The south gate of Chang'an, named "Hanguang Gate". It's not just south of the city, but a little bit more west. Compared to the importance of the other gates, its defensive role seems to be weak.

Today, however, there are heavy troops waiting outside the gates. This army, which hurried from the direction of Zhongnan Mountain, shouldered an important mission, from generals to soldiers, they knew very well in their hearts that if they could not successfully complete the task, they would lose the last chance to make up for their mistakes. Then what awaits them will be the end of a lifetime of regret.

The autumn wind gusted, and the people in armor felt cool. However, the general named Zhang Ju was like an ant on a hot pot, sweating profusely and anxious. He, like the thousands of people under his command, has only one common expectation in his heart at this moment, that is, if the clan nobles really fail, they must flee from this Hanguang Gate!

From the gate of the Zhongnan Mountain Courtyard to the Hanguang Gate, Zhang Ju regretted it all the way. He didn't know how he had lost his mind, and he was so confused that he lost his ability to distinguish between right and wrong. He even aided the rebellion and helped the rebellious clan forces to hunt down and kill His Majesty the Emperor. Although they have never understood the truth of the matter, they have been kept in the dark and have been used. But since the big mistake is made, it is impossible to escape the blame after all.

They don't know what punishment they will be punished in the future when things settle down. If the entire Hosoyanagi Battalion garrison is implicated because of this, it will undoubtedly be a disaster. Perhaps, only by making up for the mistakes can we reduce the accountability.

"The siege of Chang'an by the Xiliu battalion army has invisibly been of great help to the rebels...... In today's situation, it is difficult for all of us to escape responsibility! Hum! Although he was bewitched by others, he didn't know the truth. But how can he be so stupid and unbearable that he is worthy of the uniform of the Han Empire? ”

Even now, recalling these harsh words, Zhang Ju and his subordinates still felt remorse in their hearts. In fact, since they saw Yuan Zhao suddenly appear in front of them in Zhongnan Mountain, they had suddenly realized that they were wrong, and they were very wrong! When they figured out that the so-called "troublemaker in Chang'an" they followed Liu Zuoche out of the city to pursue was actually His Majesty the Emperor, they were even more stunned and at a loss for what to do.

"The last general knows that his sin is great, and he has nothing to say...... Willing to die! ”

In the face of incomparable coercion, Zhang Ju who bowed his head and bowed down to the dust only said this sentence, and then did not defend anything. Participating in the rebellion of the king-killing is unforgivable! Only one death can remove sins.

Although he was ready to apologize for his crimes, Yuan Zhao did not let him die, nor did he punish any of his subordinates. These soldiers have all been on the battlefield of the Huns, shed blood for the country and the people, and have paid a lot. There are many enemies who died at his hands, but by no means they were included.

So, not long after, the cavalry of the Xiliu Battalion, who accepted the new task as a sin, came to the Hanguang Gate of Chang'an City and stood by in array. Although they didn't know why Yuan Zhao had so much faith to let them come here. But I arrived as fast as I could. This is their last chance to atone for their sins, and there is no reason to miss it.

Anxious waiting is undoubtedly an ordeal, especially in uncertain circumstances. Fortunately, this disturbing situation did not last long. Wherever the wind passed, there was a chaotic cacophony of noises and a great noise

From within the city. The rebellion has finally spread here. Outside the Hanguang Gate, the soldiers who had already drawn their swords and waited were shocked, and with an order, they immediately prepared for battle.

The gates of Hanguang Gate were closed, and the tall and wide walls separated the inside and outside. If the outside of the city is the world of freedom, then what is isolated from this gate is the area of death of the loser. Although it is not accurate to say this, at least in the hearts of Yingchuan Hou and these people, this is the feeling.

The autumn wind rises from Weishui, and the fallen leaves are full of Chang'an. Once upon a time, in such a season, it was the time for these aristocratic families to ride horses and bend bows to hunt outside the city. Fierce horses in gorgeous costumes, hugging in front and back, chasing and galloping, and indulge in ...... Now, however, none of this is available. Panic is like a lost dog, and the vast is like a fish that has slipped through the net. is their true portrayal.

Liu Ze, the Marquis of Yingchuan, waved a sword in one hand, and with one hand, he kept sweeping the gray hair that covered his face, looking at the road ahead. His body and face were splattered with blood, and his hair was messy, and he looked very embarrassed. In all the years he was pampered, no one had ever seen him like this.

However, compared to the anger in his eyes, he didn't care about the appearance at all. Yingchuan Hou never thought that he would fail, he waited in the grass for a long time like a lurking poisonous snake, originally wanting to take advantage of this excellent opportunity to kill him with one blow. However, now it is yourself who needs to think about life.

Ahead, the Hanguang Gate is in sight. The rebel organizer, who was under the protection of the faithful dead, glanced back at his followers, and couldn't help but look up to the sky in a roaring voice and lament, and let out a vicious curse from his mouth.

"What a damn thing! Years of planning, ruined in one fell swoop...... The clan is closed! We are waiting for the royal bloodline to die, and there is no race ......! ”

I can't complain that he is so discouraged and desperate. Who would have thought that the sky is unpredictable, and my fate is not mine! Obviously, he chose the best time to make trouble, but he still couldn't avoid the fate of failure. Could it be that God is really so ruthless to these royal races?

Liu Zezhi, the Marquis of Yingchuan, and these clan nobles who followed him in the incident have always believed that today, when the power of foreign relatives has developed to such a strong point, the imperial power will sooner or later be hollowed out, and even weakened to the point of dispensability. This is definitely not an alarmist imagination, but an accurate judgment made by them based on the actual development of the political situation of the Han Dynasty over the years.

Such a future is something that no one in the clan forces wants to see. Because it violates their fundamental interests. It also has a deep threat to the supreme superiority of their "family world" in their hearts.

Moreover, what disappointed them the most was that when Jinzi was not able to inherit the last wish of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to suppress the power of his relatives in the later period, or that he did not have such thoughts at all. When the emperor, who only cares about family and friendship and ignores the supremacy of royal power, sits on the throne of Hanyuan Palace, the serious consequences that may occur in the near future will inevitably occur as he reigns for a longer time.

This Chang'an rebellion, although it was said that it happened suddenly. However, the reason why the relatives and nobles of the clan were able to respond to every call and actively respond to the actions of the Marquis of Yingchuan is inseparable from the dissatisfaction and complaints in their hearts for a long time. The so-called "freezing three feet, not a day's cold." "If you are objective, under an unprecedented dynasty

, but such a tragedy happened. It is no longer possible to distinguish between good and evil by simple right and wrong. Although ambition and resentment account for a large part of this, the bigger reason is the fate of many people before an earth-shattering epoch-making change.

Until now, few people have been able to foresee that this is a choice that will inevitably come, and it is related to the well-being of the world and the stability of future generations. With the footsteps of a person returning from all over the world, it has opened the curtain of history!

Such a magnificent wave has never been changed before. It is destined to be the metamorphosis of this great empire. In the process, death and burial will be inevitable. Unfortunately, these clan relatives and nobles who launched the Chang'an Rebellion were the first batch! It's just that they don't know what fate they will face.

"Open the gates! All out of town...... Let's go east to Luoyang, wait until we have a firm foothold, and call on the loyal and righteous people of the world to gather...... Re-revive the Han Chamber! ”

Yingchuan Hou gritted his teeth and issued a new order. Since the defeat of Jianzhang Palace, they began to retreat, and all the way here, in order to protect them, more than half of the dead soldiers have died. Even many clan nobles died under the sword of the Red Fire Army. The long street is stained with blood, corpses are everywhere, and those iron-blooded and ruthless guys simply kill people without blinking. No matter what the status of the rebels, no matter whether they resist or surrender after being overtaken, they will all be killed on the spot, leaving no room for life!

No one in the world is not afraid of death, and if they can live, who wants to die easily? When the bloody slaughter fell from the sky, and the sound of iron hooves beat behind them, like the impermanence of chasing souls for their lives, these rebels who had lost the will to resist may now have the strongest thought in their hearts is to get out of the city as soon as possible, so that they can escape with a glimmer of life.

But alas, they think too simply. Someone had already prepared a surprise for them outside the city gates. Whether it is a clever plan or a mistake, outside the Hanguang Gate is destined to be the end of their escape.

The gates opened, and the drawbridge fell. The clan nobles who flocked out stepped over the moat and let out a long breath. It's just that they haven't even breathed their breath yet, and they are all stunned and stunned by the moat.

"Let all men lay down their swords and stay where they are...... Let's get caught! ”

A stern order came from the mouth of the general opposite. The knife is unsheathed, the arrow is wound, the sun is dazzling, and the murderous atmosphere is awe-inspiring!

"Ignore them...... Grab the road, rush over! ”

The sound of horses' hooves was loud inside the city gate, and the Red Fire Army had already followed. The nobles of the clan who had no way to retreat raised their swords together with the dead and rushed over. However, they were greeted by round after round of rain arrows...... The cavalry on the opposite side showed no mercy, and after three rounds of arrows, they were all disabled. Then the sword was bright, and the three loaves were copied over, and anyone who resisted was killed. Soon, the water in the moat began to turn red.

No one noticed that not far from this small battlefield, a small group of cavalry of the Featherwood Army stopped advancing. They guarded the two horses like stars and moons, quietly watching the slaughter here.

"Brother Yuan...... After all, they are the same as me, they are all the blood of Emperor Gaozu. ……？ ”

"Alright! Go to the herald and stop killing. If there is still any alive...... Oh, count them to fate. ”

Outside the city of Chang'an, the emperor who had taken refuge in the city and his important ministers and friends stood side by side, the sun shining behind them, and the sky was full of sunshine.