Zhang Anshi was already discouraged, but now when he heard the sound of the horn in the chaos, he suddenly became overjoyed.

It must be Zhang Pengzu and Liu Ai who have led reinforcements!

"Formation! Meet the enemy! Reinforcements have arrived! Zhang Anshi shouted again.

"Formation! Meet the enemy! Reinforcements have arrived! Yang Yun and the children of the family around him also came to their senses and hurriedly shouted in ecstasy.

At this time, there were still two or three thousand house slaves gathered around Zhang Anshi, and they were jumping around like headless flies.

In just a quarter of an hour, I have been hit several times in a row, and it is difficult to think about it.

However, under the desperate shouts of Zhang Anshi and others, the house slaves in the desperate situation finally stabilized their positions and blocked the converging city patrol pavilion guards.

The two sides reached a stalemate at the junction of Huayang Street and Beique Square.

Huayang Street is very spacious, full of ten zhang wide, but it is still too narrow for 10,000 people.

The forces of both sides could not be deployed, so they could only line up in the densest formation, desperately poking each other with long weapons.

The battle seemed to be less intense than just now, but the smell of blood did not diminish at all, and the screams were incessant.

In this space where there is no way to retreat, the more disciplined city patrol guards have a greater advantage.

They soon formed a neat line, raised their halberds, shouted orders, and marched step by step.

Every time the long halberd of that Rulin poked forward, it would kill dozens of house slaves.

In this way, although the two sides formed a stalemate, the advantage continued to tilt towards the side of the patrol pavilion.

Zhang Anshi, who was surrounded by domestic slaves, kept looking back, hoping that the cavalry behind him would arrive at the battlefield quickly and come back by himself.

In the incessant screams, Zhang Anshi waited for half an hour, and this half quarter of an hour was as long as several hours......

Finally, his gaze crossed the countless panicked faces and saw the banner of the Western Regions Protectorate!

Of course, the one who rushed to the front was Liu Aiji, and behind him were three thousand elite cavalry - majestic mountains and rivers, with the power to turn the tide!

Zhang Anshi, whose face was full of smoke and dust, finally smiled, he thought that reinforcements had arrived!

In the excitement, he raised his right hand and waved it constantly, trying to attract Liu's attention.

But......

Zhang Anshi's smile gradually froze, and it cooled down as quickly as an iron ingot out of the oven.

He found that the speed of those cavalry did not slow down, but became faster and more murderous.

The most important thing is that they have flattened the horses in their hands and made a charging gesture.

Wait, why isn't his son Zhang Pengzu in the formation!?

Finished! Liu's illness has been reversed!

It's not against the Son of Heaven, it's against the family!

Zhang Anshi's head exploded with a "bang", and he suddenly felt that the world was spinning and he couldn't sit firmly.

"Array! Array! ”

This time, no matter how loud Zhang Anshi shouted, no one listened to his orders anymore.

Or, even if someone hears his orders, there is no way to react.

Thousands of cavalry lined up in a tight formation, and in the blink of an eye they rushed in from behind the house slaves.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of domestic slaves died.

They were either overrun by the galloping cavalry and trampled into flesh; or be pierced by Ma Shuo, and die without blinking an eye.

The already precarious formation of the house slaves was completely disorganized, and everyone cried and screamed for their own survival, and fled into the forks in the road on all sides.

Yang Yun was quick-eyed, and he and more than a dozen children of the family escorted Zhang Anshi out of the chaotic army, and found an opportunity to withdraw in the direction of Mingguang Palace and Changle Palace.

There are also a thousand people they sent out before, gathered, and maybe they can rush out of Chang'an City.

As for where to go after that, it's up to heaven to decide.

The killing sound on Huayang Street first got higher and higher, and then it got lower and lower.

Rivers of blood flowed and corpses were everywhere......

It was not only the house slaves who fell in the pool of blood, but also hundreds of children of the family.

……

On the Danqi in the north of Weiyang Palace, it was very quiet, and two teams of Changyi Lang escorted Liu He to stand here.

Since the beginning of Chenshi, he has been standing here, quietly watching the grand drama of Chang'an slowly open.

At this time, the beacon smoke was burning everywhere, the sound of killing was far and near, and the enemy and us were fighting each other......

Liu He stood on this high place and saw the situation of most of Chang'an City clearly.

In particular, the changes in Beique Square are even more visible.

The house slave rebels who had retreated from Beique Square were completely melted like icebergs in the sun.

It won't be long before they all evaporate into vapour and disappear without a trace.

Only that small group of men and horses fled to Chang'andong, and it seemed that there was still a way to survive there.

But how can there be a way for them to survive? All the gates have long been locked.

The pursuers behind them followed, not giving them the slightest chance to escape.

The chaos in Chang'an City can be calmed down without need.

Dai Zong, the commander of the embroidered clothes, ran to the Danqi and bowed down behind Liu He.

"Your Majesty......"

"Speak."

"The Western Regions Protector Liu Ying has led his troops into the city, and they caught up with Zhang Pengzu's department fifty miles outside the city, and the department has surrendered, and Zhang Pengzu has given him the head!"

"What else?" Liu He asked without looking back, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad in his voice.

"Great Sima Wei Xuancheng has taken control of the Sanfu City Patrol Pavilion, and Bingxian, Zhang Yanshou, Zhang Qianqiu, Wei Xian and others have all been conferred the head."

"Where's Zhijin Wu Jiankou?"

"Zhijinwu Jiankou has retaken over the Zhijinwu Patrol Pavilion, and has sent troops in advance to block the gates of Chang'an City."

"Is there any news of Zhe'er?"

"The emperor's eldest son, Zhesi, entered the city when he was discovered, and was found by Wei Zhuang, Wei Ba and others who were ambushed at the north city gate, and almost ......" Dai Zong wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I almost encountered an accident, but thanks to Xu Guanghan's desperate protection, he repelled the rebel thief and was able to escape."

"Now, the prince has withdrawn to the Mingguang Palace, and together with An Le, he commands the guards to protect the queen."

"It's just ......," Dai Zong said here, and stopped.

"There's no need to hide it, keep talking." Liu He asked.

"It's just that Xu Yuanjun was not spared and died in the chaos...... Dai Zong replied.

Xu Guanghan died, he was the official of Liu Ji, the king of mourning in Changyi, and the courtier of Liu He, the son of heaven, and now he died to save Liu Zhe, and he was a loyal minister.

Liu He was in a heavy mood, remembering the night he spent in Xu Guanghan's house when he left the palace without permission more than ten years ago - the most relaxed and comfortable night.

He didn't expect that Xu Guanghan, a person who was a little afraid of the remnants of the sentence, could burst out with such combat power in a critical situation.

Or, Xu Guanghan is using this way to confess his family's loyalty to the Son of Heaven.

Liu He's last suspicion about Liu's illness has disappeared.

When Liu He looked at the banner of Liu Ai's department on Beique Square and was a little stunned, Dai Zong behind him suddenly shouted.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! Fire! It's on fire! Changle Palace is on fire! ”

Liu He woke up in shock and turned his head to look at the Changle Palace in the east.

The billowing smoke rose into the sky, leaving an ugly scar in the gloomy sky.

Could it be that the rebels lit this fire?

"Quick! Pass the order! Liu Ai has been the governor of the army! Let him immediately lead his troops in the direction of Changle Palace! Fire! Thief! ”

"Yui!"

"Let Xue Timid prepare the car! I'm going to meet Zhang Ge Lao for a while! ”

"Yui!"

When Liu He left the palace, Zhang Anshi and Yang Yun retreated to the vicinity of the Three Temples Square, surrounded by a small number of rebels.

Here they joined the thousand house slaves they had sent before.

Leading these thousand slaves were Wei Xian's three oldest grandsons, Wei Yu, Wei Fang and Wei Huan.

These thousand house slaves are also mainly the house slaves of the Zhang family and the Wei family, and they are usually the most fed, so they have the strongest combat power.

Although the number of people looks like a lot, they are already like frightened birds.

"Zhang Fujun, Changle Palace and Mingguang Palace have already had ambushes, and we are fighting desperately, with no results, and we have high hopes!" Wei Yu took his two younger brothers off the horse and asked.

"The fire ...... of Changle Palace," Zhang Anshi asked, looking at the smoke not far away.

"A few good sons rushed in and set a fire to the chaos, wanting to find the Queen Mother while they were in chaos, but they were still discovered by the guards in the palace."

"Okay, okay, you've done your best, get up." Zhang Anshi waved his hand and said weakly.

"Yui!" The three Wei brothers stood up, but they did not have any panic or panic, and they were indeed children of the family.

"Gather the soldiers and prepare to go to the city gate, I will wait until I get ready to go out of the city, and when I arrive in Henan County, I will raise the army again."

"Yui!" The three brothers saluted with their hands crossed, and immediately received orders to pack up the remnants of the army.

Although Zhang Anshi, who escaped death, was not injured, he was hit and frightened, and his spirit was already unbearable.

Especially when he saw that Liu Ying had led the cavalry of the Western Regions to suddenly defect in front of the battle, Zhang Anshi clearly knew that he was defeated.

Now, whether or not you can take Mingguang Palace or Changle Palace will not have any impact on the overall situation.

Zhang Anshi has another understanding of the meticulousness and ruthlessness of the Son of Heaven.

Even if the Webster brothers really kidnapped the Queen Mother and the Empress, the Son of Heaven would not give in.

In the chaotic army, whether it is the queen or the queen mother, they are very vulnerable, and it is a normal thing to be shot by stray arrows.

The situation in Chang'an City has completely collapsed, and there is no room for recovery, and there is no point in staying.

The shouts of slaughter in the west were still far away, but they were also getting closer and closer, and from time to time the rout of the house slaves retreated.

Zhang Anshi rode on his horse and looked around, watching Yang Yun and the Wei brothers lead people to suppress the remnants of the soldiers, and he was dazed and annoyed.

He couldn't understand why he had been planning for so long, and finally fell into the trap dug by the Son of Heaven?

The Son of Heaven has done so many perverse things, is the people's heart still on his side?

Those who win the hearts of the people win the world, and they have the support of half of the world's families, why is it still falling short?

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Anshi remembered the two people again: Wei Xuancheng and Liu Aiji.

Today's defeat has a lot to do with the two of them.

Thinking of this, Zhang Anshi couldn't figure it out.

The former himself is a child of a big family, why would he help the Son of Heaven to go against the grain; The latter gained the possibility of getting involved in the throne, why was he still loyal to the Son of Heaven?

If they were incompetent, Zhang Anshi would not be entangled.

But these two people are both leaders and talents among their peers, and it is really difficult for Zhang Anshi to make such a stupid choice.

After a long time, Zhang Anshi finally figured out a possibility.

Is it really like what the Son of Heaven usually says, those poor people who come from humble backgrounds and can be bought with only a small favor represent the real people's hearts?

Isn't everything you do like a joke?

Those craftsmen who are not very literate, those farmers who can only farm, those small traders and peddlers who give up their roots, and those poor Confucian students who come from humble backgrounds......

How can they be compared to a family with a deep background and family roots?

Thinking of this, Zhang Anshi's chest ached faintly, and more than ten years have passed, and he still can't accept this statement.

Because once he accepts this statement, it means that he accepts that the family does not have any merits?

Then, he thought of his three sons, and of the old and young relatives who remained in the general's mansion.

I don't know how they are now.

His three sons are shouldering the heavy responsibility of "leading the troops" today, but there have been accidents everywhere they preside, and they should have been captured.

As for the 100 or so people who remained in the house, I am afraid that there are not many days to live.

Even if he can escape from Chang'an City now, even if he can successfully reach the counties of Kanto and organize a rebel army, what is the use?

There is not a single descendant of the Liu family in his hands, and all the heirs of the Son of Heaven are staying well in Weiyang Palace.

At that time, even if the banner is raised, he will be completely reduced to a "self-entertaining" clown.

There is no righteousness, no reputation, no support...... It will only be a failure.

Thinking of these things, Zhang Anshi's heart was extremely heavy, and his hand holding the horsewhip couldn't be raised.

The shouts of killing from the west were getting closer and closer, pulling Zhang Anshi back from his chaotic thoughts.

Yang Yun anxiously came to Zhang Anshi's side, and hurriedly said: "Zhang Fujun, the people are gathered up, I'll leave first." ”

"Good, good!"

Yang Yun gave an order, and the more than 1,000 remnants of the soldiers began to rush along the city street towards the city gate.

If it goes well, after going out of the city gate and catching up with it for a few days, you will be able to pass through Hangu Pass, and you may be able to do something at that time.

But how can it go well?

When Zhang Anshi led his troops to the city gate, he found that the city gate had already been tightly closed, and the city wall was full of city patrol guards.

As soon as the house slaves approached, a dense cluster of arrows shot at them, knocking hundreds of people to the ground in an instant.

These rabble can't even break through the palace wall, how can they break through the city wall, and after shouting for a while, they will be in chaos and retreat towards the way they came.

Yang Yun and the others still wanted to restrain the men and horses under their command, but they couldn't restrain them anymore.

In just half an hour, the house slaves were scattered by six or seven hundred.

The escaped slaves thought they would have a way to live, but they could only survive for a few more hours.

"Remove the High Temple! Remove the High Temple! The guards who patrolled the city did not dare to be presumptuous in the high temple," Yang Yun shouted, directing the house slaves who were still loyal to the lord to retreat to the Three Temples Square.

These young people are still struggling to find a way to survive, but Zhang Anshi has given up and has long had no idea of escaping from the city.

went to the high temple to fight, just to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

At noon on the hour, Zhang Anshi and four or five hundred remnants of the army retreated into the high temple, ready to make the last stubborn resistance.

It didn't take long for the Sanfu City Patrol Pavilion, the Jinwu City Patrol Pavilion, and the Western Regions Capital Guards to surround here.

There are two zhang courtyard walls around the high temple, and the gate is also thick, and there is a corner tower around it to become a horn, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Because the guards who patrol the city did not dare to be presumptuous in front of the high temple, they threw rats and bogeys, and there were many constraints, so they couldn't let go of their hands and feet

rushed and killed several times in a row, not only could not break the door, but also damaged a lot of people.

Eventually, the governor of Chang'an's military Liu Ai had ordered the offensive to be stopped.

"Send someone to deliver a letter to the thief, I want to persuade him to surrender! Then pack the heads and bring them up. ”

"Yui!"

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