Lodo Ouchi,

The turmoil and bloody wind of the outside world did not have much impact and touch for Li Geng, the son of the Tang Dynasty who was already enjoying the flax roast meat cake slowly.

He has become a little numb to this way of life as a prisoner of Tonggong, or rather, it is a kind of luck to be able to live in a corner of this gorgeous palace and enjoy the superhuman rich man-like life.

Compared with his uncles and elders who were on the throne of the Son of Heaven for a long or short time, and died suddenly because of various "chronic diseases" or "emergencies", he has been in the throne for long enough.

I am also accustomed to this mud bodhisattva style, as a court decoration of the Son of Heaven career. In the bloody night of the Luodu Revolution before, there may have been a little touch, but with the strong comeback of the regent, those little courage and cheering up hearts have huddled back into that most hidden corner.

Even in his dreams, he didn't dare to expect anything, because every dream word of the Son of Heaven would lead to the people around him, appear where they should be, and then turn into a new crisis, or an opportunity and reason for a group of people to fall to the ground.

But as long as he can continue to live comfortably, he doesn't care about the so-called discipline and decency of the Son of Heaven. As for the future of the country, hundreds of millions of Li Shu will live or die

Isn't this a question that the big photographer who controls the government and his henchmen should consider and worry about?

He thought so carelessly, he swallowed a piece of flax cake again, and rinsed the mint-flavored honey water, which was originally the most common drink among the general public in the street market, but now the only drink that could be found in the city.

With a hint of sweetness, he re-immersed himself in the imagination of a certain memory, from Ouchi's living notes, the life deeds of those generations of heavenly sons that happened before the change of Yiwei.

At least after the glory of the Tang Dynasty and the era of the authoritarian Liang family continued to maintain for hundreds of years, as the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty, he still enjoys the top dignity and honor, and he can still use the supply of hundreds of millions of people at home and abroad to provide for the extreme luxury of one person.

And because he was run by a foreign minister, he had enough time and energy to practice and study his own interests and hobbies, and even realize a certain personal concept and pursuit.

It is also in history that it has cultivated a number of art and literature geniuses who have made remarkable achievements in different fields. Even a certain person who likes to collect all kinds of beauties, and leaves seeds everywhere, and as a result, he left behind him, hundreds of heirs with a huge age span of five to fifty years old, known as "King Wen is alive", but it is the most sparse and ordinary hobby.

But this qiē came to an abrupt end because of the "mad emperor", otherwise, how could there be a world from the Northern Tang Dynasty in the Western Regions.

Suddenly, some rough, eager voice interrupted him from his remembrance.

"See Majesty xià ......"

I saw that the chief supervisor of the inner revelator, who had always been quite deferential, hurriedly broke in with a group of people.

"It's no longer safe here......"

"Please also ask His Majesty to move his ......"

These people set up the Son of Heaven with all hands and feet, put it on a light plane, and ran out with it. With the hurried movements and swaying figures of these people, some faint and obscure voices also intermittently entered Li Geng's ears.

"Categorically...... Do not allow the Son of Heaven to fall into the hands of thieves......"

"What's in case, let Your Majesty take a step first......"

"Da Photography needs to set up a model ...... for the Son of Heaven to guard the country and die."

Heyang Bridge, Nanguancheng, a sentry dressed in iron armor, snorting his legs and feet with white smoke, trying to maintain the last bit of body temperature and not let the cold wind take away.

Most of the time the sky was gray, and listening to the sound of ice grinding against the river when it froze became one of the few pleasures for those of them who had never seen ice and snow.

It was easy to finish this circle, and he couldn't wait to return to the relatively sheltered doorway under the sentry tower.

Lifting the curtain that was held in place by the rope and blown by the sound of hunting, the hot breath came to the face. The moist moisture mixed with the smell of cooking made him feel that his frozen body surface consciousness had come to life again.

The pot on the stove is hot with spicy soup, and the wall of the stove is pasted with water-soaked cakes, which also emits a certain aroma of burnt grains, and at the foot of the stove, there are several pairs of cloth-wrapped heads, which can hardly hide the stinky big feet.

The hot smoke that gushed slightly from the bottom of the stove showed a certain pleasant expression to the owner who had roasted several pairs of big feet.

This is one of the few good things that was exchanged for booty from the left army of the imperial camp, an oil stove with fine iron cylinder skin,

It is said that this kind of military equipment specially designed for the winter in the north can be applied to any combustible materials, from bamboo and firewood doors and windows, to charcoal, charcoal, and even refined honeycomb briquettes.

It is also relatively small and light, easy to carry, and can be carried on a horse with a wooden frame, so that as long as there is enough fuel, hot food and the firepower needed for heating can be provided anytime and anywhere.

In this long and cold winter, it is also one of the most cherished treasures of the officers and soldiers of all armies, and the whole army has only changed to a dozen. Only the team that undertakes the guard post and the rotation duty can be temporarily assigned.

"Zhang Daniu, it's time for you to patrol this class"

One of the sentries who had been ordered reluctantly got up from the fireside, dressed and grinning into the snow.

Then the sharp alarm bell was suddenly ringed in the howling wind, and they were also startled to stay at these posts, hurriedly grabbed their weapons, and rushed out one after another.

"A lot of people ......"

The sentry, who stood next to the ice-filled alarm bell with a hammer in his hand, shouted at them almost palely

At this time, the snow and dust blown by the wind were already much smaller, and it also made the vision clearer

The snow-covered ice of the river is almost entirely filled with wriggling human bodies. It's like countless ants sticking to honey, and the mountains and valleys are full of white tones.

"Prepare for ......"

"Responding to the ......"

With the blowing of the horn, the entire Guancheng, which was covered in heavy snow and fell into silence, suddenly woke up in a boiling state. The apparatus covered with the felt cloth was lifted and lubricated with warmed grease, while the frozen iron elements were directly poured with boiling hot water and moved.

The bowstrings and crossbow machines, which were kept at some kind of room temperature by charcoal fire, were also taken out and quickly assembled into a tense and humming bow and crossbow

Although weakened by the harsh winter, as a perennial preparation for the southeast road, the quality of Yanbian soldiers is fully reflected at this moment.

And those enemies, still in the unhurried, or rather cautious operation of crossing the river,

They lead their mounts or pack horses in groups of three or five, with soldiers holding long poles in front of them, and then gently pat the ice with long poles, judging whether the paths and nodes are passable according to the sound and vibration, and then use the horse manure in their pockets to make some kind of mark on the snow......

In the north wind, there was a strange whistling sound soon, and those armed men who had been in front and had already walked more than half of them suddenly fell to the ground, but they were shot by Nanguan City.

On the vast ice of the river, those soldiers who were crossing the river had nothing to cover and cover, and it was too obvious to be the target of shooting against the white background everywhere.

Therefore, they had no chance to avoid or hide, and they were shot down and fell on the open ice, with only a few people curling up with the help of corpses

However, the people who tried to cross the ice were coming and going one after another, and under the rain of gray arrows from Guancheng, soon the ice was stained red with large patches of blood, and piles of corpses were piled up, and they were frozen hard.

And the follow-up people, under the cover of these corpses, are still stubbornly moving forward, approaching Guancheng little by little

Then, the heavy equipment in the castle also began to wield, and with the stone projectiles thrown from the arch of the high, they whizzed heavily on the ice, and bounced and rolled, smashing and smashing several moving human bodies and cover, and grinding an irregular blood-colored trajectory from the ice.

Then, near the point of impact, a large piece of ice suddenly appeared like a spider's web, and the sharp ice cracks that rolled and cocked suddenly swallowed up many people who were slowly moving, turning into screams and cries in the murmur of muddy splashes.

With the repeated bombardment of the stone artillery, more and more ice surfaces began to crack in a chain reaction, and now, those enemy soldiers who had been struggling to endure the casualties and kept walking could not help but panic.

They threw away the tools they were working on and the last bit of organization, and began to shout and scatter in all directions, trying to evade and dodge the ice cracks that were spreading on a massive scale.

Some ran forward, others backwards, but most did not escape the speed of the ice cracking and spreading, and disappeared into the splashes and splinters.

But beyond the range of Nanguan City, there are still more people and horses on the vast river ice, trying to break through the ice on the river.

Although there are too many people moving forward because of the congestion, and the ice freezes differently. Every now and then there was someone who was unlucky, because of the heavy load and in the scalp-numbing cracking sound, there was a loud bang that even the men and horses wrapped around the others nearby, and before they could make a short exclamation, they were sunk in pieces into the murky water full of ice debris.

They are almost constantly using the lives of the forerunners to find suitable ice paths for the follow-up brigades.

In the face of this, the defenders in Nanguan City are obviously powerless.

In the same unfavorable situation, they could only send patrols along the river to monitor from afar, and then send 100,000 urgent messengers to the rear.

"The messenger has been doubled...... Don't skimp on horsepower."

"The camp before the East Gate, the camp of the Qing Palace on the North Mountain......"

"There are also White Horse Temple and Wugao Pass, you have to send me to ...... at any cost."

Wang Gui, the former commander of the army, was anxious and repeatedly ordered.

"We need reinforcements, the more the merrier......"