On the same day, Liu Bei passed down the will, and the generals acted according to the plan.

In accordance with Liu Bei's order, the officials quickly opened the warehouse, issued three sets of winter clothes to each Han soldier, and at the same time provided each barracks with enough charcoal to cope with the sudden cold.

As for those ordinary Chang'an civilians, Liu Bei did not inform them in advance, and only planned to order martial law in the whole city before Zhuge Liang launched the Qimen technique, forcing them to avoid the door.

The civilians are no better than soldiers, they are all people with families, and they naturally hide extra winter clothes and firewood for the winter at home, and once the temperature plummets, they themselves will think of adding clothes and firewood to keep out the cold.

As for those poor families, those who don't even have a winter coat are not within Liu Bei's consideration.

These people are people who can be sacrificed.

After some intense preparations, before I knew it, it was late at night.

At this moment, the original small snowflakes have turned into goose feather snow, wrapping the inside and outside of Chang'an City with a layer of silver makeup.

As the saying goes, it's cold before frost, cold after snow, and although it's snowing all over the sky at the moment, the temperature is not very cold.

In the corner of the east gate of Chang'an City, a three-story circular altar has been quietly built, and apricot yellow flags are planted all over according to the technique of Zhou Yi gossip.

On the altar, more than a dozen braziers were blazing, illuminating the altar as if it were daylight.

Liu Bei stood under the altar with his hands in his hands, and behind him stood Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Sima Yi and other military generals, all secretly excited, waiting for the turning point.

At the third watch, Zhuge Gao walked out of the city tower and came to the altar under the gaze of everyone.

At this moment, Zhuge Liang was wearing three layers of winter clothes inside, and a cyan robe was set up outside, with a cloak and a peachwood sword, looking like a fairy bone, but it looked a little bloated.

"Prime Minister, the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty depends on you, the spirit of the ancestors of the Han Dynasty is in the sky, and I thank you on behalf of the people of the world."

Liu Bei said, bowing deeply to Zhuge Liang.

The military generals behind him could only lean over and bow deeply to Zhuge Liang.

"Your Majesty, don't bother the minister, this is the duty of the minister." Zhuge Liang hurriedly helped Liu Bei up.

Then, he turned to look at the altar, took a deep breath, and walked slowly up.

He came to the center of the altar, stood with his sword in his hand, looked up at the night sky above him, and let the snow fall.

After a little meditation and silence, he swiped the peachwood sword in his hand, put on a posture, and then walked the gossip, the sword danced Qimen, and began to launch the Qimen technique.

Under the altar, Liu Bei secretly rubbed his hands, his sunken eyes were surging with anticipation and excitement, and his eyes were staring at Zhuge Liang.

A moment later, Zhuge Liang uttered a strange spell, and his figure suddenly froze, and the peachwood sword in his hand went straight to the sky.

Thundered~~

In the gloomy sky, a dull thunder sounded.

Thunder rings on a winter night.

Such a spectacle immediately made Liu Bei and the others in the audience all look shocked.

Woo –

Immediately after, they heard a low, beastly roar in their ears, as if something invisible, was hurrying near.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from behind, crossed Chang'an City, and swept towards the Wei army camp outside the city.

As soon as the cold wind blew and the temperature dropped sharply, Liu Bei and the others all shivered, and subconsciously wrapped their robes tightly.

Liu Bei didn't care about the cold, pounced on the battlements, looked at Wei Ying, who was rushing away by the wind and snow, and a smug sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.

A blizzard has arrived!

Countless fierce cold winds, rolling up the flying snow in the sky, like ghosts escaping from the cold hell, roared and rolled, and swept towards the unaware Wei army camp.

Along the front line of the city, the monarchs and ministers of the Han State had to get excited, rushed to the battlements, and waited to see the good show of the Wei army being frozen to death.

……

Wei Ying, the imperial tent.

The snow outside the tent was drifting, but inside the tent was a blazing fire, warm as spring.

Su Zhezheng hugged Zhu Rong on the left and Zhang Chunhua on the right, listening to Da Qiao stroking the piano and Xiao Qiao dancing and playing.

The music in the tent is beautiful, the wine is overflowing, and the spring is boundless.

At this moment, Su Zhe had only one thought in his heart:

To be an emperor is cool!

When the battle came to this point, he didn't think about breaking Chang'an quickly, and now he was fighting for national strength, and no one could afford to spend it.

Liu Bei only has half of Yongzhou left, and there is a barren Liangzhou, with that bit of family background, he will support him for half a year at most, and he will collapse because of the exhaustion of grain and grass.

Su Zhe's family has a big business, and he naturally consumes it, so he is not in a hurry at all, so he consumes it with Liu Bei, and the big-eared thief collapses and has to abandon the city and flee.

Therefore, although the two armies are facing each other at the moment, Su Zhe has a rare leisure, which is more leisurely than the days when he is in Luoyang and has no battle to fight.

After the days are free, in addition to dealing with military affairs, he naturally enjoys the pleasure of the emperor.

Jiangshan, beauty......

In addition to the country, what is more fun than enjoying beauty.

In this imperial tent, there is laughter and laughter every night, Su Zhe and the four beautiful concubines who accompanied the army, wanton to their heart's content.

After drinking seven or eight points of wine, and getting tired of listening to this song, Su Zhe stood up leisurely and said with a smile: "It's not early, four concubines, let's go, we have to do something serious." ”

The faces of the four beauties suddenly swept with shame, and they glanced at each other, each smiling shyly.

Of course, they knew what their husband, the emperor, wanted to do, but he was so evil that he wanted to stay with Simei at night, sleep with their sisters, and sleep together.

The four beauties had long been accustomed to Su Zhe's unscrupulousness, so they had to be ashamed, and the four of them hugged Su Zhe and went inside.

Su Zhe sat down on the couch and looked at the four charming concubines with different styles, and the fire in his heart was blazing, like hungry beasts, and he couldn't wait to tear them apart.

The four beauties were infinitely delicate, their faces were flushed, and in front of Su Zhe, they began to untie their shirts lightly, and untie their clothes widely.

Su Zhe smiled and admired the graceful spring color that was about to appear in front of him, and his blood was stretched to the extreme.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something unusual, sat up suddenly, and raised his hand to signal Simei to silence.

Zhang Chunhua Simei immediately quieted down, and looked blankly at Su Zhe, who suddenly had a serious face.

The big tent was as quiet as ever, and Su Zhe pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

The faint roar was approaching rapidly, as if countless ghosts were attacking from the sky.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, the tent shook violently, as if it had been violently struck by something.

Su Zhe's drunken spirit immediately woke up halfway, and without saying anything, he strode out of the outer tent and lifted the curtain violently.

Woo~~

The fierce cold wind, wrapped in countless snowflakes, came towards him, and instantly hit Su Zhe's face with snow.

He wiped the snow stains off his face, raised his arms to cover his face, and looked around, only to see that the entire camp had been shrouded by the sudden blizzard, and many tents that were not firmly planted were directly overturned, and the soldiers exposed to the blizzard hurriedly chased the camp tents that were scraped away.

"Your Majesty, why did a snowstorm suddenly break out, and the temperature dropped so badly, Your Majesty, go back quickly." Xu Chu stopped in front of Su Zhe and said loudly.

Su Zhejian's eyebrows were furrowed, a deep suspicion swept up in his eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of Chang'an City.

"Zhuge Liang, are you playing a ghost......"