The world's strife and war are far from one place.

Dingzhou.

"It's a pity that such a city has not met the master, so far." Li Xingyun stood on top of a sweaty and bloody horse, wearing a red and gold dragon robe, his clothes fluttered slightly with a gust of wind, at this moment, the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty looked at the Dingzhou City in front of him and sighed.

Looking at the city wall of Dingzhou from afar, you can see the tempering of the years, the baptism of wind and rain, and the meaning of vicissitudes of life.

Different from Taiyuan, Luoyang and other fortified cities, the city wall of Dingzhou City has been in disrepair for a long time.

Although there are traces of damage, there is a bit of majestic majesty in it, it is like a Great Wall that has gone through the vicissitudes of the sea, towering majestically between heaven and earth.

The glory that once stood is now mottled and vicissitudes by the years, under the illumination of the sun, its stones seem to tell the ancient legends, each stone carries the past years, witnessing the changes of history.

Zhang Zifan was dressed in a white robe, holding an iron fan, and also riding a high-headed war horse, standing beside Li Xingyun, looking at the city in the distance, his handsome face was full of solemnity.

"Brother Zhang, you say, how did he choose?" Li Xingyun looked at the several big flags fluttering on the city wall, and the ones that were already a little damaged, and it took some effort to see that they were the two words "Dingzhou".

"Naturally, it is a rebellion and a surrender with Lilly." When Zhang Zifan heard this, the solemnity on his face was a little less, and he smiled and responded to Li Xingyundao.

The "he" in Li Xingyun's mouth naturally refers to Wang Chuzhi.

And Zhang Zifan said that Wang Chuzhi would surrender, which is not without basis.

Wang Chuzhi's experience in this life is very similar to a certain country in the later life, but in this life, because of some changes, this country may not appear and will disappear forever.

Wang Chuzhi, who has been in the sixth year of Qianfu: It's so happy to be the dog of Datang and his cousin!

Wang Chuzhi in the second year of Qianning: It's so happy to be the dog of the eldest nephew!

Wang Chuzhi, who has been in Guanghua for three years: I don't want to be my nephew's dog anymore, I want to rebel, and then directly drive my cousin's son out of his seat, and then ...... Lick used it.

Who is that person? Carrying his Jiufeng Chaoyang Dingtang Knife, he slashed from the beginning of the Huangchao Uprising to the end of the Huangchao Uprising, and that one eye didn't blink a few times, and his eyes were not dry.

From Zhu Wen to Li Maozhen, when it comes to their little friends, there are few who have not let the Crow Army clean up.

Thereupon......

Wang Chuzhi: How happy to be the dog of the King of Jin!

However, Wang Chuzhi became the dog of King Jin, and one person was unhappy.

That's Zhu Wen.

Can't clean up Li Keyong and can't clean you up?

Zhu Wen personally led the army to the city of Dingzhou......

Wang Chuzhi: It's so happy to be King Liang's dog.

In this life, Li Keyong withdrew from the stage of the world with dignity under Yuan Tiangang's arrangement, Wang Chuzhi was ready to be a dog again, this time, he chose Li Cunmiao, who was killed by Li Xingyun's design.

Wang Chuzhi: It's so happy to be the dog of the prince of the Jin Dynasty.

Between Liang and Jin, the butcher's knife that Zhu Wen and Li Ke used to wave at him in the past was finally about to fall in Li Xingyun's hands on this day.

"To live or to die, that's a good question indeed." Li Xingyun calmly opened his mouth and narrated, just narrating this matter.

Looking up at the sky, there are no clouds.

"Well, today is a good day."

Behind Li Xingyun and Zhang Zifan.

Occasionally, war horses neighed, iron hooves stepped on the ground, battle flags fluttered, hunting sounded, and the black armor of the black crow army flashed with cold light, like open golden scales in the sun, shining.

Black clouds shrouded the city, crushing the city to almost destroy, making people feel an irresistible shock and fear.

The important thing is not that the Tang soldiers are well equipped, but that they ...... Many.

There are 10,000 people, boundless, and the continuous military array seems to be endless, as dense and complex as an anthill, which is dizzying and fascinating. The infantry lined up in a phalanx, shields were connected, and the cannons made of welded guns were neatly arranged in the military formation, like an impregnable iron wall, blocking the enemy's hope in the distance, and making people feel an irresistible sense of oppression in their hearts.

The soldiers in the city were about to be frightened, and they recognized that the cavalry in the army was the "Black Crow Army", and although they had never seen those strange metal products, they were also full of oppression.

Wang Chuzhi was on the city wall, dressed as an ordinary soldier, lying on the edge of the city wall and quietly looking at the military array outside the city.

Beside him, a man dressed in a Taoist robe and with an honest face followed him.

"Yes, whether we are fighting or surrendering, you can get an idea." Wang Chuzhi quietly hid behind the city wall and observed the military formation in front of him, and waved his hand to the person behind him, signaling him to have an idea.

Li Yingzhi is a Taoist priest, and he doesn't have any real skills, he purely relies on some sideways means to deceive him, and Wang Chuzhi still likes witchcraft, and the combination of these two can be regarded as Wang Ba's mung beans and sees the right eye.

And Wang Chuzhi is not an ordinary favor for this Li Yingzhi, after Li Yingzhi was captured and killed by his own armor soldiers in history, Wang Zhizhi secretly wrote down the name of the armor soldiers who killed Li Yingzhi, and killed all these armor soldiers by various means in the following time.

Historically, he fell at the hands of Li Yingzhi's adopted son.

"Your Majesty, let the ministers do the math." Looking at the military array outside the city, the cold sweat on Li Yingzhi's head began to flow down slightly, he used the method of divination, but he actually wanted to delay some time, so as to think of a way to prevaricate the king and pass the current level at the same time.

Li Yingzhi is not afraid, Li Xingyun outside the city is rumored to have killed Zhu Wen, Zhu Youqi, Li Keyong, Li Cunqing, these ruthless characters, even Li Maozhen has surrendered, if they resist stubbornly, they are afraid that they will not escape death after the city is broken.

Run? How to run?

The bad guys have a good reputation, can they escape the soldiers of the Son of Heaven, and can they escape the dark arrows of the bad guys?

Outside the city, in front of the army.

"Brother Zhang, go and ...... I, urge this king of Beiping. Li Xingyun turned his head sideways to look at Zhang Zifan beside him, and said with a smile.

When Zhang Zifan heard this, he didn't say much, and went to Dingzhou City.

He has written all the letters of surrender.

After training for half a year, there is a firearms army behind him, which is the world's first-class cavalry and welders, and at the same time, Zhang Zifan, who knows the strength of the soldiers under the command of the princes of the northern land by relying on the intelligence of the Tongwen Hall and bad people in the early years, is also a little floating.

I can't help but let him not float, first, Zhang Zifan in this life has not encountered any major setbacks with Li Xingyun, and second, compared with other princes in the world, the current Tang Dynasty has a gap-like gap in national strength.

Even if the king rebelled now, it would be easy to pacify him.

(End of chapter)