I'm not Murong Chong

In autumn, the city of Chang'an has lost its former beauty. It seems that even the wind that blows in front of us is filled with a gray and depressing smell.Almost all the young and middle-aged people in the city have gone up to the tower to resist the increasingly fierce attack of the Yan army. Only the old and weak, women and children are left in the city, but the little rations they have have to be distributed to the soldiers.

The Wounded Barracks is located under the Yongmen Tower. As the main battlefield, the attack and defense here is particularly fierce. The wounded with broken limbs and legs are often carried down the tower like running water. Healing the injuries The men with slightly less injuries now stand up spontaneously and follow upstairs to fill in the guard positions. Most of them will never come back after this trip.The wounded barracks was full of people lying here and there, some with rotten intestines, some with bruises all over the body, some with crippled legs and broken feet, there were fierce shouts and screams from the towers, the sound of weapons clashing, the sound of bodies colliding with each other It explodes in people's ears all the time, and the hell on earth is nothing more than this.

Mrs. Li struggled to push a two-wheeled cart in, and the people paralyzed on the ground, whether they could move or not, struggled and rushed towards them as if they had been ordered to charge. As soon as Mrs. Li untied the lid of the bucket, there were countless skinny and emaciated animals. Hands rushed over, wanting to snatch the rough-faced black cornbread that lasted a little bit.

"Come one by one! Don't fight for it! There are still people who can't move!" Li Shi yelled a few times in vain, but at this moment, who can care about others in order to survive?Pushed by the crowd, Mrs. Li had to step aside and watched a group of hungry men scrambled up to fight for an empty space—these people might have called her sister-in-law affectionately, and they might have even eaten at her house. It's commonplace, but now, who still recognizes who?Her man used to be a small corporal leader in the army, and he only drank wine every day when he made friends with him, she also scolded and made trouble, and he just passed by with a playful smile—but the Yan army attacked the city On the first day, he died, and he couldn't even get his whole body back - if she had known that today would come, she wouldn't have always cared about him back then, just drink and drink, and always live a peaceful life.She is just a village woman, and she still doesn't understand how the days of food, clothing and comfort for nearly 20 years can be turned upside down in just one year?

She turned her head and saw the man curled up in the corner again—he had been lying there for a few days, and at this moment, his armor was half off, and his injured solid arm was exposed under the tattered sleeves, and he was looking indifferently into the distance. People fighting for food.Mrs. Li went over and knelt down in front of him, looked him up and down: "...your injury is not serious, why don't you go eat some corn bread?" The man didn't answer or look at her, Mrs. Li sighed , reached out his hand and took it out in his bosom, took out half of the remaining rough cornbread and shook it in front of him, there was a hint of instinct in the man's blank eyes, he stared blankly, but hesitantly refused to reach out to pick it up. .

Mrs. Li sighed, and stuffed the cornbread into his palm: "I can't die like this, I can't survive, isn't it worse? Every time I look at the world today, I often think like you, why didn't God kill me sooner?" Do you want me to suffer this life? But people always want to live, as long as there are thoughts in their hearts, they don’t want to die, they can’t die, right?” The man seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly gained strength, turned over and sat up, He lowered his head and chewed vigorously, coughing violently while being choked.At this time, Li saw that the man was tall and tall with long hands and feet. Although his face was covered with blood and dirt, he could still see his facial features and fair complexion, which was different from others. What, he suddenly covered his mouth, and lowered his voice in horror: "Could it be...Xianbei people?!"

The man raised his head suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, then he regained his composure and put on a tense and pleading expression.

Li's heart was pounding, she understood why this man hid in a corner and never came out. If someone recognized him as a Xianbei, he might be torn alive!But he was clearly wearing the armor of the Qin army, and he was recuperating in the wounded camp. If she said she didn't hate the Xianbei people, it would be a lie. Her relatives' homeland was destroyed by these bandits, but that hatred It was hazy, at least she couldn't connect the demon in her imagination with the majestic and helpless man in front of her.She was about to say something in doubt, when she saw the tent of the wounded barracks lifted, and a soldier with a bloody face said sharply: "Everyone who can move goes up the tower! The white captives are attacking the city!" Just now they were still fighting for food. The men squatting and munching stood up in twos and threes and ran out, those who ate a few more mouthfuls still had the strength to curse: "Finally eat enough before dying, and kill a few more white captives to support their backs, it's easy!"

The soldier who came to Latin looked in and shouted angrily: "Those who are standing over there also go up!" Li Shi was shocked, although she was born thicker, she was still a woman, how could she go up to fight? kill?While waving his hands, he flinched back: "No, I can't..." The soldier came over impatiently and dragged her, and said anxiously: "What can't be done?! This time it's a big battle, and the king of heaven went up the tower in person!" Li Shi screamed, suddenly a hand stretched out behind her and pulled her back, but it was the Xianbei man who lowered his head and stood up, saying in a low voice, "I'll go."

Mrs. Li fell to the ground, the soldier saw that it was a woman at this moment, so he let it go, he waved his hand and said in a hurry: "Go quickly! Go up to the tower!"

Dozens of lightly wounded soldiers followed the officer and ran towards the city in silence. Suddenly, a loud bang broke the dead silence. Everyone stopped involuntarily and looked up. Unexpectedly, a gap was smashed out, and amidst the screams of killing, the first Yan soldier jumped out of the battlement wall!

"Quick!" The officer's expression changed drastically, and he ran wildly, pushed aside the wounded soldiers and corpses crowded on the steps, and climbed up the tower in a few steps, and was shocked in place.

Amidst the rapid sound of war drums, ten tall chariots surrounded Yongmen, rumbling towards them under the cover of arrows covering the sky and covering the sun, and the unshielded soldiers on the tower fell down one after another. On the ground, at the same time as the firepower was suppressed, a ladder once again caught up with the gap where the back catapult collapsed!When the crossbow arrows rested for a while, the officer who had led everyone upstairs suddenly let out a violent shout, rushed forward and hugged the first Yan Bing who appeared first, and fell down the ten-foot-high city wall in unison!Everyone was startled for a moment, and suddenly a tall man with brilliant armor strode up to the top of the gap, grabbed a black spear and stabbed the second Yan soldier who rushed to the top of the wall forcefully. He fell down screaming.The defenders who were at a loss broke out into thunderous cheers, and the Xianbei man looked from a distance among the jumping crowd - that was Fu Jian!Not only did he come to supervise the battle in person, he even went up to the tower to kill the enemy himself!With Fu Jian raising his arms, the exhausted soldiers of Qin did not know where to find their strength again. They each raised their weapons and rushed forward, surrounding dozens of Yan soldiers who rushed up the tower desperately, with spears in their hands. Those with shields stabbed in the chest, and those with shields smashed them with their shields. Even if they had no weapons in their hands, they would cling to the Yan soldiers closest to the ground and fall off the city wall, dying with them.

"Hurry up and lift the stone! Block that gap!" Someone pushed the Xianbei man, he only felt his shoulders sink, and a load of stones was on his shoulders. The sound was even more urgent, and there was a neat sound of piercing through the sky, all the Qin soldiers on the tower bowed their heads, Li Bian and others hurriedly tore Fu Jian away from the gap, but Fu Jian was unwilling, and waved away Everyone wanted to fight in person again, and in an instant, the sky was full of arrows!

The unshakable Qin army fell down in pieces again. The Xianbei man was pressed heavily by a person who fell, and then he fell down with bent legs, and all the trembling stones on his shoulders rolled down, amidst the wailing , he pushed the man away vigorously, but just in time to see five or six generals carrying a man passing him face to face, a few clusters of blood-stained arrow feathers were exposed between the shining armor, and they were shaking endlessly. Everyone hurried down the steps - he opened his mouth - that resolute and tenacious face was Fu Jian!He got shot!

Murong Chong and Su Rong Le rode, watching the battle in the formation, the smoke filled the air, the flints flew, the ten buildings and chariots were like wild beasts spewing flames and snatching away people, countless lives were annihilated in it.He couldn't help but clenched the phoenix gun in his palm again, delusional that Murong Yong was still behind him, and could still say to him: "Everything is mine."

In this battle, Yang Ding led the main infantry of the Chinese army to charge and attack Yongmen. Han Yan and Duan Sui divided the two armies into two wings to assist. When he was getting hotter, he said to Murong Chong: "Your Majesty, Yang Ding is very brave, but Han Gao's second army has been falling behind and feinting. If Yang Dingyi can't stand it--" How could Murong Chong not see it? People, how could he send those two people on the field, now he can only hope that Yang Ding will hold on for a while--Chang'an soldiers and civilians are just lingering, and when they have exhausted their last breath, the city will surely fall.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a chaotic sound from the tower. Murong Chong looked farther, and saw a building carriage crashing into pieces, debris and sawdust flying everywhere, and the screams of crossbowmen and climbers inside the carriage. Sent far away in the wind—the next moment, the rest of the building cars started to turn around and slowly returned to the Yan army formation.

"Your Majesty, Yang Ding actually retreated!" Not only Gao Gai was surprised, but even Murong Chong was greatly shocked. He raised his whip, rode his horse out of the battle line, galloped to Yang Ding, and said angrily, "Why did you stop the siege?" !?"

Yang Ding's entire face was covered with blood, greasy sweat, and the blue robe on his body was soaked in blood. He crossed the blunted halberd immediately, and said in a deep voice: "Qin Jun is too desperate. Fu Jian Go up to the city tower to fight to the death, kerosene and rolling stones poured down continuously, the Yan army suffered too many deaths and injuries—even more Qin soldiers who were not afraid of death carried a large bag of saltpeter powder in their arms, and jumped onto the building car when it was lit. One was destroyed—”

Murong Chong raised his hand to stop his words: "Just now, Fu Jian has been hit by an arrow, no matter how brave the Qin army is, it will be the end of its battle, and only one building car was blown up, why don't you continue to attack!?" He said aggressively, "It is you who love me The Yan army suffered too many casualties, or do you feel sorry for the Qin army's defenders who died too much?!"

Yang Ding was silent for a while, and simply admitted: "There are all of them." He has never encountered such a tragic situation in his life. It's hard to kill, and heart palpitations.

Murong Chong was out of breath, left him and rushed to the front line, galloping and shouting: "Don't retreat! If you don't go to Chang'an today, there will be more casualties in the future!" It was so eye-catching, Yang Ding saw that he ran forward and yelled inwardly that he was not good, so he hurried to chase after him.The defenders at the top of Chang'an City also discovered Murong Chong at the same time, and the next moment, counterattack arrows rained down from the city tower!

Yang Ding managed to catch up with Zhebai, and the fluffy arrow feathers were in front of him, he didn't have time to think about it, he jumped up and jumped onto Zhebai's saddle, wrapped one hand around Murong Chong's waist, and walked around him with the other to forcefully snatch it away. The rein pulled the horse's head and shouted: "Go!"

Zhebai let out a long hiss, but he turned his direction. Yang Ding turned his back to the rain of arrows chasing on Chang'an City, raised his halberd, and swung it like the wind, all the arrows that were chasing were broken and pushed aside.

The defenders of the city tower had limited collection of arrows, and after a while they were unable to fire again. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Ding jumped out of the shooting range with his horse's belly, and rushed back into the Yan army's formation.

Murong Chong was still in shock, and immediately yelled: "Who told you to come back?! Qin Bing is about to be overwhelmed! Stop today, won't more people die in the future!"

Yang Ding still sat behind him: "...Is this really what you want?"

"Naturally! Aren't you the same!" Murong Chong turned his head and glared at him, "Dou Chong—he killed Murong Yong! I want him to pay in blood!"

"Dou Chong is guilty, what is wrong with Chang'an?" Yang Ding also looked down at him, "I am different from you, I hate, but I am not blinded by hatred and no longer know what I am doing!"

"Nonsense!" Murong Chong bent his elbow and slammed back hard, Yang Ding was hit hard in the chest by him, he groaned, and suddenly fell off the horse, Murong Chong was startled - Yang Ding was as tall and strong as a tower, how could he be elbowed by him knock down?As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Yang Ding fall to the ground, with half of the remaining arrow feathers shaking in front of his eyes.Murong Chong got off his horse and raised Yang Ding in amazement: "You—you big fool! What are you doing! Why don't you say anything!" Yang Ding stretched out his hand and rubbed it on his pants. After a long while, he said: "Aren't you trying to show off your power? Don't care if you don't want to ignore it, and think it's right—Murong Chong, why don't you hate this bloody battlefield!"

Murong Chong was taken aback, and just about to argue, he listened to Yang Ding and said again: "You are so paranoid and murderous, even if you take Chang'an, take the world and avenge your blood, you will no longer be yourself—Murong Yong would like to see you Are you like this?!"

Murong Chong staggered to his feet and looked around in a daze. This bloody battlefield filled with wild corpses piled up on the mountain - this is what he wants, what he thinks? !

He stretched out his hand to touch his head in pain—he was actually panicking, fearing, and hating everything he had done all the time!But he suddenly found out that he couldn't hold back until now!

The Jinhua Hall of Weiyang Palace was also in a state of panic at the moment, almost all the remaining civil and military officials in Chang'an City gathered in front of Fu Jian's bed, and three or five imperial doctors shuttled among them, ordering the servants to exchange pots of blood, all of them were The expression is heavy.The maids in the palace couldn't help kneeling down, praying for Fu Jian with tears in his eyes.

Suddenly footsteps were heard on the long corridor outside the palace gate. The servant guarding the gate wiped away tears and raised his eyes to look, then hurriedly bowed his head and begged: "Immortal Elder! Please save the life of the Heavenly King!"

The visitor wears a crane cloak, has white beard and hair, and looks like a fairy. He is Fu Jian's imperial teacher, Zhang Jia, the current head teacher of Tianshijiao.He didn't stop at the entreaties of a mere servant, and under the leadership of the two dragon guards, he stepped into the Jinhua Hall almost without dust on his feet.

"Xianchang!"

All the ministers were pleased to see Zhang Jia go out of the mountain and enter the palace, but because Fu Jian was seriously injured and unconscious, it was hard to see joy on his face, they just nodded their heads in greeting and made way for him.

Zhang Jia passed through the crowd lightly, took a seat by the bed, placed one hand on Fu Jian's pulse gate, stroked his beard after a while, and said, "Heavenly King loses a lot of blood and the pain passes away for a while, it should be fine." As soon as he spoke, his surroundings froze The air in the air then loosened, and it was not time for a cup of tea. Fu Jian frowned suddenly, and slowly raised his heavy eyelids. The imperial doctors rushed forward to feed the medicine, and Fu Jian turned his head with difficulty. , said in a dark voice: "Finally, the elder is willing to come out of the mountain for me~"

"God bless Great Qin!" "Chang'an will surely turn the crisis into peace!" Everyone echoed and comforted, and Fu Jian's face also showed a slight hint of joy.It turned out that during the reign of Emperor Shun of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhang Daoling created the "Tianshi Dao" in Heming Mountain, Sichuan. Those who joined the teaching had to pay five buckets of rice. Respected as a celestial master, he exclusively occupied a part of Hanzhong, and became king on his own until the return of the Three Kingdoms to Jin. The Zhang family lost its territory, but its status was still aloof. Sun, who is said to have lived over a hundred years old, Fu Jian welcomed him to practice Taoism in Huashan, and he never went down the mountain easily.

It wasn't long before the happy atmosphere by the couch suddenly heard a report from outside the palace: "The battle letter from the Yan army has arrived!"

There was an uproar and panic in the crowd - today's battle, they had tried their best, and although they were lucky enough not to be defeated, they were essentially at the end of the road, what would Murong Chong do!Are they really going to be forced to die together?

Fu Jian breathed out silently, stretched out his hand calmly, his majesty remained the same: "Bring it up."

He unfolded the scroll silently, glanced at ten lines at a glance, and Dou Chong, who was closest to the ground, saw that Fu Jian had been silent and was anxious, so he ignored etiquette for a moment, and asked, "What did the white captive say again?! "

Fu Jian let go, and when Dou Chong glanced at the letter of war, he saw the shocking words "Chong this time to lead troops is only for revenge, how can you bear to see the lives of people burnt and heroic souls die in vain, if the king of heaven is willing to use the culprit Dou Chong to pay for the crime , then rush and lead the troops back to Efang, and the siege of Chang'an can be solved."