In the blink of an eye, it has been half a month, and the king of Wu has gone from Zhu Tisi to Zhongdu Division, and even the three prefectures of Shizhou, Luzhou, and Xiangfan, and more than 200,000 troops have marched northward, and finally encountered interception in the hundreds of miles west of Anyang Mansion.

This time it was not the local garrison, but the 300,000 defenders drawn from the entire dynasty, except for some strategic points in the north and northwest, the imperial court sent all the troops that could be used.

Wang Zhaoqi listened to Liu Baoqing's suggestion, and personally led the troops to come, wearing a gilt and silver dragon pattern armor to show his wealth, but it is a pity that his body is thin, even if the armor is made of the body, it still looks a little childish, even worse than some women from military families.

As if agreed, the uncle and nephew drove their horses to the middle of the two armies at the same time, and stopped when they were five paces apart.

The two stood together, and the contrast became more and more obvious.

Wang Zhaoqi rode a sweat and blood treasure horse, compared to Wang Siheng's crotch under the little-known black horse, sweat and blood horse bloodline is better, but there is less of the wildness of the battlefield rush, at a glance is perennial with fine grass feeding, pampered.

Hunting in the royal pastures on weekdays is acceptable, but once there are tens of millions of people on the battlefield, the momentum is obviously not enough.

The sweaty horse was restless and gouged his hooves, not daring to look at the black horse, Wang Zhaoqi frowned slightly, pulled the reins, and looked at King Wu and said:

"Uncle Huang really wants to take the throne of his nephew?"

"It's not that I want to take it, but you're not fit to be an emperor at all."

"Heh, when did Uncle Huang learn these high-sounding words?"

Wang Zhaoqi did not hide his sarcasm, but Wang Siheng did not take it to heart, and said with a face as usual:

"The dynasty has been controlled by the queen mother for ten years, and women are in power, and it is inevitable that women are benevolent, not that I look down on her, if she is not patient, she will not be able to get the favor of the emperor's three nobles, nine concubines and twelve concubines.

But the queen mother's ability is just a trick for a little woman to please a man after all, even if she gets rid of the big birdcage of the harem, she is still a canary, and she can't turn into a real dragon when she flies into the clouds.

She wanted to learn from the female emperor Wanyue, but she didn't have that kind of mind, and in the end she only learned to raise a face, which made the harem miserable.

After His Majesty seized power, the minister was really surprised for a while, thinking that His Majesty would be a Ming monarch, and he didn't want to be the same as the Queen Mother, who was more ruthless than enough to measure, and just gained power, he couldn't bear to attack the benefactor, and forbearance and retreat everywhere for the bullying of the northern Yelu clan, and lost the face of the ancestors and ancestors of my royal family. ”

Wang Siheng said a lot in one breath, and finally showed a sarcastic smile, Wang Zhaoqi was poked in the sore spot, and said angrily:

"Uncle Huang insists on going his own way, so he is not afraid of affecting others?"

"I can give up Liu Muqing, let alone others?"

King Wu's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a cruel smile, it was not that he couldn't save Liu Muqing, but he couldn't save it.

The wolf guard has limited manpower, and rescuing Liu Muqing is already the limit, and the rest of the generals' families can only be implicated to death.

If Liu Muqing lives alone, it will make the generals feel cold, and only by following him to die will they share the same hatred and overthrow Wang Zhaoqi's rule.

Throughout the ages, strategists have entered the game with their bodies, and nothing can be done, and King Wu's plan has included himself in it, and in this regard, Guan Changsheng is especially inferior.

Wang Zhaoqi looked at his uncle in a daze, a prince who was so cruel to himself, how could he fight, the killer weapon he was proud of was not worth mentioning in front of the other party.

After a long time, the young genius suddenly smiled and said:

"Uncle Huang is so calculating, in this battle, my nephew is going to lose, but even if he dies, I have to leave a big gift for my uncle!"

When the young man finished speaking, he laughed and left.

……

The two armies opened up a fight, and the old, weak, women and children were the first to be pushed to the center of the battlefield, adding up to nearly 100, and they were undoubtedly the family members of the generals.

Although they had already prepared in their hearts, many people were still red-eyed when they saw this scene, and some generals whose parents were still alive immediately turned over and dismounted and knelt down in front of the battle, and kowtowed to their fathers and mothers in the distance.

"I will give you another chance, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and do not blame the past, otherwise your family will be punished as a rebellion."

The steel knife and spear were against the backs of the hundred and ten people, and some generals couldn't help but struggle.

At this moment, a loud voice came from behind:

"If there is no prince, there will be no Ji family today, Zong'er and Li Niang, remember what I told you?"

A mother and son in the crowd raised their heads and saw Ji Hong sitting on horseback in the distance, their eyes immediately became firm, and after looking at each other, they resolutely crashed backwards.

"Poof" made two muffled sounds, blood gushed out, and Ji Hong's wife and children died in front of the battle in front of everyone's eyes.

Everyone present was moved, and even King Wu, who had expected today, twitched out of the corner of his eye, and a nameless murderous aura burst out of his body.

He has the grace of rebuilding the Ji family, if it weren't for his help, Ji Hong would have become a frozen corpse under the Winter Bridge, and it would be impossible to achieve today's achievements.

But even so, the lives of the mother and son are still too heavy, so heavy that no high-ranking official can repay them.

The death of the mother and son of the Ji family seemed to be a signal, and the generals either bowed forward, got up and mounted their horses with red eyes, or took out their bows and arrows, and controlled the strings to aim at the family members in the crowd.

When Wang Zhaoqi saw this scene, he knew that the situation had been decided, and he gave an expression of "no mercy" with an expressionless face.

In an instant, blood splashed, the two armies faced each other, and it was civilians who died first.

……

The drums of war were thundering, and an army of 500,000 fought on the vast plains.

The battle order was issued quickly, and Wang Yijing's soldiers and horses expanded from 30,000 to 100,000, even so, he still showed that he was at ease.

The battle lasted three days and three nights, and blood stained the Sijiang River, which ran through the entire Zhongzhou, red.

In the rear camp, Wang Yijing's face was tired, his eyes were bloodshot, the situation in the sand table in front of him changed again and again, and the herald soldiers had died of exhaustion.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the human life is just a cold number in the end, and under the sleepless arrangement of more than a dozen generals and military divisions in the large battalion, finally at dawn on the fourth day, the Wuwang side won a crushing victory.

"Sijiang Heng is in the hinterland, get up early in the king's house, and arrive in the evening to Taihang", this is the origin of Wang Siheng's name.

The Battle of Sijiang seems to be his destiny and destined to be written into the history books.

This was the largest battle in the history of the dynasty, pouring the strength of a country, consuming the treasury of the dynasty for more than ten years, during which more than half of the dead and wounded, the corpses piled up like a mountain, and the blood seeped into the soil for several feet.

The cost of this battle was once higher than the cost of dealing with the surrounding countries for decades, but the royal struggle for power has always been unreasonable, and the white bones are piled up on the throne, and the relatives who others regard as treasures are nothing more than tools like ants in the eyes of those in power.

Wang Yijing was born as the prince and grandson, and he was also shaken when he saw Chengshan's corpse, is it really worth it for him to pull so many people into the water for revenge?

The sentimentality did not last long, and when he saw Wang Zhaoqi who was tied up by Wuhuada, his expression immediately became hideous.

"With so many people dead, it's time to kill an emperor to help the fun."

Wang Yijing drew the sword at his waist and walked step by step towards the young man who had been reduced from the Son of Heaven to a prisoner.

…… (End of chapter)