The most unlucky crossing in history

The news of the Uighur's invasion of Jingzhao spread throughout Jingzhao like fireworks on New Year's Eve.

Jingzhao City, which had been stable for a hundred years, was in chaos.

All the people in the city fled hastily, and some of the wealthy families even packed up their belongings immediately and prepared to flee the capital.It's just that before these people stepped out of the house, they discovered that those Uighur soldiers seemed to have descended from the sky, flooding the streets and alleys in a short period of time, holding scimitars and crossbows on their backs, charging straight up in a terrifying manner!

How can the Jingzhao people know how vicious the Uighurs are?Seeing such a situation, they had no choice but to hide in the house shivering and dare not go out, only dared to peek outside through a hole in the door.

I saw some soldiers guarding the city go straight up, but the Uyghurs were already red-eyed. The big man in the lead shouted something, and the Uyghur soldiers behind him were even more excited and their momentum was high. In the next moment, the guards of Jingzhao City were forced to retreat steadily.

"What's going on?! How did these Uyghurs enter the city?! Even if the Northwest is defeated, it is impossible for these Uyghurs to sneak into the capital. Besides, the city is so tightly searched during this period that it is difficult for mosquitoes to get in and out. How could they enter the city?!"

It's just such a question, the people in the city can't get an answer now.

The soldiers defending the city fought against the Uyghurs. In just one day, the Jingzhao, which had been prosperous for a hundred years, was full of blood and mourning. The street stalls and shops along the street were looted by the Uyghurs...

No one knows how many Uighurs have mixed in, but they probably know that there are about [-] imperial guards stationed in the north of the imperial city all the year round, but now the number of soldiers in the city is only [-]. I don't know if the rest of them have not yet entered the city, or they cannot enter the city. …

Wei Hechao wanted to seize power, so naturally he had calculated the forbidden army long ago.The [-] forbidden army in the Great Qing Dynasty should have been ordered by the emperor himself, but because of the daily task of defending the city, the late emperor, that is, Emperor Yu'an, handed over [-] of them to the Military Department of Shangshu Province, just like the prison in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment. Orders can only be in the hands of the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and the order tokens of the [-] forbidden troops of the Ministry of War can only be in the hands of the Minister of the Ministry of War.

And Zhou Xian, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, had [-] imperial troops in his hands, and he had already taken them back into his hands. As for the remaining [-]...

The previous emperors had been afraid of the Xie family for many years. Although they had handed over part of the military power to the Xie family, they still didn't believe it. Therefore, the forbidden army never let the Xie family get in touch.

All the examinations are conducted by the generals and instructors appointed by the emperor.

Even Wei Hechao had to admit that Xie Cheng was indeed a rare general in the court. If Xie Cheng trained the forbidden army, he might be more concerned about it, but...

Wei Hechao sneered when he thought of the general of the Forbidden Army who was obsessed with beauty.What will happen, what will happen to the soldiers, with such a general around, these forbidden troops are nothing more than mobs.What's more, Jingzhao City has been at peace for a hundred years, and the soldiers guarding the Forbidden Army's battalion have long been content with pleasure. I'm afraid they never expected that the Uighurs would kill the imperial city one day, and they have already lost their blood.Naturally, Wei Hechao is not afraid.

only......

"Zhou Xian has disappeared so far?" In the depths of an inconspicuous small building in the south of Jingzhao City, Wei Hechao frowned when he heard the spies' report.

Speaking of which, among the [-] forbidden troops, it is considered useful, that is, the [-] in hand. When Zhou Xian was attracted back then, he was asked to hand over the command of the forbidden army in his hand. Originally, he should have rushed here a few days ago , but suddenly disappeared, only sent someone to send the token, what happened in it has not been found out so far, even a few capable spies under him have not found any news.

Although all he wanted was the token, it didn't matter to him whether Zhou Xian came or went, whether he lived or died...

After thinking for a moment, Wei Hechao raised his eyebrows and said: "Forget it, I don't need to check Zhou Xian's whereabouts, as long as the token arrives, you can give the token to Qin Haoming and let him act according to the plan."

Wei Hechao, the spy who was kneeling with his hands bowed his head, whispered a few words to Wei Hechao before leaving. Wei Hechao nodded, and he left.

At the same time, in the dark night, a group of five people in black clothes quietly left the gate of Jingzhao city with a big black bag on their shoulders, and ran all the way north.

In the north of the city, in the Forbidden Army Camp, General Min Zhitong, who had been waiting for the Imperial Army's order for a long time, walked back and forth in his tent anxiously.

In the daytime, the northern observation tower of Daying Mountain had seen the flames of war in Jingzhao City. It has been three hours so far, but I don’t know why the token from the Ministry of War has not arrived yet. Without the token, Min Zhitong doesn’t know whether he can act or not. Is this the moment that Prime Minister Wei said, he is afraid that he will make a mistake and ruin the affairs of Wei Cheng, then...

I don't know how many times the curtain of the tent was lifted today, Min Zhitong looked at the brightly lit Jingzhao City in the distance, and asked the guards in front of the tent, "Is Zhou Shangshu still in the future?!"

The soldier in front of the door shook his head: "No, General, you said that the flames of war are all over.

I haven't waited for the token for so long, could something have happened? "

Hearing this, Min Zhitong was furious, slapped Xiao Bing on the head, and cursed: "What nonsense! If something happens to you, can you and I survive? You'd better pray to God that nothing will happen!"

"Yes Yes Yes......"

But before the little soldier admitted his mistake, the guards of the camp in the distance rushed over: "General! General! Zhou Shangshu is here!!"

Min Zhitong let go of that tone for the time being, and was about to speak in response, but frowned when he saw the few people following him.

Zhou Xian did come, but he was pressed into the camp by a sword, and Min Zhitong recognized the people who escorted him, and three of them could even be regarded as old acquaintances.

Bai Lan, Zhao Feihe, Gong Rangyu...

Back then, when the Xie family selected guards for their son Xie Wenyuan, they went with a group of more than [-] boys, because everyone knew that the son of the Xie family would inherit the position of general in the future and become the general who protects the country and the border. As a young guard, as a confidant, his future is boundless.

But at that time, only six people were selected from more than [-] people, Bai Lan and others were among them, but he, Min Zhitong, was screened out.

However, Min Zhitong looked at the few people who were still guards in front of him, and compared his current status as a general, Min Zhitong still wanted to laugh. Now it seems that it would be better if he was eliminated in the first place?

However, looking at the situation in which Zhou Xian was detained, the reason why he has not received any news is obvious.

Min Zhitong frowned slightly, and stepped forward: "I don't know, brother Zhang, what is the meaning of you rushing to the Imperial Army's camp after tying up the court officials like this?"

"Min Tso, you don't need to cover up anymore." Bai Lan took a step forward and said, "Zhou Xian and Wei Hechao and others wanted to force the palace to seize power, which is already a serious crime. It is to convey a sentence for the new king, you have not acted yet, and you have not made a big mistake for the time being, if you can make up for your mistakes at this time, the past will not be blamed."

Min Zhitong shook his head and smiled and said, "Bai Lan, Bai Lan, you really can't see the situation clearly or something? It's not up to me to decide whether the [-] forbidden troops will move or not."

"Do you need a token?" Brandon asked.

Min Zhitong nodded.

"Even the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment can't do it here?"

"No."

Bai Lan smiled, "Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

He hadn't finished speaking, and before others could react, his figure flashed, and the next moment he quickly flashed to Min Zhitong's side.

Seeing this, Min Zhitong's heart trembled, he drew a knife from his waist, and then blocked the menacing blow. He didn't open his lips, and was about to call out sharply, but Bai Lan didn't allow him to move too much. He lowered his body and moved the knife back very quickly to chop Min Zhitong's waist. Cold sweat dripped from the center of Min Zhitong's brows, and he narrowly avoided it, but before he could rejoice, Bai Lan walked into his arms at some point Behind him, the knife was firmly pressed against his neck.

It took only two rounds, and the officers and soldiers around reacted to surround them with their knives, but it was too late, and the general who led the [-] forbidden army was held hostage.

Min Zhitong was shocked, and before he had time to startle Bai Lan's improvement in martial arts, Bai Lan's cool voice sounded behind him: "Min Tso, your skill is much weaker than it was back then."

Min Zhitong shook his hands, almost unable to hold the knife in his hand.He suddenly thought that in that year, he had lost to Bai Lan so he could not enter Xie's house, but at that time, he could at least fight Bai Lan for more than [-] strokes... Why, all these years, he was a bodyguard He has made more progress than this general? !

Bai Lan didn't care what Min Zhitong was thinking, he just said: "My lord, let me remind you that the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment has also been sent to you. He is the mouthpiece of the emperor's family's orders to the forbidden army. After all, you are listening to the emperor's orders. Instead of that token, he said, if you don't obey, then he will kill you."

Min Zhitong snorted and said, "Bai Lan, how dare you kill me? Even if you have the ability to ascend to the sky, you will not be able to overcome the [-] army. If I die, none of you will live."

Bai Lan laughed when she heard the sound: "Why not dare? Min Tso, do you think if you die, will the [-] imperial guards follow your orders or mine?" Speaking of this, Bai Lan took out a piece of imperial decree from his pocket.

When Min Zhitong saw it, his face instantly turned pale. The Emperor's Token was the token given by the Taizu to his subordinate provinces back then, and it was in charge of the Shizhongling. Seeing this token, as if seeing the emperor, he can order the forbidden army. Anyone who refuses to obey will be beheaded for public display.

If Bai Lan could have this token, it must have been given to him by Xie Wenyuan, and Xie Wenyuan had this token...presumably because he teamed up with Xinjun.

The sentence that killed him was not a lie...

Min Zhitong smiled sadly, "Since I have this thing, what do I need to do? Just do it."

"Your Excellency has his own intentions in keeping you." Bai Lan seemed to be recalling something, and said, "Your Excellency once mentioned that you are not good at martial arts, but you are good at spotting soldiers and platoon generals. I guess I just want to give you a chance.

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Min Zhitong was startled, then lowered his head and contemptuously. It took him a long time to respond: "Your Excellency has any arrangements, just order them."

Half an hour later, Wei Hechao's people came to the camp and explained in detail with Min Zhitong the plan to attack the city late at night, and Min Zhitong agreed.

After the others left, Bai Lan and the others came out from behind the tent and further explained the strategy of Xie Wenyuan to him.

On the fifteenth night of September, the full moon was as bright as a mirror, and when the Uighurs attacked the imperial city, Wei Hechao, who had disappeared for many days, suddenly came from the north with ten thousand guards and twenty thousand forbidden troops holding high the banner of protecting the emperor.

In the imperial city, Xie Wenyuan, who commanded the officers and soldiers defending the city against the Uighur soldiers, laughed when he received the message.

Tan Yuanyong on the side said, "I don't know what Mr. Xie thinks our chances of winning this time?"

Xie Wenyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Fifty percent."

After all, he didn't say any more, and only let Zhang Hong and General Kou who guarded the imperial city talk about strengthening the guards in the north of the city. As soon as Wei Hechao led the soldiers to arrive, they immediately launched a large-scale fire attack.

The night was getting longer and longer, and the imperial city, which was lit up by the flames of war, gradually gave off a pungent and disgusting smell of burnt flesh. Counting that Wei Hechao should have attacked outside the city, Tan Yuanyongzheng wanted to give another order, and a man in the distance The general defending the city rushed over in a panic, "Report—!"

Seeing this, Tan Yuanyong frowned and said, "Speak!"

"The south gate of the imperial city was attacked by guards from the Wei Dynasty! The [-] imperial guards did not accompany them!"

Tan Yuanyong's complexion suddenly changed when he heard the words, and he said sharply, "What's going on?!"

The general's face was full of sadness: "Wei Hechao's [-] imperial troops near the gate of the North City, Min Zhitong, are locked outside the gate of Jingzhao North City!"

Xie Wenyuan frowned in a rare way.

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow.Want to spoil it, but I won't.