Heavy darkness rippled in the bleak and silent sky, the waves were surging, covering the sky, and the brilliance of the stars had long been lost. There was only a waning moon glowing with a light light, struggling in the darkness.

But looking at the north, there is a shining star, the jade star of the north star breaks through the layers of darkness, stands out in the dark night, shining with a dazzling light, close to the moon hanging high.

When the stars are in the sky, the bright light seems to condense the edge of all the stars, making people dare not look directly.

The stars change, the dynasty changes, and the changes of the thousand autumns began overnight.

The troops led by Duan Sui were invincible, and in less than an hour, they had already broken through the guards of the south gate and killed Qin Chuan, the guard of the south gate. Thousands of people did not stop, rushing all the way to Pingyang.

Fu Jian had already received the news, and he was furious, but also shocked, he never thought that this group of soldiers who were like scattered sand could raise any big waves. He didn't expect that Murong Chong, who was thousands of miles away in Pingyang, would be able to call on soldiers and horses from all walks of life in Chang'an, and hold high the banner tonight to confront the Qin State.

Later, what he never expected was that the Phoenix Emperor after Nirvana's rebirth would definitely return to the world with a sword in his hand, and everywhere he went, blood flowed like a river.

Fu Jian's son Fu Hui temporarily assembled a large army to pursue and suppress the rebels of Yan State, but before he could catch up with Duan Sui's pace, Han Yan's men and horses had already rushed in.

The two armies had already clashed, Fu Hui's army was well-trained and outnumbered, and Han Yan did not have any upper hand. But fortunately, the soldiers of Dayan rode lightly, and they didn't intend to fight for a long time, and there were shadow guards in the hidden places to cover from the side, and in the end they dragged Fu Hui's soldiers and horses.

The beacon fire burned together for three months, and the horseshoe stepped on the Zhongshan River.

Tonight, the waning moon is like blood, and the fire is shining brightly.

In 384 AD, in March, Murong Hong, the king of Yanji North, led his army across the Yellow River, raised troops in Huayin, and killed Fu Jian's son Fu Rui. Murong Chong also led an army of 20,000 and responded in Hedong.

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Binh Duong

"Lord Wang, Chang'an has lit the beacon tower, presumably Duan Sui's men and horses have broken through." Yuan Xiang came to say goodbye with excitement and joy on his face, and even the steps under his feet were extremely brisk.

When Murong Chong heard the news, his sword eyebrows were obviously raised, and he raised his eyes to look at the darkness outside the window, his eyes as bright as cold stars reflected a bright and cold light.

He's waiting, waiting for a dawn.

"As soon as the news comes out, they will be surrounded and suppressed by the Qin army all the way, and the shadow guards in various places can be ambushed?" Although he was excited in his heart, Murong Chong still said calmly.

A momentary victory does not mean that the road is smooth.

The power of the Qin State is still not to be underestimated.

"Don't worry, the prince has already given an order ten days ago, and the road that the Yan army passes through is covered by our people." Yuan Xiang replied, secretly admiring Murong Chong's strategy.

A true king is not only able to endure humiliation in troubled times, nor can he not be surprised in danger, but more importantly, in the short-term joy of victory, he can still maintain a calm and wise mind, look at the overall situation, and work step by step.

And Murong Chong did it all!

"Lord Wang......" Yuan Xiang suddenly looked difficult, as if he had something else to report, but he didn't know how to speak.

Murong Chong glanced at him lightly, and he had already guessed the probability, he sighed, and said, "Say, how is the palace?" ”

Yuan Xiang suddenly knelt down in his robe, "The news from Chang'an's eight hundred miles is urgent, all the shadow dead soldiers we sent into the palace have missed, and they have not been able to rescue Emperor Yan and the Queen Mother. ”

Although it was an expected result, Murong Chong's eyes were still dark, like a floating leaf, and he lost his brilliance.

He knew very well that it would be difficult to rescue them from the heavily guarded Qin Imperial Palace.

But even so, even if he knew that this move would not only damage the troops, but also be very easy to startle the snake. He also wants to give it a try for his mother and brother.

He waved his hand weakly and said, "Get up, so that you can settle their families." ”

"Yes."

Yuan Xiang got up, but he was still standing in place. He has always had a question, but he has never dared to ask.

"What? Is there anything else to report? Looking at Yuan Xiang's hesitant appearance, Murong Chong couldn't help but ask.

Yuan Xiang took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Lord Wang, Yuan Xiang dares to ask, if we really rescue His Majesty Emperor Yan, will we raise troops to support him as emperor?" ”

Murong Chong's face suddenly turned cold, and his fierce gaze shot coldly at Yuan Xiang, his eyes were terrifyingly cold. I couldn't help but shudder down his spine, and I saw him kneel down on his knees again in panic.

"Yuan Xiang doesn't choose his words, please punish the prince!"

Murong Chong glanced at him, and then said in a deep voice, "You remember, he is the lord of the Yan Kingdom, and it is natural to support him." ”

"Yes, Yuan Xiang kept it in mind." Yuan Xiang lowered his head and replied respectfully, only to find that his forehead had oozed sweat at some point, and his sideburns were wet.

"How's going on with Ah Ling?" Murong Chong asked loudly, his eyes had eased a lot at this time.

Yuan Xiang replied, "At this time, the Shadow Guard should already be on his way back to escort Miss Ling back. ”

Murong Chong looked out the window, but his brows suddenly furrowed slightly, and his handsome face was lightly stained with worry.

"Ah Ling, I'm afraid she won't come back so easily."

I'm afraid that she is already complaining about him in her heart at this time.

"Lord Wang, Yuan Xiang has something unclear, such a big matter as raising troops, why don't you let Miss Ling participate in it?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, I'm just afraid, even she doesn't understand."

Under the faint and hazy moonlight, Murong Chong's figure was still long, but the back reflected a bleak and cold reflection, as if he was lonely in a lifetime.

"Lord Wang."

"She is brave, resolute, and a woman who does not let her eyebrows go, although she is a daughter, she is a handsome talent." Thinking of Song Ling, Murong Chong couldn't help but show an appreciative look in his eyes, "It stands to reason that I should let her put on armor and entrust her with a heavy responsibility." ”

"But ......"

"The sword on the battlefield has no eyes, no matter who is strategizing and fighting bravely, it is impossible to escape life and death."

Murong Chong said in a deep voice, every word he said seemed to witness the battlefield full of smoke, the yellow sand with mountains of corpses and bones, a battle, and many lives and deaths.

The battlefield is always ruthless, just like a ruthless sword.

But he has a deep affection for her.

"I only wish that she could stay away from the war and live a safe life."

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The long night is coming to an end, and the killing finally overrides this prosperous capital city, and the blood washes away the golden walls and green tiles of the past, leaving only the ruins of the broken walls.

The hatred of the country and the family will eventually be washed with blood, and the blood will be sacrificed; Death is the end.

The army led by Duan Sui was brave all the way, overcoming obstacles, breaking through several levels and three states in a row, winning the victory and going straight to Pingyang.

Han Yan's two-way soldiers and horses competed with Fu Hui's army, although there were fewer enemies and more than half of the losses, but he led the light horse to step on the ground, and he was already shouting on the battlefield, breaking through the siege, and singing to Pingyang.

Now, only Yang Zhao's soldiers and horses are still fighting fiercely with the Chang'an Forbidden Army, making the final cover for the withdrawal of the Yan army.

Song Ling stood in the corner of the East City Gate, waiting for Yang Zhao's triumph, which was the only way for him to pass.