just grab a group of southerners to play the vanguard, use those prisoners of the southern army as the vanguard to die, and then send the southerners' little ones The cub is tied to the shields of our soldiers, let me see if Jing Wei can do it."

This is really a very vicious strategy. Even the Tartars know that Jing Wei of the Southern Dynasty was a general who was very kind to his own people. The bunker will definitely pull him into a dilemma. Alatan doesn't even need to put in effort to mobilize the "wolves" to cause the Southerners' morale to plummet.

Shaking his head at Chao Luomen, he didn't think this strategy was bad, but he had other opinions: "Hangjing doesn't produce grain and grass, and winter is coming, it's better to strictly follow the supply route, surround Hangjing directly, and encircle them first a period of time……"

Having said that, he paused at Luomen, and smiled subtly: "Maybe at that time, the emperor of the Southerners will kill Jingwei first, and then kneel out of the city gate to surrender."

Yes, it has come to this point, who among the Tartars does not know the virtues of the Southern Emperor?An old guy who is about to die, despicable and cowardly, grabbing power by any means is really ridiculous.

To be loyal to this kind of guy... It is better to be a beggar and beg for food on the street than to be a general under the hands of a foolish king.

"Be patient, my brothers." Geriletu finally spoke, "I think we can wait, the current southerners are the craziest, there is no need to confront them head-on, every ounce of our troops needs Preservation - Southern Dynasties is not our ultimate goal."

Alatan snorted: "I'm afraid they'll just surrender like this. It's not revenge if they don't destroy Hangjing! You make it sound like we Tartars are scared!"

"Why not?" Geriletu was not provoked, but he asked calmly, "Isn't Jingwei a respectable opponent? He is strong enough to kill us. As long as he is still alive, Hang Jing will be destroyed." No, and he is not willing to surrender...then, we should maintain awe, weaken him as much as possible, and then kill him by any means."

As soon as these words came out, Alatan was speechless immediately. After all, everything depends on strength and record. In so many years of fighting, Alatan has never hurt Jingwei from the front, only Geriletu He really succeeded, and almost killed this formidable enemy—he temporarily burned Jing Wei's eyes with a strong light, induced him to make a wrong judgment, and shot an arrow through his chest.

Of course, as a price, Geriletu was almost cut off at the waist. If he hadn't turned over in time and retreated at the risk of being trampled by thousands of troops, he would have died on the battlefield long ago.

For a while, no one spoke in the camp, and after a long time, Chao Luomen sighed softly: "Jing Wei, it's a pity to be born in the Southern Dynasty."

"Who made him refuse to surrender..." Alatan flicked away the wine glass in his hand impatiently, and turned to look at Miao Xuan, "Teacher, what do you think, what do you want to do?"

Miao Xuan was taken aback, he started to lose his mind when he heard "Is there any good way to kill him first", and he didn't come back to it until now.

"...Then continue to wait." Miao Xuan lowered his eyes, "The coldest time has not yet arrived, so let's wait for a while."

Zhao Luomen smiled with confidence in the victory. Although Alatan knew that waiting was a better choice, after hearing Miao Xuan's choice, he still muttered "partiality" in dissatisfaction. Start to smooth things over - "This is the most sensible choice, wait patiently, and then use Alatan's method to completely defeat the southerners. Isn't this better? And we have hardly slaughtered the city in the past few years, yes It is time to restore fear and awe to the slaves."

Now that the three khans had reached a consensus, Nayan's subordinates also expressed their opinions one after another. The strategic layout was perfected in this efficient meeting. After an hour, the meeting quickly ended.

The sky in the distance had been polished, and the attendants raised the curtain of the big tent, respectfully sending off the adults in the halo of the morning sun, and soon, only its owners were left in the tent.

"Little uncle, why have you been distracted tonight? Did you catch a cold?" Geriletu asked with concern, "Your face is too pale."

Miao Xuan was taken aback for a moment, but saw that the other two were also looking at him with the same concern, as if as long as he nodded, they would immediately try their best to keep him warm.

Miao Xuan couldn't help laughing helplessly, then he shook his head again, and said seriously: "I think there may be another way to break through Hangjing."

"Please let me try it first."