Huaiyu was lying on the bed, with a book on the pillow and a bright lamp at the bedside.

"Reading a book under the lamp, I hurt my eyes carefully."

Hearing Zhao Yan's voice, Huaiyu turned his head suddenly, but the arrow wound on his back moved, and he immediately bared his teeth and grinned in pain.

Zhao Yan hurriedly walked over: "Don't move." ”

"Awei is back?"

"Well, it's the Eagle Chasers." Zhao Yan knew what Huaiyu wanted to ask.

"Eagle Alliance?"

Being assassinated by a Jianghu organization repeatedly, Huaiyu is undoubtedly on the assassination list of the Eagle League, although Huaiyu is not afraid of things, but for anyone, it is an unpleasant thing to be targeted by such a dangerous organization all the time.

Half a month later, the usual bustling and lively Shangwei Restaurant suddenly went to the empty building overnight, and the guests who came to the restaurant early in the morning were puzzled and surprised to find that the signboard of the restaurant had been taken off, the door was closed, and the seal of the official seal was solemnly sealed on the door in black and white.

In front of the stairs stood two rows of guards solemnly and majestically.

The people who came to watch were chattering, a little bolder, and asked in their throats: "Overnight, what happened to Shang Taste?" ”

No one answered.

Kyoto exploded again.

The huge restaurant was closed by the government overnight, which has to make people speculate, and for a while, rumors spread in Kyoto.

Some people say that the boss of Shang Taste is a spy of another country, and he was discovered by the imperial court, so he was eradicated;

Some say that the boss of Shang Taste is a hero, who has earned enough money in Kyoto and went to other places in style;

Some people say that the boss of Shang Wei has too many enemies, and the enemies have come to the door to wash the restaurant in blood......

And so on and so forth.

And Master Duan of the Feihong Pavilion also left the Feihong Pavilion for some reason, and the dean's statement was that Master Duan was going to travel all over the world, although the students were reluctant, but everyone had already left, and there was nothing to be done.

At this time in Seoul, the prefect Shi Lianfeng had been holding on for several months.

And the Yan army has also reached the point of exhaustion.

For Yan Chunhui, Seoul was the most difficult bone he had encountered.

For several months, his 300,000 Yan troops have been attacking the city non-stop, but the seemingly crumbling walls of Seoul have always stood firmly under the swords of those soldiers who no longer seem to be human and ghostly.

His army also suffered unprecedented losses.

He prepared to rest for a day today, and when it was dawn tomorrow, he would definitely capture Seoul in one go.

And the messy hair and haggard face of Seoul Taishou Shi Lianfeng trembled and held a secret slip in both hands, which was sent by Cai Xinyue before, and it was written the news of the Kyoto Rebellion.

The emperor died, and who will remember his little Seoul?

"God, do you really want to destroy my Daqing?"

Shi Lianfeng raised his head to the sky and roared, and his heart-rending shouts echoed in the bleak and cold night, and the soldiers standing upright on the city wall couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts.

Shi Lianfeng threw the secret slip in his hand aside.

Standing up in a daze, he bent down and gently touched the bloody cheeks of the soldier who had fallen on the steps of the city wall, and large tears dripped down.

Shi Lianfeng knew that with the current strength of Seoul, Yan Chunhui's army would attack for a few more days, and Seoul would be lost.

During the day, he personally ordered 500 soldiers and asked the guard Wang Ting to escort the old, young, women and children of Seoul out of the city, and now the rest of Seoul are all men over fifteen years old and under fifty years old.

is already the last batch of soldiers in Seoul!

Looking up at the mountains that were still reflecting white at night, Shi Lianfeng's tears had dried up, and his heart was like water.

Don't expect the imperial court to send troops to rescue.

He died in battle in this life, and he will be a good man in the next life.

On the second day, the sun, which had not been seen for nearly a month, rose in the east, and a piece of sunset reflected the sky magnificently, and the snow on the distant mountains gradually melted, revealing a small handful of emerald green on the top of the mountain.

However, Seoul was too guarded by Shi Lianfeng and was not in the mood to appreciate these, and after hearing the report from the subordinate officials, the old and young women and children who had fled out of the city to Yundu had walked fifty miles away last night, and Shi Lianfeng tightened his handsome eyebrows.

Fifty miles, it's too slow!

But he knew that the people who sent him away were all old and young, women and children who were powerless, even if they had the heart to go fast, they couldn't do it.

"Pass my order, let Wang Ting send the people to Suizhou this evening no matter what, otherwise come to see me!"

"Yes." The subordinate officer hurried down.

Shi Lianfeng hurriedly ate a few large mouthfuls of white flour steamed buns, walked to the city wall, and looked out of the city wall facing the rising sun.

In the distance, there was a vast expanse, and the corpses left by yesterday's fierce battle had been cleaned up, and large areas of blood had been left on the grass.

"Taishou, can we hold Seoul?"

An ironclad young general behind Shi Lianfeng looked into the distance and asked hopefully.

"Yes." Shi Lianfeng turned around and patted him on the shoulder, "You see the sun is out, we will definitely be able to defend Seoul and our homeland!" ”

The young general's eyes showed joy, what Taishou said must be true.

As the sun rose to the top of the mountain, the trumpets of the army were heard in the distance.

The black army rushed to the wall of Seoul as if he was not dying, and on the city wall, Shi Lianfeng was red-eyed and killed batch after batch of enemy troops who rushed up.

Several of the personal guards who were originally guarding Shi Lianfeng's side had already fallen, leaving only the ironclad young general with a bloodstained face, his eyes wide open, and his hand falling with a knife, just like Shi Lianfeng, mercilessly cutting down the enemies who climbed up.

The Yan army launched three fierce attacks, each time when they were about to break through the city gate and cross the city wall, and were repulsed by the Han soldiers and civilians who rushed up.

Every time it loses, both sides lose.

On the fourth occasion, the Yan army gathered all its forces and launched a final charge.

The twilight was dark, and the walls of Seoul fell into hell on earth.

The soldiers of Seoul have used up all the arrows, wood, stones, and all the hot oil and gold soup they can use, and now they are at the end of their rope, and they can only rely on the weapons in their hands to meet the enemy!

The sun is setting.

The ironclad general shouted, cut off the heads of several Yan soldiers who rushed up to the city wall, looked at the Yan army moving densely under the city with his back to the sunset, and then looked at the few scarred Seoul soldiers on the city wall.

Seoul! Can't hold it?

There are now only a few thousand young adults left in the small Hancheng who are the last to be martyred, and Taishou ordered that until the last moment, this group of people will not rush forward.

However, the Iron Armor Junior noticed that many young and strong people had spontaneously joined the battlefield, although for those who had not experienced war, most of them died under the sword of the Yan army.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The ironclad young general is close to the Taishou Shi Lianfeng, and now, only he protects the Taishou.

Shi Lianfeng is also very brave, and his spirit is highly concentrated all day long, although he has not eaten since eating a big bowl of noodles and steamed buns in the morning, but he is red-eyed at this time, especially when he sees the people of Hancheng dying under the spears of the Yan army one by one, he can't wait to give birth to a few pairs of hands and kill a few more enemies.

He has been waiting for Seoul for more than ten years, and he has lived in Seoul for decades!

Suddenly!

"Taishou, look!"

The ironclad general was pleasantly surprised to find that the Yan army's offensive was actually weak, and Shi Lianfeng also felt it, after the last group of Yan troops who continued to rush up the city wall were blocked, there was no Yan army rushing up.

Lying on the city wall and looking down, Hao Ran saw the ant-like dense Yan army turning their horses' heads one by one and walking back.

What's going on?

Squinting his eyes and looking into the distance, he saw a group of black troops rushing down from the bare mountains on both sides, fighting with the Yan army, the speed was so fast, the team was neat, Shi Lianfeng had not seen it in his life.

Soon, on the wide field, a crushing fierce battle began.

The soldiers of Seoul who were still alive on the city wall were stunned, quietly watching the scene in front of them.

Everyone sighed in their hearts:

God bless Seoul!

With the support of the black armor army, the Yan army was quickly defeated, and the command retreated to the east in a measured manner, and the black armor army chased and grabbed at the same time, chasing more than fifty miles in one breath, and capturing more than 10,000 Yan troops.

This is the Gu Jiajun who came from Kyoto more than ten days ago.

At this time, Gu Yinxia was dressed in black armor, his face was as cold as ice, he stepped on a war horse, held a red tassel gun, and rushed ahead in the lead, his long hair was tied high, and he drew a smooth arc in the wind with the running of the war horse.

Escorting the captives and horses back, Shi Lianfeng already knew that it was the black armor army that was suppressed by Fang Cai and was the Gu family army from Kyoto, and at this time, the city gate was opened to welcome the Gu family army into the city.

Even if he was far away in Seoul, he also knew Gu Jiajun's reputation, as a member of Wenchen who was loyal to Daqing, he didn't have a good impression of Gu Jiajun, a rebel army, to put it bluntly, Gu Jiajun and Yan Chun returned to the army, and there was no difference.

However, it is a fact that the Gu family military saved themselves and saved Seoul, which was about to be lost.

Shi Lianfeng is not such a pedantic person, one yard is one yard, no matter whether Gu Jiajun is a thief or a loyal minister, Gu Jiajun is now his life-saver Shi Lianfeng and Seoul.

There should be no less etiquette.

The people in the city had been evacuated yesterday, and now the city was empty, except for the soldiers stationed at the various outposts, there was not a single shadow of the people.

Fortunately, at the beginning of defending the city, under the dispatch of Shi Lianfeng, the grain and grass materials have been prepared, and now there is no shortage of food in Seoul.

Shi Lianfeng thought with emotion, the grain and grass in the city, he specially explained to a young man in the city yesterday that if Yan Chunhui's army attacked, he would set fire to the grain.

Fortunately, the boy was not so quick to move.

"In Lower Hancheng, Shi Lianfeng has seen General Gu." Shi Lianfeng brought Gu Yinxia to the barracks that was vacated, "Now in Seoul, there is some popularity here, I have left all the young and strong men behind, and let them do something in the barracks when there is no fight." ”

Gu Yinxia can imagine that yesterday's Shi Lianfeng was prepared to fight with Yan Chunhui with the determination to die.

He escorted the old and young people in the city and the people who were handed down by their parents, leaving only less than 5,000 soldiers and a few thousand unarmed people who had been guarding the city for a month.

The person in front of him was upright, he had just come down from the fierce battle, he could see that he had hurriedly sorted out his appearance, and he could see the green self and tiredness between his eyebrows and forehead, Gu Yinxia gave a deep salute to the other party: "The imperial court is late in sending troops, it's too hard." ”

Gu Yinxia's gift made Shi Lianfeng feel a little moist at the corners of his eyes.

Gu Yinxia solemnly handed over a copy of the Ming Huang Holy Decree to Shi Lianfeng: "When Gu left Beijing, the new emperor had already ascended the throne, and this is the holy decree that the new emperor entrusted me to bring to you. ”

With a "plop", Shi Lianfeng hurriedly knelt down, and the soldiers behind him also knelt down.

These days, they only care about resisting the Yan army, although they know that Emperor Hongqing has died, but in addition to lamenting, they are more worried about the predicament faced by Hancheng, and when they are in a desperate situation, they have no more curiosity about who became the emperor.

But now, Gu Jiajun is here.

It was as if a steady stream of hope had been poured into the original desperate situation, and they did not have to die in battle.

At this time, they looked at Taishou with blank eyes, hoping to hear him say who the current emperor really was.

But he saw Taishou trembling his hands, and in just a few lines of words on the holy decree, he just looked at the time of the two incense sticks.

"Minister, see General Zhenxi! Long live my emperor, long live, long live. ”

Zhao Yan's holy decree has already described Gu Yinxia's current identity in detail, and after Zhao Yan ascended the throne, he gave the name of General Zhenxi to Gu Yinxia.

This time, General Zhenxi is a veritable and well-known General Zhenxi.

Gu Yinxia smiled and helped Shi Lianfeng up: "Put aside in advance, Taishou, you can tell me about the current situation in the city first, the top priority at the moment is to consider how Yan Chunhui can win it in one fell swoop." ”

"That's what the general said." At the mention of this, Shi Lianfeng's expression became solemn.