[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

This night, Fan Yangcheng was destined to bleed like a river.

Fan Yang did not have a strict curfew, but since the evening of the day, no one was seen on the street. When night fell, no one even dared to light a lamp. They were silent in the dark room, listening to the hurried and heavy march outside. footsteps.

Clouds piled up in the night sky, and the stars were hidden, impenetrable. Fan Yangcheng was like a weak beast, crouching in the deep darkness.

Outside the city, a large number of cavalry troops were approaching, and the horseshoes wrapped in cloth moved forward quietly. Such a thick darkness did not stop their footsteps.

In the city, there are several excellent dark guard teams sneaking around the streets and alleys. You can see erratic figures on the beacon tower, in the mansion of a certain rich man, or in the courtyard of a certain official.

"What I want you to do is not to massacre the city, but to kill the least number of people, use the least cost, and get the most benefit." In the mansion of Prince Guichuan, there was a man sitting in the main hall, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes under the lamp, with a loose and elegant posture. , "I want Fan Yangcheng's news line to be completely cut off. If a piece of news is spread, you will bear the consequences yourself. Do you need me to teach you how to do it?"

Naturally, no one dared to ask him to teach, so black shadows flew out in all directions from the palace of Prince Guichuan. Soon after, the messengers of the beacon tower, the postmen of the post stations on both sides of the official civilians, the officials, gentry and wealthy businessmen who had their own news routes, those People who were at key positions in the news network were assassinated one by one.

"Fanyang City mainly has three parties: [-] private soldiers from historians, [-] private soldiers from rich businessmen, and [-] Fan Yang defenders," the beautiful young man in the main hall of the palace stretched out a slender finger, and tapped on the map on the desktop. Department, "I don't care what method you use, I will make the two private soldiers mess with me within an hour."

Someone under the seat responded in a low voice.

In the night, evil spirits lurk, and the location of the Guichuan Prince's Mansion is relatively remote. People in the city have no way of knowing what kind of great changes have taken place in the palace. They just feel that there seems to be a strange atmosphere in the city since King Guichuan returned to the city, which makes people inexplicable. It was creepy, and the soldiers who changed defenses silently in the city also made people feel that something was wrong, subconsciously the door was closed and they didn't dare to think about it.

Rich businessmen with private soldiers at home ordered their guards to strengthen their protection, and only waited to inquire after dawn tomorrow.

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, the captain of a wealthy businessman's bodyguard accidentally found the body of his young master lying in the next alley while on patrol. Bloodstained, death is miserable.

The captain of the guard hurriedly brought the body back to the mansion, and after a while, the whole mansion was filled with mournful cries.

The person who collected the corpse found a piece of blue cloth in the tightly clenched fist of the corpse, and hurriedly brought it to the master, the fat man in green who was still crying on the chair suddenly jumped up, his red eyes stared at the cloth. that cloth.

He is the head of the Fanyang Chamber of Commerce, and made his fortune in the silk cloth business. His years of cloth business have trained him to have a pair of sharp eyes, and he can judge the source and quality of the cloth with just one glance.

And this piece of cloth is Shi Xu's favorite material.

"How dare you kill my son..." The fat man was trembling with anger, "It's fine to suppress me and other merchants, my son has always been well-behaved, how can I allow such a beast to be so humiliating and murdered! Come on! Please Zhao Hanwang Cai Fang Let the heads of the six families come to the house!"

The only son died tragically, the head of the chamber of commerce was furious, and private soldiers from seven rich merchants secretly assembled.

At this time, the private soldiers of the Shi family who were about to confront the private soldiers of the wealthy businessman, and several generals nervously hid their tracks and quietly went to a dilapidated house.

In the room, there was a square-faced man in gray coarse cloth sitting on a chair, his face was gloomy, and he exuded a violent aura.

It was Shi Siming who escaped from the palace.

And among the subordinates half kneeling in front of him, there are the generals and head coaches of the Shi family, the shopkeeper of a certain restaurant in the city, and many ordinary ordinary people in the city. These people were all secretly arranged by him. The confidant, just to help him survive a certain huge crisis, or even turn the tables.

"All the horses and horses under Huaixian's command have been controlled by Su Yunjing, and the palace has also fallen into his hands. I am afraid that he is hunting down the king in the city now." Shi Siming said gloomyly, "However, no matter how capable he is, he can't hold back tens of thousands of people. Crowd tactics! Gather all your soldiers and horses, and be sure to kill Su Yunjing tonight!"

Several people agreed in unison.

Another person said: "I have a group of black pigeons in my hands. They are extremely flexible and suitable for the current situation. Do you want to send a message?"

"Biography! Let Shi Chaoyi quickly lead his troops back to Fan Yang for support!"

"Yes!"

After everyone retreated, they rushed to take advantage of the night for the Lord.

Shi Xu mobilized all his private soldiers and rushed towards the secret house. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked not far away, shaking torches flashed in front of him. At some point, his troops were surrounded by a group of lightly armored soldiers who couldn't see their way out.

Shi Xu's face turned pale with shock, and he roared angrily without waiting for the opponent to continue to approach: "There are thieves ahead! Kill!!"

Before the sound of killing fell, blood spurted out.

The private soldiers of the chamber of commerce who were mistaken for Su Jixian's subordinates were hit by this sudden blow. The private soldiers of the chamber of commerce who originally wanted to show courtesy first were also jealous, and drew their swords to kill them. Two groups of people fought together at the south alley!

At the same time when Shi Xu gave the order to shoot to kill, many carrier pigeons, whose shadows and tracks could not be seen, flew from all over the city, fluttering away into the distance.

A pitch-black feather fell from the beating of the bird's wings, and fluttered from the air to the roof of a house. The sound of the feather touching the blue tiles was almost inaudible, but some people heard the sound.

"It seems that the private soldiers of the rich merchants and the historians have become chaotic..." Su Jixian said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "Then we will drag the city defenders into the water."

A person kneeling below said: "Master, the letter from Shi Siming to Shi Chaoyi has been sent, and my subordinates can't stop it, please forgive me!"

"I said that no news is allowed to send out Fan Yangcheng. Is it because I haven't punished him for so long that you are all lax?"

"Please forgive me, master!"

"Let's talk about it afterwards." Su Jixian waved him away, but he didn't feel any anxiety because Shi Siming successfully sent the news, "It's okay to send the news, Guo Yao is not a vegetarian... It seems that Shi Siming loves Xiao Son, but in times of crisis, the most important thing is the eldest son who holds the military power, what do you think, Shi Chaoxin?"

In the corner of the lobby, a man tied up like a chrysalis was staring at him, wishing that his gaze would turn into a real knife, gouging out his flesh and blood one by one.

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, the battle between the private soldiers of the chamber of commerce and the historians became more and more fierce. The grievances had been accumulated for a long time. At this time, the fight could not be stopped at all, and Fan Yang's defenders had to send a large number of troops to intervene in the fight. There are empty windows in the defense line.

On the tower, a guard stood upright. Suddenly, he felt that something had crawled near the city wall. He immediately put his hand on the hilt of his sword and poked his head out to check.

"Hey!!" A short arrow pierced his head straight from his jaw, and bright red and milky white liquid sprayed out. The defender's face was still vigilant, and his body fell from the city wall.

One by one, the wall-climbing claw cables hooked the city wall, and many nimble figures grabbed the ropes and climbed up the tower. Without hearing the sound of killing, but in a short period of time, the control of the city wall changed hands.

The closed city gate slowly opened, like a beast opening its huge mouth, revealing its sharp fangs.

A soldier who had come back from the palace was stunned at the opened city gate, his eyes suddenly met a pair of indifferent eyes, he immediately reacted, turned around and ran wildly calling.

"Come here!!! Hurry up...ah!!"

The arrow pierced Xiao Bing's heart from the back, and the force of the shot knocked him down to the ground. Blood foamed from his mouth, his arms stretched forward, and his fingers scratched bloody scratches on the ground. .

"Come...people...ah..."

At the beginning of Haishi, Taifu Su's elite troops who had been lurking outside Fanyang City for several days broke through the city wall!

In the dark night, the horseshoes of the cavalry were like thunder, and the wind swept across the entire Fanyang City. The news network in the city was completely paralyzed, and Fanyang City was already on the verge of death.

The soldiers and horses of the three sides crowded in the alley in the south of the city were still coaxing in their nests, and they were caught off guard by the cavalry who suddenly attacked the city. Before they had time to organize a resistance, a large number of people were killed.

The sound of fighting startled Nightingale, and Shi Siming, who had been waiting for his family in the private house for a long time but never saw anyone, fidgeted uneasy, and suddenly heard the door being knocked open, and hurried forward.

"Master! Master is not good!!" A middle-aged man in messy clothes stumbled and ran in, panicked, "Tang Jun has already broken the city!!"

"What did you say?!!" Shi Siming could hardly believe it, "Fan Yangcheng...was broken?!"

"Yes! The private soldiers in the city suddenly fought civil war for some reason. Fan Yang's defenders are suppressing. The city gate defenses are empty, and the Tang army took the opportunity to break through the city!" The man grabbed Shi Siming's sleeve, "Hurry up! The master will go with the subordinates, and there will be no further delay. You won't be able to get out of Fan Yang! Go to Yunzhou and join the eldest son, there is always a chance to get Fan Yang back!"

"Alright..."

"Where is this going?" A young man asked softly while holding the door frame.

"Xin'er?" Shi Siming stepped forward to hold the young man's arm, "Fan Yang is in crisis now, so he has to leave and meet your elder brother..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the youngest son in front of him in shock.

At this moment, the young man was holding a dagger in one hand. The handle of the dagger was in his hand, but the blade was completely inserted into Shi Siming's waist.

"You...you are not Xin'er..."

"I just found out now, it seems a bit late." A soft laugh came out, "Shi Chaoxin" let go of his hand and pushed him on the shoulder, and Shi Siming fell heavily to the ground.

The candlelight in the room was dazzling, and the lights and shadows were swirling. Countless pictures flashed in Shi Siming's mind quickly, and finally froze at the moment when Shi Chaoxin was completely crushed by the branches.

This was the most chaotic night for Fan Yangcheng.

The mansion of the Guichuan Palace underwent drastic changes, the three parties in the city fought among themselves, the news network collapsed across the board, and the Tang army took advantage of the night to break through the city.

The entire Fanyang City was covered in stinky blood. Before the blood that flowed on the bluestone ground solidified, new blood flowed over again. The ground of Fanyang City was washed by blood again and again.

The plain-headed people shivered in their homes, and there was a brutal fight outside. From time to time, a pool of steaming blood was sprinkled on the windows and doors, staining the window paper red.

This killing lasted for a whole night, and when the sky became pale, the sound of killing began to gradually weaken.

The candles on the candlesticks had burned out, and the candle tears were mottled, and the room was very dark.

Su Jixian sat in the dim lobby, with a sleeping black fox on his lap.

His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his beautiful thin lips were bloodless, but his eyes were always calm, like water, like a mirror.

A light golden morning light passed through the clouds, through the mist, through the treetops, and shot straight into the gate. It gently fell on his face, and his fair and delicate face seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light.

He raised one hand, turned his palm upside down, as if he was suppressing something, and smiled softly.

"ended."

The author has something to say: Fan Yangcheng won it!Next, I will speed up the pace of the plot!Magji was beaten so badly on the battlefield today...