[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

At this moment, the four gates of Yangzhou City were almost like a vicious dog with its fangs shining.

Almost all the defectors thought that this was a surprise attack with a certain chance of winning. They inquired about the city defense situation all the time, tried their best to confirm the current military defense capabilities of Yangzhou, and even confirmed repeatedly whether the walls could be knocked down.

Sounds really simple -

This is a sudden surprise defection, and the alarm bell in Yangzhou has at least 5 minutes to respond.

Chuzhou and Haizhou have strict audits, Jiangyin has natural terrain, and they have already transferred most of the important equipment to Yangzhou.

——Although I have tried to take it out of the country several times, the entire review chain is too strict.

As long as you run away and rush out of this shackle with countless supplies, you can get a generous reward.

Those who participated in the defection included not only the original Jiangyin people, but also the Xincheng residents of Yangzhou, and even many Song people who wanted to follow suit.

But no one could have imagined that what they had to face was not the weak interception of small groups, but the precise artillery fire that had been prepared for many months.

Almost [-]% of the vehicles exploded on the spot and completely lost control, and [-]% of them turned around and rushed back.

The four sides of Yangzhou seem to have returned to the past.

The violent bombardment sounds like meteorites falling one after another, and the ground began to vibrate uncontrollably.

A number of yellow and black aircraft appeared in the sky, and a few bullets shot down and embedded directly into the ground while flying at low altitude.

More and more battle reports and Song State intelligence came through, and then someone came over again to confirm with Liu Xun whether to blow up the entire Changzhou industrial zone according to the A9 plan.

Liu Xi thought for a long time, glanced at the top voters on the twelve seats, and ordered the plan to be cancelled.

If Song State is not given a chance to breathe, new civil strife may break out in Lin State next year.

People sometimes have to keep an enemy for themselves.

At the same time, a messenger in long robes galloped into the gate of Yingzhou City on a black horse through the snow.

Qian Fan sat in the official residence of the prefect of Yingzhou, drinking tea with his military overcoat draped over his shoulders.

Under the guidance, the envoy rushed to him in a hurry, saluted the King of Jin, and said respectfully: "I am ordered by the emperor to discuss peace talks with the general!"

"Talk to...?" Qian Fan blew on the slightly hot tea, without eyelids talking: "Who said that we will have peace talks with you?"

"Warring the Three Kingdoms is not in line with benevolence and righteousness, and it will also damage your country's reputation." The envoy only looked at the gun placed by his table, and continued: "I hope General Qian will think twice, and our Jin Kingdom is willing to form an alliance with Dalin Yong." Well, I will also bow my head and proclaim myself a minister, and pay tribute regularly!"

Qian Fan touched his ears, put the teacup on the table, and said calmly, "Continue?"

The envoy saw that there was something to be done, so he began to talk about various pros and cons, fearing that it would not impress him enough, he even brought out Song Guomeng as an example.

Qian Fan listened without saying a word, and suddenly said: "Delaying time, relying on your mouth?"

Then his expression changed, he forced a smile and said, "What...the delay, what did the general say?"

"Still pretending?" Qian Fan propped his chin and said lazily, "Why don't you believe that we can see things thousands of miles away?"

"You are not an envoy, but a lieutenant general in the Imperial Army of the Kingdom of Jin. Now there are three army horses coming from Zhongjing, and you want to fight again, right?"

The officer's face turned pale, he shook his head again and again and said, "No——no!"

"You'an, what's going on with you?!" Qian Fan just snapped his fingers, and the guards on the left and right landed on the ground and took the man gagged.

There was no response from the headset.

"You'an?" Qian Fan frowned, "Is the deployment over?"

Before he could finish speaking, three gunshots exploded in his ears!

"Oh!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of fighting followed, accompanied by the screams of machine gun fire and flares being thrown high into the sky!

"They brought the team over ahead of time, and they were not monitored." Xin Qiji reloaded his ammunition neatly and said, "We need reinforcements in the southwest and Zhengdong, and I will withstand the firepower from the north—"

Qian Fan frowned, raised his hand to grab his coat, and walked out quickly.

The speed at which Modern Warfare muster is simply terrifying.

Compared with the illiteracy rate and integration ability of ancient times, almost everyone in the modern army is literate and can understand combined instructions, and can flexibly use various modern communication tools to convey information.

Because of this, almost within 10 minutes, the four armies directly blasted away all the golden armies that rushed up with crushing firepower!

Large tracts of forest were burned by gunfire in the dark night, and the continuous vibration and continuous bombardment had already startled all the birds. Even the high altitudes had been invaded by smoke and gunpowder, and the air was filled with blood and gunpowder. Astringent taste.

Lin Jun seemed to rush all the way to Yingzhou, resting here for three days and waiting to negotiate with the Kingdom of Jin. In fact, he was waiting for Wan Yanyong himself to be unable to sit still and come back to fight another positional battle with all his might.

The entire night has been ignited, flares fell from the sky like comets, and the forest and grass on the ground have already been engulfed in flames. The broken branches and the howling of wild animals were all drowned out by the sound of gunfire, and even the cries of people were also erased. of no trace.

Wan Yanyong was really going crazy.

If I knew I shouldn't listen to anyone's nonsense, I just surrendered and opened the door. Why bother to disperse all the only chess pieces.

He didn't see the envoy within the stipulated time, so he knew that this matter would definitely fail.

But, how unwilling he is.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood Zhao Gou's mood before his death.

I have worked hard for many years, and even endured the death of my wife with difficulty, but now I am defeated in front of this heaven-defying army that seems to have the power of gods and ghosts!

Their Kingdom of Jin has no gunpowder, no artillery, and no sharp arrows that can shoot down ghost birds in the sky!

Once Zhongjing is broken, the entire Northeast will be owned by Linguo, and all the cattle, sheep and horses will be used as wedding dresses for others!

"The city gate is broken!! The city gate is broken!!!"

It wasn't until this moment that Wan Yanyong realized that all the servants in the palace had already run away, and only one eunuch was left stumbling back: "Guanjia, Guanjia, run for your life, their ghost car has already driven into the city of Zhongjing , didn’t kill the common people to grab the gold, it’s for you!!”

Wan Yanyong stood up abruptly, and sat down heavily before standing still.

Where else could he escape?

To be a prisoner to the Mongols?Now those uncles and uncles who are in charge of the army have either fled in a hurry or died in battle. They are just useless pawns wearing crowns, and all this has long been irreversible.

"Forget it...forget it..." He tremblingly poured himself the last glass of wine, and drank it down with his neck raised.

The cold wine trickled down his nose and chin, and it smelled like blood.

The emperor stood up slowly, directly pulled out the close-fitting dagger inlaid with the big ruby ​​of the pigeon egg, took a deep breath for a moment, closed his eyes and stabbed himself.

The eight gates of the entire Zhongjing City were fully opened, and more and more military vehicles drove in.

The sharp whistle was mixed with the barking of dogs, and there were six or seven drones in the sky shining green light, like the last spark of fireworks dissipated in the wind and smoke.

Liu Xi stood in the quiet and silent conference hall of the Senate and made a call.

"Ask your Prime Minister to come over and answer the phone."

Yun Qi's voice appeared quickly, and his breath was still steady: "At two o'clock in the middle of the night, what instructions does Liu Yuanshou have?"

"Listen." Liu Xi looked at Zhongjing, who was lit up on the screen, and smiled coldly: "This will be the only and last warning."

"At 27:[-] on October [-]th, AD [-], Zhongjing fell, and the Kingdom of Jin fell from then on."

"Song Guoruo insists on rebelling against the chaos in the future,"

"It will also end like this."

People's hearts are capricious, and the only way to stop killing is to kill.