During the war in Huaixi, Li Guangyan, who had eaten stimulants, led a group of his iron warriors to rush and beat Huaixi's mule army into a daze. In this way, Li Guangyan triumphed all the way, marched all the way to Lishui, and camped in Shiqu. Huaixi, who had been defeated again and again, was ashamed and brave, and decided to teach Li Guangyan, who was alone in the depths, a lesson, and let out the evil anger in his chest. They gathered thousands of elites and quietly surrounded Li Guangyan's camp on a dark and windy night, preparing to stage a good show of catching turtles in an urn.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Guangyan, who woke up, found himself trapped in the camp, and without saying a word, he led the two or three horsemen to destroy the fence and rush into the dense enemy camp. But there is a price to be paid for pulling the wind, thousands of Huaixi elites can't stop a few cavalry, let them come and go like the wind, a few in and a few out, like a flat ground, it is unbearable! Can't beat you, can't I shoot you? The Huaixi soldiers who had just woken up from a dream picked up bows and arrows one after another, and the rain of arrows, bursts of arrows, greeted Li Guangyan densely, and his son cried and grabbed his saddle and persuaded him not to go deeper. Li Guangyan, who was red-eyed, swung his sword to repel him, and with a body of feather arrows, he shouted and killed the enemy.

The commander died, and his subordinates were naturally angry, and they all went down the mountain and rushed to the enemy camp with a roar. The Huaixi soldiers, who have always been fierce, have never seen such a crazy formation, everyone is frightened, everyone is frightened, the two forces are trembling, and they almost want to go first.

The iron cavalry ran wildly, rolling up a wild current, involving countless Huaixi soldiers, crushing them one by one, turning into a sea of blood, reflecting the rising sun. The strange beasts of the donkey and horse hybrids can't stop the neighing dragon horse, just like the arrogant soldiers of Huaixi can't stop Li Guangyan's tiger and wolf army, and the encirclement has become a slaughterhouse, but the two sides have exchanged roles.

Huaixi deputy general Zhao Changshi rode on the back of a mule in a daze, looking at the fresh lives around him, wailing and falling, instantly crushed into a ball of flesh and blood, he collapsed, struggling to escape from this terrible hell on earth, but he couldn't escape. Suddenly, his eyes went black, he fell heavily from the mule's back, and fainted.

When Zhao Changshi woke up from his coma, there was a deathly silence all around, only the bitter autumn wind and the wailing of the cold worms in the distance. The season is late autumn, the time is just late at night, the night without stars and moons, and the darkness is like a devil, shrouding this former battlefield.

Zhao Changshi took a deep breath, his breathing was not smooth, and it seemed that something was pressing on his chest. He stretched out his hands and groped into the darkness around him, finding himself buried deep under layers of stumps and broken remains. He exhausted all his energy and got up from the pile of corpses, a cold wind blew, and he shivered, and a chill hit his body.

"Zhao Dazhu", a voice drifted into Zhao Changshi's eardrum with the bleak autumn wind, the voice seemed to be very familiar, and it seemed very unfamiliar, yes, it was a roll call, the name of the Huaixi soldiers. Is it Wu Yuanji reviewing the morning exercises, or is the messenger from the underworld summoning the undead who died in battle? Zhao Changshi held his breath and listened attentively, wanting to hear his name, but more than a thousand names had passed, and it was not his turn. Zhao Changshi was a little tired and wanted to move his body, but unexpectedly, a sharp pain hit, and he fainted again.

I don't know when, a round of red sun has risen, and the autumn sun is gently sprinkled on the earth, on a mess of corpses, and on Zhao Changshi's body. The warm sunlight awakened Zhao Changshi's consciousness and gave him a little strength. He struggled to his feet, staring around in pain at the corpses scattered all around. The faces of the once young and handsome youth are now full of the fear of death. Yesterday, there were close comrades-in-arms who talked and laughed, but they have become a wisp of dead soul on the battlefield today! Zhao Changshi sighed and prepared to leave this battlefield that he would never forget. Suddenly, a terrible thought came into his mind, the voice, the deep voice of last night, the name that the voice had called, had now become one cold corpse after another. It was a voice from the underworld, calling out one lonely ghost after another who had died in battle. The war continues, and the number of undead will increase, so who will be the next undead? Is it me Zhao Changshi? No, never, I curse you for this abominable war! After the hoarseness was exhausted, Zhao Changshi dragged his tired body and staggered towards a big mountain in the distance, he vaguely remembered that there was a dilapidated small temple on that mountain.

Li Guangyan, who was hit by several arrows, did not die, his life still has a long way to go, his legend continues, and his story has more exciting episodes. His majestic body has become a nightmare for Huaixi soldiers, and it has also tormented Wu Yuanji's fragile nerves. Wu Yuanji, how long can you hold out?

Wu Yuanji panicked, completely panicked. His melancholy gaze swept over the surrounding feudal towns, anxiously searching for someone who could help him. Lu Longjiedu, who killed his father and brother, made Mr. Liu Zong, who was immersed in boundless fear, and had no time to pay attention to his own idle affairs; The strong Wei Bo Festival made Tian Hongzheng fight with Chang'an, and his son Tian Bu and the three thousand Wei Bo soldiers under his command were still tossing their fragile nerves; The Xuanwu Festival of Yang Feng and Yin violates the Xuanwu Festival, so that although Han Hong is the first rat at both ends, he will never tear his face for himself and Chang'an; Other large and small feudal towns have long been cleaned up by Chang'an. Perhaps, there are only two people left who can lend a helping hand to themselves, one is Wang Chengzong, the envoy of Chengde Festival; The other should be Li Shidao, the envoy of the Ziqing Festival.

After receiving Huaixi's letter for help, Wang Chengzong and Li Shidao immediately began to act, writing to Chang'an again and again, asking Chang'an to pardon Wu Yuanji. But as soon as the life-saving twists and turns entered Chang'an, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news. How could Chang'an let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and how could he let go of Wu Yuanji, who had an unforgivable crime?

Wu Yuanji panicked, Wang Chengzong retreated, and only the most cowardly Li Shidao began to hide in a dark corner, quietly brewing a conspiracy, a terrifying conspiracy.

It turned out that Li Shidao, the envoy of Ziqing Jiedu, had a special force in his hands, and its personnel composition was very complicated: there were gangsters who committed adultery, robbers who killed like hemp, assassins who came and went like the wind, snitches who came and went, and tomb robbers who dug graves...... In short, they are all social instability. Now, Li Shidao has gathered them together and given them the task, he wants to give full play to their maximum potential and give Chang'an some color to see!

Midnight, the moon is dark and the wind is high, the midnight when you can't see your fingers. In Heyin, a firelight rose to the sky, followed by a sea of fire, and the raging flames lit up half of the sky in Heyin.

Heyin is a small county seat, but it plays an important role in the Tang Empire, especially for the soldiers who conquered Huaixi, because Heyin is an important grain transit station.

During the Kaiyuan period, Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Ming Dynasty built the Heyin Caoyuan in order to facilitate the transportation of the southeast Cao, and the grain in the Jianghuai area was transported to Heyin through the Bianqu, incorporated into the Caoyuan, and then transported to Chang'an through the Yellow River and Weishui. Because of the Heyin Caoyuan, Chang'an was able to raise a large amount of grain and grass to crusade against those unruly feudal towns; Because of the Heyin Caoyuan, tens of thousands of soldiers on the expedition to Huaixi can get grain nearby, which is very convenient. If it is the Heyin Cao Courtyard that catches fire, the consequences will be unimaginable!

It was the Heyin Caoyuan that caught fire! The more than 300,000 horses of money and more than 30,000 grains stored in it were turned to ashes in the jumping flames! At the same time, another granary of the Tang Empire, the Xiangzhou Buddhist Temple hundreds of miles away from Heyin, also suffered the disaster of Huilu overnight, and all the military reserves were reduced to nothing under the raging fire.

The grain and grass were burned, the people in Chang'an were panicked, and the requests for a strike came one after another, but Li Chun, the son of the Tang Dynasty, did not panic, Prime Minister Wu Yuanheng did not panic, and Cheng Pei Du in the imperial history did not panic. They knew very well that the first war in Huaixi was related to the fortune of the empire, and they must not give up halfway. Of course, at this time, they still didn't know that Li Shidao had a more insidious plan and a more terrifying assassination. This time, Li Shidao's eyes were aimed at Prime Minister Wu Yuanheng and Cheng Pei Du in the Imperial History.