The Blood Crown

It's Mid-Autumn Festival again.

For the Han people, the Mid-Autumn Festival is the most important festival after the Spring Festival. The full moon in the sky reflects the reunion in the world. Soldiers who have left their homes will miss their relatives who are thousands of miles away on this day.

The people in Yanzhou City are all preparing for the festival. Although Taiyuan City is besieged, it can't take away the auspiciousness and joy of the people for the time being. They don't know that a battle to change the fate of Dasheng is brewing on the surface. Below, a flood-like eruption is about to usher in.

Yan Sikong stood on the tower of the camp, looking at the peaceful Taiyuan City in the distance, he seemed to see that it would be riddled with holes and blood flowing in a few hours.He thought about the countless lives he had borne along the way, none of which he knew personally, but they all died because of him, and his heart was left with numbness.

Feng Ye appeared next to him at some point, and said softly, "Que Wang set off from Qingyang yesterday, and will arrive soon. We are also ready, and we will wait for Zhou Ke's signal."

Yan Sikong nodded, but did not speak.

"Are you looking at the moon?" Feng Ye looked up at the huge full moon in the sky.

Yan Sikong raised his head slightly, and said softly: "'This life and this night are not very good, where will the bright moon look next year'..."

"Next year, we should watch it in the Forbidden City."

Yan Sikong laughed, and said with emotion: "In fact, no matter where you are, you can see the same moon. The delicacies and delicious food are the same. It’s nothing more than a square inch of land, what is the purpose of a person’s lifelong pursuit of fame and fortune?”

Feng Ye sneered: "Speaking of fighting for fame and fortune, how many people can compete with you, but you have such a feeling, isn't it hypocritical?"

"Yeah, it's a bit hypocritical." Yan Sikong laughed at himself, "When I was living on the street, all I thought about was a bite of food, but now I'm probably too full."

"What people want in life is probably..." Feng Ye thought for a while, "Live a life like a fairy."

"What is life like a god?" Yan Sikong turned his head to look at Feng Ye, his deep and wise eyes flickering under the reflection of the moonlight, "Are there really gods in this world? Even if there are, I don't think so Soaring through the clouds and riding the fog, clothed with feathers, immortal.”

"Why?"

"Because human beings are human beings, human beings can't get rid of human troubles and sickness and old age, so they form all their fantasies into perfect 'human beings', which are the gods in human imagination. Humans don't know whether there are gods in reality, even if there are. , It’s not something that people can imagine, people want to understand the real Daling, but they just hope to be "happy like a fairy"."

Feng Ye smiled and said: "Well said, I believe in destiny, but I am not afraid of ghosts and gods. If I want to 'live like a god', I have to rely on the sword in my hand."

Yan Sikong gave a wry smile, and murmured: "A person who has entered the world, how carefree is he?"

Feng Ye gently shook his hand: "What you want is not freedom, but power over the world, isn't it?"

"Yes." Yan Sikong looked into the distance with burning eyes.

"I'll give it to you." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "I'll give you whatever you want."

Yan Sikong's heart skipped a beat, and he tightly held Feng Ye's hand.

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In the dark night, there was a roar from the distant city of Taiyuan, accompanied by the flames shining in the night sky and the thick smoke soaring into the sky, like the first battle drum sounded in this battle, it pierced people's hearts.

Feng Ye led [-] soldiers out, the black army was like a gust of wind passing through the border, sweeping towards Taiyuan with a sinister murderous aura, without wasting any time, they attacked the city immediately.

The arsenal was destroyed, at least the firearms of the imperial army were abolished. Among them, the artillery was the most lethal thing, especially when attacking down the city, where the artillery shells touched, flowers bloomed everywhere. Attack the city while reducing casualties.

Sure enough, after firing dozens of shells on the tower, the sound of the Taiyuan Army's artillery stopped, while the Fengshen cannons of the Wolf King Army continued to roar, and the wood and stone flew together. Crossed the moat.

There were constant explosions in Taiyuan City, and the mess in the armory was still beyond repair, and the towering and solid city wall was in a mess.

But Taiyuan is Taiyuan after all. Although there is no cannon, relying on high walls and deep moats and an endless stream of tens of thousands of soldiers, the wolf king army cannot attack the tower for a while.

The moat is deep and wide, and the cloud ladder is difficult to cross. The soldiers can only climb the bamboo ladder while bumping into the city gate. Under the city wall, corpses are piled up into mountains, and they gradually become ants. Approaching the tower.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong stood at the back, watching the soldiers torn apart like weeds, corpses laying all over the field, blood flowing like rivers, they were heartbroken, but the more damage they suffered, the more they couldn't retreat, otherwise they would have died in vain.

Yan Sikong said in a deep voice, "It's almost time."

It's time for Yuan Nanyu to appear.

The orderly blew two long and two short horns, and the sharp sound pierced through the artillery fire and penetrated clearly into the night.

After a while, the sound of killing came from the southeast, and Yuan Nanyu led [-] soldiers to "out of thin air", went straight to the weakly defended east gate, and launched a fierce attack.

In fact, from the moment the arsenal was blown up, the morale of Taiyuan's army was broken, and Taiyuan's defeat was set.

After a night of fierce fighting, both sides suffered heavy losses. At dawn, Yuan Nanyu took the lead in breaking through the east gate and entered the city, while Wang Mei led a team to break out and escape.

Feng Ye ordered Qian Cunxi to lead [-] soldiers to chase after him, and led the rest of them to rush into the city, completely controlling Taiyuan.

When the city was broken, Feng Ye was so excited that his eyes were red, the joints of the hand holding the rein were turning blue and white, Yan Sikong was also short of breath, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Taiyuan, they captured Taiyuan!

"Wolf King!" Amidst the chaos, a man covered in a mask and covered in blood ran over.

"Que Wang!" Feng Ye's eyes lit up and he hurried over.

Yuan Nanyu cupped his hands and was about to kneel on the ground, Feng Ye supported him, regardless of his blood stains, he gave him a hug, "Good brother! You are worthy of being the number one general of my Feng family army!"

Yuan Nanyu was so excited that he could see how much his chest rose and fell through the breastplate, "Wolf King is wise!"

Feng Ye laughed out loud, a sincere, carefree, complacent, and open-minded laugh.

Yan Sikong also ran to Yuan Nanyu's side, and asked worriedly, "Are you injured?"

Surrounded by people, Yuan Nanyu couldn't be too intimate, but he couldn't help holding Yan Sikong's hand tightly: "I'm fine, I haven't seen you for a few months, how is Master Yan?"

"I'll take care of myself." Yan Sikong also held his hand and said in a trembling voice, "Yu... General Que has worked hard."

Yuan Nanyu shook his head, his eyes were red, "As long as you win the battle, no amount of hard work is nothing. When I heard that you were defeated, I really couldn't sleep for days and nights..."

Feng Ye patted him on the shoulder: "Now we have won, completely won." He said loudly, "It's only mediocre at the first pass in the Central Plains!"

The soldiers shouted in unison: "The wolf king is wise!"

To say that Taiyuan is only mediocre is a wild statement. They fought all night and lost nearly half of their troops. Feng Ye has never had so many people die since the day he raised his troops. If Yuan Nanyu doesn't come, they're afraid...I'm afraid If you really will lose, if you win, it will be a miserable victory.

But as long as they win, they will no longer worry about soldiers, horses, food and grass for the time being. They sit in Taiyuan and look at the capital, and they are a big step closer to the splendid imperial city!

The sun was rising, exposing the tragic scene of a night of fierce battle to the sky. It was a real picture of purgatory on earth. Even Yan Sikong, who was used to seeing the battlefield, still felt suffocated and uncomfortable, but the sacrifice of victory, It's better than the price of failure.

Not long after, Qian Cunxi came back. He knelt down and clasped his fists. He said in shame, "This subordinate is incompetent, so Wang Mo and Shen Hexuan ran away. I beg the wolf king to punish me."

Feng Ye caught the sick Luo Ruoxin, Shen Hexuan couldn't be searched all over the city, so he knew that he had escaped, he said: "Don't blame yourself, if he wants to escape, ordinary people may not be able to catch him." He touched his chin, "Shen Hexuan can run away?"

Yan Sikong also found it inconceivable: "According to his nature, when the city is broken, even if he doesn't punish himself to thank you for his kindness, he should wait for us to catch him, scold him a few times and then save him with death. He will abandon the city and run away ?”

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Maybe it was Wang Mo who persuaded him. In any case, this person is not dead. I feel uneasy, so I sent scouts to follow."

"Yes."

"How about Luo Ruoxin?" Yan Sikong asked.

Feng Ye couldn't help but think of the defeat and humiliation he had experienced in Taiyuan, he said coldly: "Behead for public display."

Yan Sikong recalled the last time he met Shen Hexuan, remembered Shen Hexuan's loyalty to him mentioned in Chen Kui's heart, and then contacted today's abandoning the city and fled, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. Maybe his understanding of Shen Hexuan was still superficial, maybe After so many changes, Shen Hexuan is no longer the Shen Hexuan of the past.It's just that, as Feng Ye said, they can't feel at ease even if this person is alive.

This time they spent half a year using a series of tricks to encroach on Taiyuan from the inside and finally defeated it. If they were to become enemies with Shen Hexuan again in the future, would they still win?

Yan Sikong had a bad premonition, just as he felt that he was born extraordinary and would achieve great things, he also saw the same sense of destiny in Shen Hexuan, the contest between him and Shen Hexuan may have been as early as when he became an official It is doomed, and now, it is far from over... =