Bang!

Thunder and raindrops fell from the sky, lightning and thunder, pouring the downpour on the misty ground like water falling on a piece of dough, stirring up countless bits of mud.

Yan Keyi walked on the head of the city in armor, set up a pergola with his hands, condensed his eyes, and tried to see clearly the scene outside the city through the rain curtain, but the heavy rain extended, obscuring his vision, hiding the world into a blur, although he tried his best to look away, but he could only roughly see a few zhang away from the city, where there was a mess, and there was no living thing.

Yes, just broken horses, littered rocks, half-burned wooden stakes, and corpses that had not had time to be dragged away after the night raid last night.

The shafts of the arrows were stuck in the corpses, but more of them did not hit anyone, and they were shot in the mud in a mess, making the mud look like a wheat field, and the feathers at the end of the shafts swayed gently in the rain, like elves swaying in the wind.

Yan Keyi looked at it for a while, and the rain penetrated into his clothes along the gap in the iron armor, soaking the bandage on his shoulder, making the wound faintly painful, he frowned, and reached out to press it.

"Cheer up! The Tartars are likely to take advantage of the heavy rain to sneak attack, and those who don't want to die here should make their moves brighter! Yan Keyi continued to walk along the city, shouting as he walked: "Don't use firearms in the heavy rain, that thing is useless when it touches the water, use bows and arrows, use stones, and strike gongs when the enemy attacks!" ”

Some of the soldiers standing at the head of the city were clothed in robes, some were not, and some of them did not, so they hid under the wooden shields, and looked at him with tired eyes, and did not make a sound.

The soldiers' eyes were a little glazed, and there was a kind of hopeless helplessness in their godless eyes, and at this moment, except for the instinctive burst of hope for life, there seemed to be no other support for them to stay here.

Yan Keyi shouted for a while, the wound became more and more painful, he shook off the rain left on his helmet and walked down the city.

I walked along the alley on the edge of the city for a while, and came to a relatively spacious house, which seemed to be the ancestral hall of a certain big family, wide enough, very magnificent, and there was a couplet engraved at the door, Yan Keyi didn't even look at what the couplet wrote, and walked in.

There were many guards inside and outside the courtyard, and these people were much more energetic, much better than the defeated soldiers at the head of the city, or at least they were much more upright when they stood.

Passing through the small courtyard, inside is the main house of the ancestral hall, supported by about four or five large pillars, enough to accommodate one hundred and eighty people, among which a huge long table, which should be used to place the ancestral spiritual seat, was beaten horizontally and placed inside, with a map spread out on the table, surrounded by several people.

Li Chengdong stood in the middle, pointing to the map and saying something, when he heard the footsteps, he raised his head and looked at Yan Keyi.

However, in just three days, Li Chengdong's face was much older than when he laughed and talked about the river and ruled the river a few days ago, and his ambition was gone, replaced by a frightened bird's sad face, without a helmet on his head, his messy hair was tied in a bun with his head at will, and his hair was flying, unkempt like a bird's nest. He was wearing armor, but his armor was not fastened with a belt, and it was a little stretched, looking like a defeated army who had lost his armor and abandoned his armor.

"How? How is it in the city? The voice was a little hoarse, and Li Chengdong's eyes were on Yan Keyi.

"This rain is heavy enough, the Tartar cannons can't be used, they can only use human lives to attack, last night's night attack didn't work, today it's quiet." Yan Keyi replied, walked over to a stool and sat down, and began to take off his armor with the help of several guards.

Li Chengdong nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, refocused on the map, and continued to talk to several generals in a low voice.

"The walls of Xinfeng City are low, the city is not big, and it is not a place to guard, so you should withdraw quickly."

"Exactly, this rain is very timely, the Tartar cannons can't fight, although the city wall is low, it can still hold on, but if the rain stops tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, it will be over."

"But if you want to break through, which way do you go? There are so many Tartar soldiers that they surround this place like an iron bucket! ”

"Go south! The terrain of the south gate is complicated, and the Tartars can't take care of it. ”

"The other gates must also send people to break through, otherwise it will be easy for the Tartars to judge our direction, and it will be too dangerous to follow and chase!"

"I don't know if you have noticed, from beginning to end, I didn't see a single Eight Banners soldier, nor did I see a Tartar banner, all of them were Han troops, and it was also the Han army that attacked the city, will the Tartars wait in ambush nearby, just waiting for the moment when we leave the city?"

As soon as these words came out, the people present were silent, and the air fell into a deathly silence, yes, Dongyu is cunning, if there is really such a thing, then breaking through the city is a dead end.

Yan Keyi listened quietly on the side, letting Lang Zhong change his dressing and wrap a new bandage, he lowered his head, but at this moment he was surprised that the room was quiet, and then raised his head.

Everyone wrinkled their eyebrows, Li Chengdong's face was uncertain, and he gritted his teeth and thought hard, it was a matter of life and death, so he couldn't be careless.

Yan Keyi wanted to open his mouth to say his opinion, opened his mouth, but did not say it after all, this battle was defeated, he had a great responsibility, as a striker, he was defeated by the Qing army, and collapsed as soon as he collapsed, retreated thirty miles in one day, and the defeated soldiers also dispersed Li Chengdong's Chinese army.

But Li Chengdong didn't behead him, when Yan Keyi dragged his bloody body into Xinfeng City, Li Chengdong just looked at his injuries and arranged for Lang Zhong to heal him, so that he could make meritorious contributions.

But guilt filled Yan Keyi's heart, he knew that his sins were unforgivable, and he had no face to speak anymore.

The silence in the room lasted for a while, and was finally broken by a slight sigh.

"Again...... Wait another day. Li Chengdong said faintly: "Wait one more day, the breakthrough is a matter of success or failure, don't be abrupt, and wait a minute, I will find out the whereabouts of the Tartars." ”

Everyone nodded silently, and everything was clear.

Yan Keyi was in the corner, watching this scene, his heart ached, he knew that the shadow of the Tartar in everyone's hearts had deepened again.

……

"Whoa~~~!"

The paperweights, inkstones, pen holders, teacups of glass cups and other things on the table, as well as a thick stack of folds, were danced hard by Emperor Yongli and flew into the sky.

Heavy objects were bouncing around, and papers were flying all over the house, and then they fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

The furious Emperor Yongli grabbed every object that could be grabbed around him, and threw it around, and for a while, if the big palace was full of things that he threw out, if it wasn't for the fact that the table was too heavy, he was afraid that he would have to lift it up and throw it out.

The eunuch Wang Kun's head was smashed by something I don't know, and there was blood in the blood, which looked very painful, but he ignored it, hugged one leg of Emperor Yongli tightly, and cried hoarsely: "Long live the anger, long live the anger!" Don't be angry, the minions can't be replaced! Rest your anger, rest your anger! ”

Emperor Yongli kicked him twice, but he couldn't kick it away, he simply didn't care about him, dragged this hundred-pound person around with great effort, looking for things that could still be picked up and thrown away, and finally, when the last curtain in the hall was torn off by Emperor Yongli and torn to pieces, Emperor Yongli, who had been making a fuss for two or three quarters of an hour, was exhausted, and sat on the ground with a distraction.

Wang Kun hugged Emperor Yongli's thigh for a moment, and after finding that this young man showed no signs of continuing to go crazy, he let go, quickly knelt down in front of Yongli, knocked his head on the ground and "knocked" it, and cried and said: "Please put state affairs and social affairs first, cherish your body, don't do this again!" ”

As for the other eunuchs and maids in the palace, they knelt tremblingly in the corners, trembling, and no one dared to make a sound.

Emperor Yongli held his head high, leaning against a nine-dragon pillar, panting weakly, looking at the beam with blank eyes, the black tiles were looking at him more than a foot above his head, and the deep darkness was sprinkled silently, making his heart more and more depressed.

"What's the use of cherishing it!" Emperor Yongli sighed, paralyzed without a trace of strength: "I can't follow the example of Emperor Longwu to raise a sword to conquer the battlefield, otherwise, where will I allow the generals to be domineering and lose these thousands of miles~~!" ”

"Long live, although the first battle is lost, it can still be recovered, long live if the dragon body is burned by anger, it is irretrievable by thousands of victories, please long live the anger, stop the anger!" Wang Kun knocked his head and shouted sadly.

"100,000 soldiers, 100,000 soldiers, one person can drown Ganzhou with a mouthful of spittle, how did he lose? Yes? Wang Kun, tell me, how did you lose? Emperor Yongli had no strength, and wanted to stand up and lose his temper again, but he couldn't stand up, so he had to wave his hand, as if he wanted to drive away something annoying in front of him.

"This ......" Wang Kun was stunned, raised his head and thought for a moment, and then knocked his head up again.

The wind blew in through the window, blowing a teacup made of gold to the corner of the wall, and the paper in the hall flew in the air, like snowflakes.

A piece of paper fell to the side of the door, and was grabbed by a figure who had been standing by the door for a long time.

This person didn't enter the door, just stood outside the door, and on the paper he was holding in his hand, there was black handwriting, and the words "Xinfeng Defeat" were particularly eye-catching.

Qu Shiyun just stood there, pinching the piece of paper, and didn't move for a long time, and in the palace, the cry of "woo" came faintly, and the sound was lamentable.

In fact, in Qu Shiyun's other hand, he was still holding a fold, and the content in it was the news of Hu Guanglai.

He thought about it for a while, and felt that it was better to change the time and hand this fold to Yongli again.

(End of chapter)