Chen Ping is not very old, but he has been a soldier for many years, and he never thought that one day he would be able to become a god who will be punished by thunder... Incarnation.

Under the calm gaze of the scholar in the green shirt, and under the common gaze of thousands of comrades behind him, Chen Ping took the slightly heavy iron ball, used all his strength to eat, and threw it far away towards the closed city gate.

The guards at the city gate watched the movements of these rebels curiously and nervously - the guards of King Yan, who were originally attacking the city, were far away from the city gate, and the new thousand or so people did not want to attack the city, they stood far away, throwing something towards the city gate together.

It's ridiculous... According to the experience of previous wars, at this time, the palace guards should fill in with human lives, try to climb the city wall with ladders, try to break through the gate with wooden beatings, and these guards will use bows and crossbows and other city defense tools to harvest human lives on the city gate tower and city wall - until the bow and arrow, fire oil and even gold juice are consumed, or something happens in the city, the city gate will be opened.

But it was strange that the torches on the city walls did not illuminate the small open space in front of the city gate, and the soldiers could not see what was being thrown at them, except for a little spark in a wonderful arc in the air, and then a succession of sparks began to fly towards the gate.

Some of the defeated troops who were driven from Yongding Gate went up to the city wall and saw this familiar scene, and the mournful voice pierced the night sky:

"Spread out!"

"Get down the city wall and hold on to it!"

"What the—"

"Shoot, shoot!"

The deafening explosion suddenly appeared, the darkness bloomed brightly, and a vibration that could make people's hearts beat to a beat spread from the city gate, and the tall walls of Beiping City seemed to tremble a few times, and several figures screamed and fell from above.

Everyone's faces changed, this kind of natural disaster-like power, when it appeared in this era, was so shocking and terrifying.

Chen Ping looked down at his slightly trembling hands, and couldn't figure out why throwing out an iron ball could cause such a scene.

The legendary heavenly punishment is nothing more than that?

The power of the explosion is greater than hitting the city gate more than a dozen times, in the flying wood chips, the city gate has been slightly deformed, and the horizontal wood behind it is almost broken, Gu Huai looked at Zhang Yu, who was wearing full armor on the big horse behind, only to see him waving his hand slightly, and the soldiers began to charge.

There are no surprises already... The strongest gates had lost much of their use, and the soldiers on the walls had lost the courage to resist in the face of too many weapons that were ahead of their time.

The most terrifying thing is not the kind of thing that can explode, but the changes that have occurred in the city represented by the palace guards who appear here, but whether the Yan Wangye, who has this weapon, is really destined to ascend to the throne...

Gu Huai let out a long sigh, knowing that Zuo'anmen had already been defeated.

He looked back at Wei Laosan and Chen Ping: "Next one." ”

……

"Yongding Gate, Zuo'an Gate, Right Anmen, Guang'an Gate, four of the seven city gates have been laid, Lord Wang, Beiping... The die is cast. ”

In the main hall of the Yan Palace, Dao Yan's face had an unnatural flush, and he held the military newspaper that had just been sent to the palace, and his tone was high.

Princess Yan's hanging heart finally let go, but Zhu Di's words made her worry again:

"It's not enough, there are street battles everywhere in Beiping City, and if it doesn't subside sooner, the army of the imperial court will arrive."

Zhu Di looked at the surging fires all over the city, and didn't know what he was thinking: "You can't die too much... Zhang Xin's prestige was not enough, and it would take some time for the soldiers in the Beiping camp outside the city to be gathered, and the soldiers in the city had to stay and defend the city, and the order was passed on, as long as they surrendered, they would not be killed. ”

The military commander took the order, and Zhu Di turned to look at Dao Yan: "Did the right guard send any news?" ”

There are three guards in the palace, the left and middle guards are camped outside the city, and the right guards are stationed in the north of the city dozens of miles away.

The reason why this arrangement is made is because Zhu Di is really relieved that there is no one left...

Kaiping Governor Song Zhong.

To go from Beiping to Xuanfu Town, Kaiping is the only way to pass, the previous Kaiping garrison was led by King Yan, but since the imperial court appointed Song Zhong as the governor to garrison Kaiping last year, the road between Beiping and Xuanfu is broken.

Who let the soldiers of Xuanfu be taken to war by Zhu Di before? The vassal kings and border troops, just thinking about it made the court feel a chill in their backs.

If something happened in Beiping, Song Zhong couldn't ignore it, before Zhu Di made any moves, Song Zhong was going to lead his troops south and stationed for fifty miles, making it clear that he wanted to keep an eye on Zhu Di's every move, and now Zhu Di wants to raise troops to take Beiping City, the first thing to consider is Song Zhong's reaction.

Is it to lead the troops south desperately, or to wait and see?

Dao Yan understood what Zhu Di meant, shook his head and said, "No, Lord Wang... Don't be in a hurry. ”

It's only the middle of the night when the troops are raised, where can there be a response so quickly? Song Zhong is afraid that it will take a few more hours to receive the news, and what the situation will be will be, we will see tomorrow.

"There are 30,000 garrisons in Kaiping, all of them are border troops, how can I not be in a hurry?" Zhu Di shook his head slowly, "The garrison soldiers are not as good as the guards, and the guards are not as good as the border troops... Even if you add the soldiers of the large battalion outside the city, I am only in my early 30,000s, if Song Zhong is desperate to take Beiping and force him south..."

Fighting and playing chess are sometimes the same truth, one step has to look at three steps, Zhu Di is confident that he will not lose to anyone on the chessboard in the land of Youyan... It's just that Zhu Di can use too few chess pieces, so few that he is overstretched.

Now that Beiping can be laid, I don't know how long it will take to completely settle down, let alone whether it can block wave after wave of counterattacks from the imperial court...

As a strategist, it is time to stand up at this time, Dao Yan habitually clasped his hands together, and after a while, he realized that he had enough blood on his hands tonight, and he couldn't help laughing at himself.

He looked at Zhu Di: "Lao Wei has a way to make that Song Zhong dare not go south!" ”

……

Song Zhong is an unlucky name, and he has become the object of ridicule of his courtiers and colleagues in the past, as a high-ranking military official, in fact, his military talent is also very average, which can be seen from the layout of the imperial court, Zhu Yunwen's hope for him, probably is to look closely at the border army on the side of Xuanfu.

Compared with the responsibilities of Zhang Xin and Xie Gui, he is actually not an important figure in the matter of cutting the domain, but the world is so wonderful... Zhang Xin, who was responsible for holding King Yan to death, rebelled, Xie Gui ascended to heaven, and Song Zhong, who seemed to have been forgotten in the past, has become the only hope of the imperial court at this moment, which is really ironic.

Song Zhong is in his fifties this year, his face is a little bitter and hateful, the rooster has not yet crowed, the sky is not yet bright, and it should be the best time to sleep at this moment, but Song Zhong is already sitting in the military tent with his armor on, and the military report in his hand is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Something happened in Peking... Zhang Xin rebelled, Zhang Yu Xie Gui died... 20,000 imperial army stood still, and the two guards of King Yan captured Beiping... Everything only happened for a few hours, but the world that Daming had stabilized for more than 30 years was gone forever.

What to do?

Song Zhong, who was pushed to the cusp, looked at the generals standing on both sides of the Chinese army's tent, and saw that their faces were as obscure as himself, and a general finally couldn't stand this depression and stood up:

"The Governor... Do you want to contact the Xuanfu garrison? ”

"I'm afraid it's too late..."

"Xuanfu? That's the soldier brought up by King Yan! Aren't you afraid that there will be generals who want to rebel with King Yan to lead their troops south? ”

"So what to do... Can we take Beiping City? The art of war is cloudy, 'ten rules of siege', we are equal in numbers, and we have to fight siege warfare..."

"Are all the court generals in Beiping pigs?!"

"Enough!" Song Zhong drank coldly and stopped the surging discussion, "Pass on my military order, and the whole army will go south!" ”

After all, he is a general of the imperial court... If you really stay like this in Kaiping, what face will you have to see the Son of Heaven in the future?

He stood up suddenly, and the sound of armor colliding was murderous: "I will fight a decisive battle with Yan Rebellion, and I will be strangled when the army is raised!" Those who dare to say no more..."

His eyes were extremely cold, and his tone was extremely cold:

"Immediately slash in front of the battle!"