Emperor Yanwei Murong Chong ended his legendary and short life in the mutiny of his subordinates, like fireworks that only bloom for a moment, in the high places of life, dissipated with the wind.

But the beauty and brilliance of that moment will not end with death, and will be imprinted in the minds of thousands of future generations.

Qin King Fu Jian also died under the long knife of his former subordinate Yao Chang, perhaps the emperor's greatest sorrow and unwillingness was betrayed by those who once believed in him!

They all went, but the war did not stop, and the chaotic world remained the same. The wheel of history is rolling inexorably forward, and I hope you and I can walk together from this moment.

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Many people thought that the Qin state of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms would fall with Fu Jian's death. In fact, his eldest son Fu Pi, just like his father who defended Chang'an back then, struggled to support Yecheng.

Murong rushed away, but Dayan's fire and hope were still burning desperately. Murong Chui, the former king of Yan and Wu, was in the vast territory of the north, fighting to the death with Later Qin, and fought the final battle for the unification of the Central Plains.

Yecheng, the former capital of Yan State, an important military city in the north, borders the Yellow River in the east, the upper reaches of the Guguan Pass, the Cao Yun runs smoothly from north to south, enters Shanxi in the west, and the Central Plains in the south, which is the place where the soldiers must fight. Yecheng has been strengthened by several dynasties and generations, the city is high and strong, the base stone is firmly defended, the Zhanghe River is moated outside, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Murong Chui, a generation of war gods, encountered such a strong city, and he couldn't help but hit the wall repeatedly. He led the army to carry out countless fierce attacks, surprise attacks, etc., and he didn't know how many tunnels he had dug up, but he still didn't take Yecheng.

Fu Pi's strategy is very simple and rude, just like his father guarding Chang'an, defending to the death, except to defend or to defend to the death!

Yan and Qin have been holding each other for many years, and the two states of Youyou and Hebei have long been in the great wilderness, and Murong Chui ordered that silkworms should not be raised within a radius of thousands of miles, and mulberries should be saved to make military rations for a long time.

The situation in Yan is still like this, let alone the isolated Yecheng territory. When the Qin army ran out of food and grass, they ate rats, ants and insects, and in the end, there was not even a single cockroach in the huge Yecheng. But the soldiers still can't fill their stomachs, so they can only eat human flesh, and their main source of food is the Yan army sent by Murong Chui to attack the city!

Are they afraid of the attack of the Yan army?

Apparently not!

On the contrary, they waited every day for the attack of the Yan army! Because, that's the food they fill their stomachs!

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The wind was howling, the chill was rising, and the wind in the middle of the night in the north, with a hint of dryness, hit the faces of the soldiers, whirring.

It was already late autumn, and in such a cold weather, it was only a moment of warmth to gather around the fire in the camp. Even though he was wrapped in a quilt, his hands and feet were still cold. Yan Jun, like Qin Jun, thought that the other party would not make any moves at this time.

When a soldier makes a surprise move, it is to go the opposite way and attack it unprepared.

On this night, Murong Chui launched another surprise attack.

The will to attack Yecheng is indestructible!

He attached great importance to this battle, and personally sent his henchmen general, the eldest son of Murong Ke, the former Yan Dazai, Murong Kai, the general of the expedition to the west, as the striker, and the third uncle Lan Khan as the backbone general, leading 500 strong men, taking advantage of the night, to launch an attack from the north tunnel.

The fire in the wooden pile was still simmering in Yanying, and the heat that rose had been blown away by the cold wind before it reached midair, and everything was as normal as every truce night in the past.

The tunnel was dark, long, and impermeable, and the only air there was made the soldiers stuff their noses and chests, and they all blushed and crawled forward with great difficulty, just wanting to get out of this tomb-like place as soon as possible.

Murong Kai was at the front of the team, he crawled extremely fast, and the blocked air below made him a little breathless, but he could imagine the difficulty of hundreds of soldiers behind him.

But fortunately, it's not far from the exit.

The city is dark, and the once prosperous capital has long since lost its former hustle and bustle. The people did not dare to go out with their doors closed, for fear that in the silence of death, they would suddenly be taken away, killed, and eaten by some very hungry soldier.

Seeing that he had reached the exit, Murong Kai did not immediately come out of the tunnel, he cautiously hid behind the weeds, only poked out his head, and looked around along the gap between the grasses.

The wind was still whistling, and it swept through the weeds like a predator, bringing up an inexplicable fragrance.

This weed is a wheat weed that is poisonous to its stems, leaves and seeds.

Murong Kai looked around the guards around the city gate, four people were in a group, stationed on the left and right sides, and there were more than ten Qin army guards above the city wall.

The North City Gate is a lifeblood of Yecheng, and the distribution of such guards in the middle of the night is not too much, nor is it too little.

Murong Kai couldn't help but feel a trace of inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, this was a general's instinctive vigilance.

He made a gesture to the soldiers behind him to stand by, felt the dagger at his waist, and slowly crawled out of the tunnel.

He crawled towards the city gate, slowly around the back of the guard, at this time, a black cloud floating from nowhere suddenly covered the moonlight, only to see the wind galloping, a black shadow and the dark cloud corresponding, like a tacit understanding made in advance. Murong Kai stood up suddenly, he covered the mouth and nose of a guard, and the blade in his hand was horizontal, and the man fell before he could struggle.

The other three Qin soldiers reacted immediately, and the nearest defender rushed over first. Murong Kai's eyes were fierce, he threw down the dagger with his right hand, spun off half a minute with his left foot, and his body bent, and he easily dodged Qin Bing's long knife.

It was too late, it was fast, his body turned around like a snake, and he firmly caught the dagger with his left hand, only to see the blade flash, and a deadly blood mark was pulled from Qin Bing's carotid artery. The pain came too suddenly, and before the Qin soldier could cover the wound with his hands, he lost his breath and fell to the ground.

At this time, the black clouds in the sky dispersed, and under the cold moonlight, I saw that the man's eyes were even more chilling than the miserable white blade.

When the two Qin soldiers saw that this person was so brave, they couldn't help but be a little scared, a little panicked, and hesitated in place.

They didn't even see his move before they smelled blood.

The two looked at each other, took a deep breath, and rushed over shouting together, as if only such a shout could embolden themselves.

One person shouted and ran, and at the same time drew the knife, but before the knife came out of the sheath, it was kicked back into the scabbard by Murong Kai. The man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed Murong Kai's dagger with his bare hands, and a Qin soldier behind him took advantage of the situation to pick up a knife and cut it.

Murong Kai's feet didn't move, only his figure flashed slightly, and the knife was gone.

And the Qin soldier who pounced on him and snatched the dagger was so bloody that he screamed in pain and couldn't move.

The Qin soldier wanted to raise the knife and cut again, but between the lightning and flint, Murong Kai had already circled behind the two of them at some point, like a phantom, you only saw its shape, but not its person, the fatal knife had already slashed through your neck.

Murong Kai stood with his back to the moonlight, his long body up, the blade held horizontally in his hand, and blood was dripping from the sharp blade.

Looking at the two Qin soldiers again, they had already been killed.

The shouts of the Qin soldiers just now quickly woke up the snoring guards on the left side of the city, and they hurriedly drew their swords and shouted at the archers on the city tower: "The Yan army is coming!" ”

The shout of "Shoot arrows quickly......" was still stuck in the throats of those people, and the dagger in Murong Kai's hand had already asked for their lives.

However, the defenders on the tower heard it!

Suddenly, sharp arrows rained down, and Murong Kai hurriedly made an offensive gesture in the direction of the tunnel, and the Yan army rushed out and immediately came to help.

Seeing that so much time has passed, the strength of the Qin army has not increased, it seems that there should be no ambush, but he is thinking too much.

At the front of the line were the archers and crossbowmen of the Yan Kingdom, who drew their bows and arrows, and soon had their own back-and-forth with the Qin army.

As if he had expected such a scene, Murong Chui specially asked the crossbowmen to walk at the front of the team in preparation for a counterattack.

For a time, the two armies were facing each other, with sharp blades facing each other, each advancing and retreating.

"General, do you want to strike now?" In the darkness, only one person asked in a low voice.

The man looked condescendingly at the Yan army who was gaining momentum at the city gate, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a bloodthirsty sneer, he waved his hand unhurriedly, and said, "Don't worry, wait." ”

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