The Southern Empire is rotten and black, but it treats the people the best of all known countries in the world, because there is a lot of money, there is so much money that the emperor is not afraid, and there is more money than the landlords.

Therefore, in the last decade of August of the ninth year, the original roaring gathering, the vigorous uprising of the former prince was basically extinguished, Zhao Guangshu not only lost almost 20,000 descendants of the elite, but also lost the sealing door, the help boxing party, the tartary buckwheat sect, the four major help of the hungry people, it was really a lonely family, trapped in the siege, when the 200,000 army (paid 10,000 casualties) completely surrounded the Fengdu Soul Refining Mountain, the escape tunnel that had been painstakingly operated for 20 years was useless, the Soul Refining Mountain was not the Blood Yang City, the scope was huge, so the exit of the tunnel was still in the mountain, and I thought that this should deal with the siege of 50,000 or 60,000 people in the imperial court, the tunnels that can be easily escaped, in the face of a wider range and a tighter encirclement, it loses its meaning. Zhao Guangyi knew that many of the enemy's partial generals were captured and annihilated near the tunnel entrance.

At this time, near the small Pailuogang, 6,000 elites had already gathered, and in the first big village, there were up to 3,000 people.

Zhao Guangyi stared at the thick rammed earth wall in front of the big village, the gate built of rough wood, and the trench in front of the door that was more than three feet wide, but only three feet deep.

Heaven is pitiful, it is impossible to build a stone city and a brick city on a dirt mountain like Fengdu Soul Refining Mountain, there are no decent quarries near here, and the bricks and stones can only be transported from other places, and the cost of mountain transportation is so expensive that the family does not dare to try it easily.

So Zhao Guangyi appeared in front of such a miniature city with a civil structure, the three-meter-high city wall may not be anything on the plain, but at the top of this steep hillside, it is really fatal, because the mountain road between Pailuogang and the first village is rugged and difficult to walk, even the most elite war horses, it is difficult to rush up such a steep slope at full speed, even if it goes up, it will not leave any physical strength to jump over the three-foot-deep trench in front of the camp. On the three-meter-high earthen wall, there are many battlements, and countless bright arrows stretch out from behind the battlements, and the iron with a blue-blue arrow falls in Zhao Guangyi's eyes, which is a real anger and disappointment, it is a broken yuan arrow, a special weapon that is very strictly controlled by the imperial court. Zhao Guangyi couldn't imagine that a mountain bandit leader/out-of-gas prince who was destined to rebel could get this kind of thing, so there was no reason why the menacing northern country would not get this kind of weapon in batches, or even the manufacturing process.

Zhao Guangyi did not give the order to attack, although the big tent of Pailuogang and the front line a hundred zhang away in front had been stabilized yesterday, and even a low earthen wall was erected in front of the front line to slightly block the enemy's rolling stones as big as a bucket from the mountain, he did not attack rashly, as if it was really as Zhao Guangshu expected, marching cautiously, preferring to miss the opportunity rather than be greedy for merit, but in fact, he was waiting, waiting for the forbidden army, the same slow and sluggish logistics troops.

It was a logistics force escorted by 3,000 armor soldiers, and now that the five provinces near Fengdu were already strong, it was impossible for this army to encounter any attacks.

"Lord Overseer!" At this time, Fang Mou's voice came from behind him: "The cannon has been transported." ”

"Tell the soldiers to immediately build a firing position, let the accompanying officials grasp it, and bombard the stockade on the top of the mountain......" Zhao Guangyi stretched out his hand and pointed to the lonely and tenacious No. 1 village: "Tell them that I don't want to see cannonballs flying over the top of the mountain and falling into the valley behind!"

"Yes!" came the sound of the general's footsteps in the distance behind him. Immediately afterwards, the castle was full of boiling human voices, and the sound of shovels and pickaxes hammering the ground was covered by such a boiling noise, and it was not very real to hear vaguely, Uncle Zhao Guang sighed silently, and he could vaguely feel the despair of the people in the mansion.

【The first big village opposite】

Paper, after all, can't contain the fire.

No matter how Zhao Guangyi strategized, no matter how hard Chen Youshi was, no matter how far the procrastinating soldiers of the forbidden army carried out the above orders, Zhao Guangshu still learned the approximate number of the imperial crusading army on the twenty-day of August, that is, the day when Zhao Guangyi planned to end the campaign and end this boring farce.

It's not the claimed 420,000, it's not the 70,000 army that was created, but the terrifying, 200,000 elite army. The phrase "outside must first be inside" is really like a spell, in different worlds, the same stage.

What does it mean to Zhao Guangshu that 200,000 forbidden troops or heavily armored infantry cavalry with equal combat strength besieged Soul Refining Mountain? It means that even if they activate the underground secret passage, they can't escape, which means that they can't use lightly armored mountain bandits to attack any of the imperial army scattered up the mountain.

Any harassment is completely useless. Uncle Zhao Guang used all the strategies of falling rocks, ground subsidence, water attack, fire attack, and night attack, killing and wounding at least 3,000 enemies, but he did not stop the steady advance of the enemy in any direction, and did not stop the rout of any defensive line.

The enemy is inexhaustible, 60,000 against 200,000, light infantry against hoplite, and now that Kalashnikov has not yet been built and put into production, no matter how you look at it, there will be no chance of victory.

Chen Youshi is indeed as Han Shuang expected, timid and cautious, unwilling to divide the troops and rush forward, not far behind the forward that threw down the baggage, it is ten times the number of so-called Chinese troops carrying the baggage, step by step fortification, advancing step by step, sometimes in one day, only advancing one mile forward, and there have been no less than ten missed opportunities, seeing the enemy regrouping in front of him, counterattacking things, but all favorable conditions are also unfavorable factors at this moment, the cautious and cautious Chen Youshi with the forward, every mile forward, this mile will never belong to Zhao Guangshu again in the last hundred years, every time he repels a group of enemies, seven or eight out of ten of these enemies are destined to be prisoners, escorted back to Pershing City to be trafficked or killed. Chen Youshi, who missed the opportunity, did not move like a mountain, and even if Uncle Zhao Guang and his gang tried their best to do their tricks, they still couldn't stop her for a while, no matter what trap, he had an infinite number of lives to fill it, and it was even more effective to attack the east and west, because Chen Youshi's soldiers were so many that they could only attack in all directions at the same time.

The siege of Soul Refining Mountain requires a maximum of 100,000 forbidden troops, and it is estimated that no more can even be done to open the front, so Zhao Guangshu's face-to-face enemy, there are 100,000 people, or the hard-to-bite heavy armored spear infantry, or heavy armor and heavy sword cavalry, the inferior bows and arrows made by the mountain bandits themselves cannot shoot through the lock armor full of gangfeng, and the enemy's strong crossbows often pierce through two arrows, and the masters who come and go like the wind throw hidden weapons, but they don't even touch the skin of the army, but they are often shot through the stomach by the crossbows of the enemy's partial generals. Wang Baldan and Ma Debi took people to attack the enemy's logistics team, but the logistics and transportation officer's horse team was actually equipped with man-horse conjoined chain armor, which was more exaggerated than the lightly armed forward, and they were unsuccessful in several battles, and the two disappeared one after another in the melee, thinking that they were either killed or captured. Now Uncle Zhao Guang's group of people can only shrink into the camp, stubbornly, and cannot wait for help, because there is no support.

Uncle Zhao Guang, who was sitting in the first place, couldn't understand why the imperial court was willing to spend so much effort and mobilize 200,000 troops to exterminate them, he thought that he would have 60,000 people with him for at least several years.

He turned his head to look around, the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth chairs were only sitting in thin air, and at this time, the camp tent in the center of Dazhai was empty, withered and deserted, and compared with the time of the great gathering a month ago, less than half of them could still sit. After a series of battles, the dead died, the descended, the fleeing, the missing disappeared, the real family was ruined, and the land was really clean when it looked like it was about to fall. His eyes were red and swollen, and he glanced at the people who were still sitting below, some of them were gray, some were pale, some were red, and some were as usual, but their eyes wandered.

Uncle Zhao Guang's eyes, which had no focus at all, instantly condensed, and the dark green pupils swirled around with complexity and treachery. The heart that was originally disheartened and empty suddenly tightened, and vigilance and suspicion stimulated his nerves like an electric shock.

What did he see in that wandering gaze? what he thought was the essence of the world.

Treachery.

He knows that it is useless to say that the wall is down now, and it is useless for any dynasty or any force to collapse at the moment when it turns from prosperity to decline, it is the collapse of people's hearts and minds and their own futures, since the darkness, without exception, no family can be glorious for a thousand years, and no sect will be passed on forever, because of the lack of a spirit, a belief, to gather everyone's loyalty and tide over the difficulties together.

This is a thousand years of poison caused by false Confucianism instead of true Confucianism, the quality of knights is glory and bravery, there is never a word of loyalty, and there is no so-called lord humiliation and death of the minister, only the lord humiliates the minister and flees. Under such poison, starting from the Third Dynasty, the lifespan of each generation of dynasties is not long.

Except for the Sixth Dynasty, led by Harran, which advocated loyalty but fell at the hands of traitors.

The wandering eyes called betrayal woke him up and made his heart tremble. Uncle Zhao Guang did not consider himself an incompetent person, on the contrary, he felt that he was very able to control the loyalty of his subordinates, even in such a desperate time, he had confidence in himself in this regard.

"Someone, invite the cheap slave Zunbul!" Uncle Zhao Guang said suddenly, the scattered generals and leaders sitting below him all seemed to have been poked by needles, their bodies trembled, their spirits lifted, their eyes widened one by one, and they looked at him inexplicably.

"The king......" At this time, a general said softly, "But you want to negotiate peace?"

"It's not that time yet. Uncle Zhao Guang waved his hand arbitrarily, at this time, the little eunuch Zunbul under the Spirit Emperor had been escorted over by two majestic and fierce swordsmen, tears flowed, and when he saw Uncle Zhao Guang, he quickly knelt down and begged for mercy to show his loyalty, saying that he was blind and forced by the situation, so he followed the puppet emperor of the puppet dynasty. Uncle Zhao Guang was upset when he heard this, and at the same time, he also had to seize the time to control those wandering eyes, so he immediately ordered: "Someone! Drag him out and let him blood to sacrifice the flag!"

"The king spares his life!" Zunbul screamed, and the generals sitting under Uncle Zhao Guang also changed their faces.

Bloodletting to sacrifice flags, for everyone here, is witchcraft.

Uncle Zhao Guang sneered, he thought that this was the best method, just like the legendary mage's spiritual spell, through the blood of a sacrifice, all the generals were forced to be loyal to him, or rather, they were just forced to fight to the death.

Uncle Zhao Guang knew that this was the time when he was at the most dangerous, not when he was caught by the Spirit Emperor. He thought that the Linghuang was hindered by the ancestral etiquette, he didn't dare to kill him at all, and he didn't even dare to entrust the interrogation to others and could only sit in the hall in person, at that time, he could have been wronged, humiliated and practiced in the past 20 years to the public, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military listened, naturally there are a lot of people to avenge him, and even form a force to force the palace, when the time comes, even if he is imprisoned for a lifetime, he can live the life of a rich man in peace, even if his ideals are shattered, he can also sit and watch the clouds disappear, his life is there, why worry about the future?

And at this time, how many of these people sitting below hope to cut off his head and use a silver basket to present it to the Spirit Emperor as a ladder for his own success?

Since ancient times, the heart of the minister has been separated from the belly.

Uncle Zhao Guang understands this, and he also thinks that there is a magic method to suppress it. Seeing that Zunbul was dragged out of the big tent, he also stood up and said to the soldiers below: "Ladies and gentlemen, now the world is difficult, the cause is not easy, the traitor is arrogant, we have reached the point of living and dying together! The trick that the traitor Zhao Guangshu is best at using is to first Zhao'an and some people who are hostile to him, add officials to the knighthood, allow the mining of the city, and let those people expropriate and extort tyranny, scourge the township, and ten years later, when they are arrogant and lascivious, and when they are rich and rich, they will be guilty of a crime, and all the gold and silver treasures and antique treasures that have been looted will be unique to him Zhao Guangling overnight! Everyone, this difficult day is not only for the immediate self-consideration, but also for the future self-consideration! Don't do the stupid thing of greedy for immediate profit and being defeated and killed after the autumn!

When he said this, the faces of the generals below all changed, and those whose eyes wandered really converged a little, and their faces were as white as earth, while those who were trembling in two streams relaxed at this time, nodded, and prayed with a blue and gray face, obviously, they no longer dared to have any excessive illusions about their own fate.