"Boom ......"

A sky-shaking thunder that fell into the north pass of Fengqiu County burst suddenly, and in the next second, the sky-shaking thunder penetrated through the top and entered the house like a balloon that had been burst, completely exploding.

A huge shock wave mixed with countless dust and small things spilled out of the windows and doors, and then the bulging walls, broken beams, wooden pillars, countless bricks and stones and pieces of wood all flew up, and the whole house was shattered.

There is no civilians in Beiguan, only some soldiers who build barracks on the spot to organize defense, so the earth-shattering thunders can be smashed down without fear. The explosion was really denser and faster than the thunder of summer.

Every explosion of earth-shattering thunder makes people's souls scatter, one house after another collapses and is destroyed, as long as the Song army who stays there fails to escape in advance, there is only one life over there.

In the remnants of the bombed-out rubble, the wounded were crushed under bricks and wood, moaning and screaming. The flesh and blood of the dead were blurred and their limbs were mutilated.

After half a cup of tea, the explosion stopped. However, Beiguan in Fengqiu County has also completely changed, most of the houses have been blown up or collapsed, and a fire has ignited in the ruins. The severed limbs and stumps of the dead were scattered everywhere, and blood was spilled.

As if the sky had fallen, the three views of the soldiers and civilians who were affected by the walls of the sealed mound had been shattered. In the past, they only knew the power of the earth-shaking thunder, but now they have truly experienced the power of a sky-shaking thunder.

The violent vibration in my heart had broken through the sky.

Uncle Zhang looked back at the civil and military forces around him, including his two sons, all of them were like water dogs, unable to lift the slightest spirit.

He stroked the Eight Bull Crossbow beside him again, the head of the crossbow was wrapped in a belt of medicinal powder, the power of this thing was far from comparable to the Heaven-Shaking Thunder, but the ultra-long range of the Eight Bull Crossbow was enough to threaten the Heaven-Shaking Thunder.

In addition to this, he had people block the city gate with sandbags and masonry, but now there is no use for the eggs.

The Yan Wangjun only made the North Pass clear, and the morale of the soldiers and civilians in the city was gone.

"Father." Zhang Zhongxiong said to his father. Compared with the eldest brother who has a somewhat rigid brain, Zhang Lao's brain is more flexible.

"Open the door." Uncle Zhang gave the order at night, but his face was full of loveless expressions.

For King Yan and his army, Uncle Zhang doesn't have much enthusiasm, he is an orthodox reader. Whether it is from himself or from the class to which he belongs, Zhang Shuye should be anti-Yan Wang faction.

The conflict of fundamental interests makes it difficult to reconcile the two.

Even Zhang Shuye felt that some people had gone too far, but as a member of the vested interests, he had any current rules in his heart.

However, the weakness of the literati and doctors of the Zhao and Song dynasties was innate. Because they were born with a strong rejection of martial arts.

Therefore, in this huge cluster, there are not only Zhang Bangchang and Qin Hui, but also Li Ruoshui, Zong Ze, and Zhao Butry. However, in the end, it is the weak who are the majority.

Zhang Shuye is such a person, he is already the leader of the entire group of literati doctors, judging from the outcome of his history, this person should be a warrior among literati. Then the 'warriors', such as Zhang Shuye, are now also knocked down by reality, and the weakness in their hearts is infinitely magnified.

In history, he could hang himself on the way to death by the Jin people, but now he can't think of hanging himself anyway.

No matter how bad Zhao Gou is, can he still have a bad Jinren?

In the eyes of some people, Zhao Gou's appearance is even worse than that of the Jin people, and that is also based on class interests. And when it comes to himself, Zhao Gou is obviously much better than Jinren.

In the face of the word 'submission', the initial moment is the most terrifying. By the second moment, everything would be natural.

Uncle Zhang is the same. When he ordered Kaesong to surrender, the whole person was naturally in a very uncomfortable mood, but when the word appoint rose in his mind behind the enemy, he felt a burst of lightness in his body.

This painful day finally said goodbye to him, and even if he was executed by King Yan, he could die happily.

The city of Bianliang was in chaos.

With the arrival of the Yan Wangjun, the voice of moving the capital in the court was spread, and many wealthy merchants in the capital also fled. Because no one can guarantee what kind of trend the next third battle of Tokyo will be!

Moreover, Zhao Gou's reputation is notorious among some people, and it is not normal for Bianliang City, with a population of millions of people, to flee some people before the war.

Not to mention that they are also implicated in the court.

The emperor is about to flee, and the civil and military ministers have also run away, how can no one run away from them, the lower level of the food chain?

What the? Said that the emperor wanted to live and die with Bianliang City? Just kidding, don't you see the fleet assembled inside and outside the East Water Gate, and a large amount of money, grain, and cloth are being carried to the ship.

This boss or the big backer behind him is gone, and they still don't leave, waiting to be slaughtered?

"Official ......"

Empress Zhu called softly to Zhao Huan, who was leaning on the head of the bed. The latter did not move, and the whole person was like a wooden man, and his whole body exuded a miserable smell.

was bullied by his father first, Zhao Ji didn't know if he really liked the third child or deliberately promoted Zhao Kai to suppress Zhao Huan, the prince, and he had a very hard life for several years before Hengzhi; Subsequently, the crown prince finally became the emperor, but he was bullied by outsiders. This outsider was finally beaten away by his own brother, and Zhao Huan hadn't taken a breath yet, and he was bullied by this brother again in a blink of an eye......

This life is really bitter.

But if his life is bitter, won't his own life be bitter?

Zhao Huanren looked at the top of the tent, and a thousand thoughts turned in his heart, he even thought about not going to Jinling, surrendering directly, and it was enough to ask for a rich man.

But he didn't dare to gamble after all.

Therefore, he still had to go to Jinling, leave his cousin Wang Zongmiao in Bianliang to guard the city, and leave all the women and children in Yanwangfu, so that Wang Zongmian could save his life. Next, Wang Zongwei can even become his contact with Lao Jiu......

The time for moving south is set for tomorrow, the reason why this is so is because he didn't expect the progress of the northern army to be so fast, the Yellow River defense line is like a paper paste, Huazhou, Changyuan, Fengqiu several places one after another, the Yellow River along the border control makes Zhang Shuye and Du control the hundreds of thousands of troops led by Yao Gu, really not even more than 100,000 pigs.

When Zhao Huan received the news of Zhao Gou's mobilization, the Yellow River defense line was pierced, and Fengqiu had already changed color on the third day of the fall of Huazhou, and he was afraid that the troops of the northern army would force to Chenqiao after dawn.

Zhao Huan is leaving, so he has to pack up well before leaving, right?

Prepare the boats and the soldiers who will escort them along the way, and run along the Bianhe River to Huainan first.

Therefore, this is the last night that Zhao Huan spent in the palace, and no matter what happens in the future, it is impossible for him to return to the Funing Palace.

There was a suppressed cry in his ears, and Zhao Huan's wood-like expression finally shattered. Then he hugged Queen Zhu, and the couple buried their heads and cried.

"In the past 40 years, the country has been 3,000 miles of mountains and rivers. Fengge Longlou is even Xiaohan, Yushu Qiongzhi is a smoke, how many times have you ever known a fight? Once he was classified as a captive, his waist and temples were consumed. The most is the day of the hasty resignation of the temple, the teaching workshop still plays a parting song, and tears to the palace. ”

At dawn the next day, Zhao Huan, who had already entered the cabin, was full of misery, and he only thought about the first broken form of the Southern Tang Dynasty.