"Do you mean the yellow robe?" The moment the word "I" popped out of Zhao Guangyi's mouth, Yang Wushu almost no longer had any respect for this boss who had the grace of knowing and the virtue of carrying and protecting, and his tone became scorching.

"No, it's this. Zhao Guangyi picked up the yellow silk and handed it to Yang Wushu with both hands, Yang Wushu took the letter suspiciously, and unfolded it to take a look:

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said: pass on the younger brother Zhao Guangyi. Chin this. ”

"This" Yang Wushu was shocked, what shocked him was not that Zhao Guangyi got the holy decree, but that this holy decree was too simple, right?

How simple is this decree? So simple that even if someone used it to make an edict, they would not dare to write it like this!

On the holy decree, not only the handwriting is clear, the jade seal is red and shiny, but also brings another particularly cumbersome and prudent anti-counterfeiting measures, on the thin yellow silk, with a unique wind fluctuation, that "the younger brother Zhao Guangyi" A few words, under the illumination of the bright sunlight shining in from the window, actually showed the ever-changing triple color, this is the effect of the secret ink in the palace, the manufacturing process of this ink is secret, each call will be left in the file, even the call of how much is recorded clearly, the call ink also needs the emperor's token, as for what the token, that is only a few people know. Yang Wudi, as a descendant of the Yang family, of course knows these secrets, but he only knows probably, and there is no concept of how to operate it at all, he only knows that on this holy decree, every word comes from the Linghuang himself, because the calligraphy of the Linghuang is its own, and others can't imitate it if they want to, and the bright red jade seal is not something that ordinary people can get, because the Linghuang never leaves it almost all day long, and the people below write the holy decree according to the emperor's will, and they can only kneel and ask the emperor to seal it in person。 The likelihood of this decree being overshadowed is very low.

"You...... Lord Wang, you ...... "Yang Wuving is hesitant, I really don't know what to say, he himself doesn't believe that Zhao Guangyi can do it at this time, or that he can do such a thing, after all, the anti-counterfeiting level of the holy decree has reached the point where it is second only to forging, it is the highest level in the world, Zhao Guangyi can't be seen by the emperor, second, he can't be favored by the party, third, he can't be close to the eunuch party, no one in the court can speak for him, and there are not many friends with hundreds of officials, and he is alone, where can it affect the process of issuing the holy decree? It would be reasonable to say that the crown prince or the king of the United States had obtained such a holy decree, but Zhao Guangyi......?

"If you have any doubts, I, ahem, I can show you the other two stubs, and the Minister of Gu Ming is also there, you can go and ask him. There was no excitement in Zhao Guangyi's tone of being "chosen", only a contemplation of shouldering a heavy responsibility, and his voice was not high-pitched at all, but it was extremely reassuring.

"Honor, honor!" Yang Wudi thought about it, and originally wanted to call him "Emperor", but because he came with the posture of Xingshi asking for guilt a minute ago, he couldn't change his mouth, but if he wanted to call him "Lord", it was not in accordance with the rules, so he could only use such an ambiguous title. He paused for a moment before asking, "Can you understand what the Spirit Emperor means?"

"It's very simple, he can't let go until he dies, it's just his duty as an emperor and the duty of the Zhao family!" Zhao Guangyi said calmly: "He is dedicated to the country, there is no doubt about this, otherwise why don't you choose the crown prince, the king of beauty, and the king?" Because he knows that in today's empire, only a strong army can survive, and in the past, because of the rear party, because of the eunuch party, or simply because the empire has many friends, the surface is unified and the internal is actually divided, and there is no way to strengthen the army and enrich the people! Brother Xianhuang knew in his heart, but he couldn't do it, so he was like this, he entrusted the responsibility of his life to me at one time, but I didn't intend to let her down, in the end, whether it was suspicion, exclusion, or prevention, in the end, it was not as big as the friendship of brothers. He is a lover who does not give up his home or country. ”

When he said the last sentence, Zhao Guangyi's voice was choked.

Yang Wuyi was silent, at this time he believed in the authenticity of the holy decree even more, because no one would let himself be so sad and painful after the edict, although the politician's face was not trustworthy, but Yang Wuyi and Zhao Guangyi had been together for a long time, knowing that he was a person with a true temperament, and he was rarely willing to pretend to anything.

"Then what are you going to do in the future?" Yang Wushu suddenly felt extremely dazed, and suddenly felt that the benefactor in front of him had become extremely unfamiliar, he was afraid, he was really afraid that the person in front of him, who he thought was the last hope of the empire, suddenly changed his temperament, and while ascending to the throne of God, he became insatiable, became stubborn, became complacent, and became ruthless and unrighteous. However, the reality is definitely not as dark as he imagined, or in other words, Zhao Guangyi is not the kind of person who will be distorted by power.

In Zhao Guangyi's heart, there was a deep fear oppressing him, that was Silver Dust, he knew that if he suddenly became like the Spirit Emperor, then Silver Dust would definitely kill him without hesitation, and he was powerless to resist at all.

"What should I do? According to what Yinchen said, build high walls, accumulate grain, and especially slow down to become king. Do you know that just these few words made Shidou shoot the case all morning. ”

"Speaking of which, Your Majesty, I also feel that these words are worth applauding for a morning, especially for the current situation. ”

"So you kid don't give me a word outside, you have to keep it secret, today's Gusu City, I'm afraid that the northern country will not be able to defeat the 10 million army, why? is because we have secretly developed a lot of things, and the northern country can't bypass these things...... Secrecy is important, you know?"

"I understand the humble position, but" "In the future, you will still call me the prince! I myself feel that the title 'I' is weird, and I feel like that madman of Tian Wanzai." Zhao Guangyi interrupted Yang Wuyi's words, and also invisibly brought the relationship between the two a lot closer: "For me, the emperor is a profession and a duty, not something that should be used for pleasure. In today's situation, either the heroes rise together, or the northerners are coming to the city again, and there is no way to relax, let alone indulge, we are the last defenders of the Seventh Dynasty. ”

"If so, the prince ...... If you don't send troops, King Hezhen can really say that it is reasonable, and the emperor must be ...... "Yang Wushu can't go on when he talks about this." A huge, sticky black silence rolled over their heads, leaving behind a curtain-like suffocating sadness. After a long time, Zhao Guangyi said loudly: "You go back now, call all the people who can be called, and say that I am ordered to guard Gusu City...... Anyway, you should be able to convince some people. ”

"Then I'll quit first. Yang Wushu nodded and slowly withdrew, his steps heavier and more determined than when he came.

After figuring out the truth, he was more able to understand the heaviness in Zhao Guangyi's heart. An elder brother who has ruthlessly treated his younger brother all his life, but in the end, he expressed all his love for his younger brother at one time with a supreme holy decree, without reservation or pretentiousness, this brotherly love should be very heavy and precious for Zhao Guangyi as a younger brother, right?

And as an outsider and a courtier, Yang Wushu suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, his loyalty, and his feelings and beliefs finally coincided with his goals, and he was no longer as far away as before. He began to have a clear and achievable goal.

He quickened his pace, and almost half-rushed out of the Taishou mansion: "Everyone! There is a turning point! We need to return to the mountain gate, gather all the staff, and help defend Gusu City!"

In the Taishou Mansion, Zhao Guangyi sat back on the chair and let out a sigh like the rest of his life: "Finally, there is someone who can stay with Nie Wan...... Dili Moro or something, it doesn't matter, the key is this Nie!

【Wind Source Continent】【Showa 9th September Twenty-two】

The next day, the war continued.

After a day of fierce fighting, the soldiers of the forbidden army not only experienced the courage to face the enemy, but also wiped their confidence and glory with blood. When the enemy's war drums rumbled again, and the sound of huge wheels rolling like thunder again, blowing away the dark clouds above the city tower, the forbidden army of the golden armor camping on the spot at the head of the city had long since lost the panic and nervousness of yesterday, stood up calmly, sorted out the chain mail, checked the giant sword, and even someone had already taken a bow and arrow, and shot it under the city wall.

On the machine gun position, the person who should be seated was seated, boxes of cylindrical ammunition were carried up, placed in the back, the bed crossbow fired a few huge arrows, and was carried down, and the bulky ballista was pushed forward, and while used as a cover, it fired a bucket-thick log, hollowed out and filled with gunpowder in the middle, and the scene was like firing a primitive missile.

The flames burned under the tower, devouring several living people, and then being blown out by the wind of the Qi Transformation Realm. Accompanied by eight cloud chariots, another army of 10,000 people pressed towards the city wall.

The people in front of the cloud car are still slave soldiers, and the people behind the cloud car are very different from yesterday.

Behind the four large flags of red, yellow, blue and white, there are four other flags with red, yellow, blue and white edges. Underneath the banner are braided soldiers wearing brocade and chain armor mixed armor, the best in the world to use spears as weapons, although they no longer have a war horse to ride, because no matter how strong the war horse is, it can't break through the dark golden city wall, but they are still Jianzhou Iron Cavalry, more feared than the Black Feather Army.

Get on the pistol and ride off the pistol, and the Hufu cavalry shoots the warriors of the whole people.

"It's from Jianzhou, it's a bit of a trouble now...... a staff officer whispered beside Yinchen, who was still standing on the city wall as they had been yesterday, not on the tower.

Silver Dust glanced back at the castle tower and turned around again, and by this time the battle had already begun, because the northerners had sent out ballistas.

Hundreds of ballistas, lined up in a phalanx, fired wave after wave of dense arrows towards the city tower, and the forbidden soldiers near the battlement looked indifferent. This slender pole-like arrow cannot be too heavy in order to shoot from the back, so its power is limited, but it is similar to the bed crossbow when firing at peace, and it cannot penetrate the thick city wall, let alone the steel plate of the machine gun car mountain behind the arrow hole, so these forbidden soldiers can indifferently lean on the enemy to shoot at themselves, and those soldiers who are a little farther away have already been shot through the chest.

The casualties came to an abrupt end as the number of ballistas of the Forbidden Army was greater than that of the North, and there was a stock of "logs" accumulated over the past sixty years, except for the shortage of ordinary bows and arrows, and the slender and heavy arrows used for bed crossbows were the most scarce.

This is the inventory left after the suppression of rebellions in the south for sixty years, the ballista will basically not be dispatched in the civil war, and the bed crossbow is almost every battle, although the bow and arrow are used a lot, but also made quickly, so there is an embarrassing situation that there is no bed crossbow to use heavy arrows in the battle, but Yinchen doesn't care too much, because he didn't expect this outdated weapon in the first place.

"Jianzhou slave?" Yin Chen looked at the colorful banner below, and his voice was full of hellish coldness: "I heard that they will be slaughtered in every city?"

"Keep your head without hair, keep your hair without your head, and ask anyone who has a little bit of literature and ink and knows a little loyalty, is he willing to shave his head and braid, and comb his money rat tail?" The staff officer's tone was full of unforgettable hatred.

"Well, let's shoot down there. When Yinchen said this, his voice became even colder.

Just when the cloud car was still about 300 zhang away from the city wall, there was a sudden roar on the tower north of Pershing City.

The roar was like the roar of a tiger when it went berserk, and a thick pillar of fire erupted from the windows of the castle tower, and the sound waves generated by the muzzle itself alone could knock down a few pieces of the dark golden glazed tiles. And the grenade fired from the slender and amazing muzzle flew over the high parabola, directly over the slave soldiers, the cloud car, and the yellow flag flew into the queue with the yellow flag.

There was no fireball in the explosion, only an ugly black cloud was produced, as well as countless steel balls and steel fragments, and in an instant, a round, about 100 square meters of open space suddenly spread out in a dense phalanx, and hundreds of people were torn apart at this moment.

The shell wasn't a mass of iron fired like a redcoat cannon, but a tail-stabilized grenade.

The 155 mm caliber smoothbore howitzer, which is the most outstanding work of war that Silver Dust can obtain under the premise that it is no longer suitable for any advanced machinery, rifling is still too fine for people of this era.

Even with the financial resources and power of the True King, in less than half a year, only ten howitzers could be built, and all of them were placed on the frontal battlefield by Silver Dust. The slender and astonishing barrels spewed tongues of fire, and black grenades spraying a little tail flame bombarded the area behind the four main banners at an unimaginably high frequency, which was the area where the real main force of Jianzhou Nu'er was located except for the vanguard.