Chapter 143 How is there no joy of victory

Li Jiancheng looked at the direction outside the Fanglin Gate, sighed and said, "Tell me, why is this person's heart so easy to crooked?" ”

Chen Ying smiled and said: "Compared with the family gate, the family and the country, the family is in the front, the country is in the back, everything is based on the interests of the family, and the state affairs are secondary; ”

There are some things that Chen Ying dare not say clearly, the most proud thing about the world is that there is no thousand-year-old dynasty in the world, but there is a thousand-year-old family. The family and the country are in front, even if the country is dead, it is just a change of emperor, what should be done. 4 In the feudal history of China, no matter which king's banner changed at the head of the city, there was always a family that stood tall and always stood firm! This is the Confucian family, if you want to count from the Han Gaozu Liu Bang canonized Confucius's ninth grandson Kong Teng as a consecrated monarch, the Confucian family has been strong for nearly 2,200 years.

The inheritance of a dynasty is only three or four hundred years, even if it is counted backwards to the Xia, Shang and Zhou, the strongest is only the eight hundred years of the Ji family. However, the family of a scholar can last for 2,200 years, and it has to be said that this is also a miracle in the history of the world. As the banner of Confucianism, the core is. Yansheng Gongfu, in fact, has won the true transmission of the phrase "those who know practitioners are handsome".

For the clan gatekeeper, an emperor who can't safeguard the interests of the clan gate valve is definitely not a good emperor, even if it is a faint monarch, it is better than this kind of emperor.

Yang Guang was dressed in a black pot, in fact, everyone present, whether it was Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, or Li Jiancheng himself, actually knew that Yang Guang finally fell, and the clan gate valve was the culprit.

Now, the clan gate valve finally flashed the knife at him, and the dagger appeared. Li Jiancheng felt the most distressed in his heart.

Chen Ying, who stood on the shoulders of historical giants, saw more clearly, the clan gate lords have never had the concept of the country and the society, as long as they echo their interests, it is just a bunch of stinky shit, and they can also hold flowers. Just like Liu Wuzhou, just like Liu Shishan, they are just a martial artist, driven by interests, they are held into a flower by the clan gatekeeper. But they never scruples, the skin does not exist, and the hair will be attached? Once the country perishes at the hands of foreign enemies, it will be a catastrophe of the destruction of the country and the extinction of the species, and the two-legged sheep will be repeated.

It's just that now Chen Ying and Li Jiancheng are more capable, first destroying the Eastern Turks, then destroying Tuyuhun, and finally driving out the Western Turks and annexing Tubo.

The tribes and countries around Datang, these clan gate valves can't pull a suitable helper at all.

There was no counterpart to use, so they had to throw off their arms and do it themselves.

If Li Jiancheng did not control the army, if Chen Yinghe, Wei Chigong, Feng Li, Wei Wenzhong, the generals in the army, including Dou Dan, and the generals with real power, all stood on Li Jiancheng's side, I am afraid that Chang'an would be bloodied this night.

Just when Li Jiancheng, Chen Ying and others went to Fanglin Gate.

In Fanglin, all those old troops of Zhang Daozong were brought back to the barracks, and at the same time, the soldiers under the command of Wei Chigong walked down from the city wall, lined up in a formation like a martial arts, and exchanged swords and guns, and rushed to kill.

"Bell Bell Dang ......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The golden sound of swords and guns clashing against the shield was intertwined with the screams of the soldiers. If you hadn't seen it clearly, you'd have thought that this place was going through a desperate fight.

……

Coming to the outside of the Hong Lim Gate for nearly a quarter of an hour, Zheng Rentai was also secretly anxious about any movement in the city. Don't look at him with 100,000 horses, no siege equipment, and if he wants to take Chang'an, there is no door.

Although Li Jiancheng transferred the Left Guard, there were still 200,000 small troops around Chang'an. Once the army of the imperial court reacted, the only way to die was waiting for him.

However, once the Fang Lim Gate was opened, he could quickly move all the way east from Yeting Palace and occupy the entire Taiji Palace.

As long as he gains absolute control of the Taiji Palace, Li Yuan will definitely not mind returning to the throne and relieving Li Jiancheng of his confidant generals. When the time comes, the Holy Son of Heaven will be in the court, and it will be the world of their gentlemen.

Zheng Rentai listened to the fierce killing shouts coming from inside the city wall, and his heart was overjoyed.

If there was no movement, he was worried that it was a scam, and after careful deduction, it was almost impossible for Zhang Daozong not to meet Zuo Wu Houwei. Of course, the probability of Zhang Daozong winning the Fanglin Gate with his strength is as high as more than seventy percent.

As the shouts of killing became weaker and weaker, the originally closed Hong Lim Gate slowly opened.

Zheng Rentai looked at the gap between the city gate and the opening of more than three feet, but at this time, a large group of guards with torches rushed from the direction of Yeting Palace.

Jung In-tae didn't have time to think.

He knew very well that there was a 353-step-long Yongdao between Fanglin Gate and Yeting Palace, in fact, this Yongdao and the palace wall of Yeting Palace formed an urn city.

If they couldn't take the palace gate of the Yeting Palace as soon as possible, they wouldn't be able to rush into the Taiji Palace.

Zheng Rentai shouted: "Attack, punish the thief!" ”

Under the orders of Zheng Rentai, the private soldiers of various clans rushed towards the Phong Lim Gate with weapons in hand.

The soldiers of the imperial army on the city wall began to beat gongs and drums, and sporadic arrows began to shoot at them.

An arrow hit Jung In-tae's breastplate and bounced off with a ding, failing to hurt a single hair of Jeong In-tae. The fear and worry in Jung In-tae's heart were swept away. He didn't enter the city, if it wasn't for Zhang Daozong's failure to purge the remnants of the enemy, if it was a scam, he would definitely not have fired arrows at him.

Zheng Rentaikong kicked the horse's belly with his legs, rushed towards the wide open city gate, and as soon as he entered the city gate, he shouted wildly: "All the soldiers kill the thief, and the general will kill the thief." ”

Rushing into the city gate, Zheng Rentai saw that Zhang Daozong was leading the remnants to tear apart the imperial army, but at this time, Zhang Daozong had less than 500 soldiers and horses around him, and the imperial army was constantly attacking Zhang Daozong's headquarters.

Zheng Rentai yelled: "A certain Zheng Rentai, the thief is punished by the edict of the Son of Heaven!" ”

In response to him, there was a dull sword light. The cold light flashed, Zheng Rentai's war horse neck was cut off by Qi Brush, the head of the body was separated, a column of blood sprayed straight up, and the galloping war horse was like a lightning strike, its limbs curled up, and it rushed forward, fell down with a bang, and threw Zheng Rentai out.

Finally, he saw the opportunity quickly, and turned over in the air to maintain his balance, so that he was not injured. He was furious, glared at Zhang Daozong who was hiding in the shadows, and shouted: "Are you crazy!" ”

In response to him, there was another slash of light.

The shape of the knife in the hands of a young general is a little weird, with three tips and two blades, nearly one zhang long, the knife body is palm wide, three feet long, ordinary people can't dance at all, but in the hands of the attacker, this knife is like a straw pole, dancing fast, Zheng Rentai hurriedly dodged, and finally was not hit. Zheng Rentai felt bad and roared angrily: "Zhang Daozong, are you going to take someone's head to ask for credit?" ”

The answer to him was the Mo knife that fell from both sides of the city gate with a strong wind, and this square inch of land was splashed with blood!

Zheng Rentai stumbled left and right, but he was able to avoid a few extremely sharp knives, rolled behind a dumbfounded housekeeper and pushed him hard, pushing him in front of the terrible broadsword, taking this opportunity, he finally saw the situation in the city gate clearly.

There are hundreds of big men in the corridor, armed with giant axes, and they are slashing and slashing the rebels who poured into the city gate, and the giant axes are flying, like slaughtering pigs and sheep. The first general was not tall, holding a long-handled giant knife, the blade was palm-wide, and the cutting force was extremely amazing.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Rentai was like falling into an ice cellar.

He was most worried about being ambushed, but he was still ambushed.

At this time, he had already seen clearly that the man was bare-bottomed, revealing a body of extremely strong muscles, and his upper body was splashed with blood, shouting and fighting, the sound was like thunder, which made people frightened!

"Wei Chigong!"

How could Zheng Rentai not know the first fierce general of the Qin Wangfu in the past, Yu Chi Gong's kung fu was higher than Qin Qiong and Cheng Zhijie, and Qin Cheng and the two of them would have to go out of thirty rounds if they wanted to defeat Yu Chi Gong together.

Looking at Yu Chigong, Zheng Rentai understood everything.

Especially that Mo sword general, who else could it be if it wasn't Chen Ying's concubine Li Daozhen?

Zheng Rentai's eyes quietly looked back, and at this time, the fire outside the city was soaring, this was definitely not a fire, I am afraid that it was formed by a large number of people holding torches.

"Surrender or kill!"

Just when Zheng Rentai's heart became more and more anxious, there was a neat shout behind him.

"It's over! It's all over! "Zheng Rentai knows what kind of goods these people are brought. Stimulated by money and future benefits, and under the pressure of certain death, these people can continue to fight for their lives. But when the words surrender or kill are shouted, the fighting spirit of these people will disappear without a trace in an instant.

However, these people can surrender, and may even be spared death, themselves? I won't have any hope of living, and even whether my nine clans can survive is a big question!

It was at this moment that Yu Chi Gongfei jumped up, he hadn't landed yet, he reached out and grabbed Zheng Rentai, Yu Chi Gong's kung fu was too high, the action was too fast, Zheng Rentai didn't have time to react at all, he was caught by Yu Chi Gong, and then, Zheng Rentai suddenly felt that his body was light, and he flew to the ground like a cloud.

This fell extremely hard, and Zheng Rentai didn't get up for a long time.

He never had a chance to get up, and a cold and glittering horizontal knife slashed at him.

Zheng Rentai could see clearly that the person who did it was actually his own soldier.

In the moment of death, he had already understood that now he had been abandoned by his family, and his death was used to appease the emperor's anger.

Zheng Rentai closed his eyes and waited for death, but the horizontal knife did not cut down for a long time.

Zheng Rentai's eyes opened, only to find that the soldier had been hit by an arrow and fell to the ground, and a wolf's tooth arrow shot into his mouth, piercing the back of his head......

With the fall of the pro-soldiers, the battle is over.

The private soldiers laid down their weapons and blades, praying for a negligible chance of survival.

When Li Jiancheng and Chen Ying arrived at Fanglin Gate, the battle was completely over, and inside and outside the city, the army alone was close to 100,000 horses.

Facing the dead corpses and the moaning wounded, as the final victor, Li Jiancheng felt the slightest sense of not winning and liking.