Even if Huang Gon returned to the forbidden army to personally command after the failure of the pursuit of Zhang Mo, even if Cheng Huan ordered the tripartite defenders to return to the east, west, and north gates of Gecheng at the first time to defend, the 80,000 soldiers of the Tiger Ben Army could not stop the advance of the 400,000 rebels.

The number of casualties in front of the battle formation of the shield armor soldiers was the largest, the 2,000 shield armor soldiers were almost wiped out, and the defenders in the rear annihilated 50,000 rebels, and the division commander Zheng Yuehe led by him even withstood the impact of more than 1,000 rebels going forward and successively.

The 80,000 Tiger Ben army suffered countless casualties, and Huang Gon personally drew his sword and went into battle, refining the strong and horizontal physique at the peak of the Void Realm, and he couldn't even stand on his feet later.

80,000 against 400,000, the Tiger Army killed about 300,000 enemies.

This is a brilliant result that is almost one against four.

But it didn't work.

The measure of war is never which side fights braver, but whose hands hold the final victory.

The so-called success and defeat are nothing more than that.

There were already 100,000 rebels entering the castle, and 100,000 more were outside the city.

And the total number of all the Tiger Ben troops is only more than 20,000.

The difference in numbers is tenfold, and in reality, it is as if there is a trench between the defenders of Chaoge City and the rebels of Chenghou.

Difficult to cross, impossible to cross.

This battle lasted from morning to night, and the streets of Chaoge City were usually full of corpses, and the corpses would not rot on a cold winter day, otherwise the stench would have spread all over Chaoge City.

Bloody pestle.

On the heavy bluestone streets, it seems that every gap of bluestone splicing is filled with wanton flowing blood, and then the blood is mixed with the soil and condenses into a scab, turning into a deep black appearance.

Severed limbs and broken armor can be seen everywhere.

Fortunately, this is not a siege by aliens, and it is impossible for Chenghou to do such an evil thing as slaughtering the city in order to govern the country for himself in the future, otherwise I don't know how many people will be affected by the pond fish.

Crossing the corpse mountain and sea of blood, Chenghou's chariot finally came to the long-awaited Zhuhuang Palace.

When the Great Shang Dynasty was first founded, there were clear regulations on the clothing of different classes, the son of heaven wore vermilion, and the princes wore red or bright yellow, and the more positive the red, the purer the bloodline and the higher the status in the dynasty.

For example, Zishou has liked to wear red clothes since he was a child, but there are exceptions among the nobles, such as Abhigan's status is unspeakably expensive, even if he wears a bright red similar to the clothes of the Son of Heaven, no one dares to talk much, but Bigan has always liked black, and the clothes he asked the manufacturing bureau to weave have always been dark black.

Chenghou led an army of 500,000 to besiege Chaoge today, and he has been wearing a bright yellow coat on his body, which is decent and in line with the identity of a marquis, but no one can see what color clothes he is wearing in the big coat that is wrapped tightly all over his body.

Knowing that the remnant sun was like blood reflecting the fiery Zhuhuang Palace, Chenghou stepped down and came to the neatly arranged 100,000-strong army array, looked at the palace gate that he had never entered since he walked out thirty years ago, and slowly unfastened the buckle on his chest.

A touch of bright red appeared under the long white marble steps at the entrance of the Zhuhuang Palace.

The color was purer than the blood red of the sunset, and brighter than the crimson of the Zhuhuang Palace.

It was as if a blood-stained flag suddenly unfurled and fluttered in the west wind.

Behind the red flag were 100,000 murderous soldiers after a bloody battle.

The sunset was already red, and it was excited by this murderous aura, which was even more like blood.

Wu Zhiqi, who was in retreat in Yunmeng Daze at the back of Zhuhuang Palace, seemed to sense something, and the huge aura that enveloped his Ahuizotl true body fluctuated violently, and soon returned to calm, continuing to rotate around the two figures, one large and one small.

Wu Zhiqi was at the critical stage of breaking through the realm at this time, and all his five senses had been converged and compressed to the smallest range, otherwise with the perception range of the Golden Immortal Realm, such a big event in Chaoge City would have alarmed him a long time ago.

But how long will he have to retreat?

The inner wall of Zhuhuang Palace stands at the head of the wall full of wind and frost, Yaxiang has been standing at the gate of Zhuhuang Palace without drinking or eating for a day, the long steps are extremely high, standing at the palace gate at the end of the long steps, you can overlook the situation in Chaoge City, the body is powerless Bigan's face is frozen red from pale, and after the blood is cooled by the west wind, the face is frozen even more pale, and even some bruises.

Bigan stood beside Bigan covered in blood Huang Gon, the old general was already a little shaky, but the hand holding the knife was still so steady, he clenched his fist at Bigan and said:

"There are still 10,000 fully staffed cavalry under the command of the old minister who have not been used, and in the street battles in the city before, the cavalry could not exert their maximum combat power, but the square in front of the Zhuhuang Palace is wide, and it can kill him and break the blood!"

I don't know if Bigan remembered the snowy night a few years ago, and it was also in this square in front of the white jade long steps of Zhuhuang Palace, and it was also a winter day, three thousand forbidden soldiers turned against each other, and countless arrows flew towards a group of four.

If Mr. Wu hadn't been there, maybe he would have died that night.

Maybe you don't need to see this harrowing scene happen again.

"Mr. Wu once relayed the words of a master who was good at innate deduction. ”

The sound of the lips that have been cracked by dryness and cold is very hoarse than when the mouth is opened, and there is a hot pain when the mouth is opened.

"History is always boring and repeats. ”

"I can't figure out what this is, but I think it's a little profound, and now I realize that it's true. ”

Bigan looked at Chenghou at the bottom of the stairs and said lightly.

Huang Gon didn't know how to answer, just kept his head down and waited for Axiang's instructions.

"Even if the Tiger Cavalry can be used as ten, there are still 100,000 people outside the city. ”

"And...... The end result does not depend on whether we can kill all the rebels. ”

Bigan turned his head and looked at the deep hall of Zhuhuang Palace.

Huang Xinyao, the daughter of the concubine, and several other nobles have already avoided trouble in the harem, and countless palace maids and eunuchs should also be behind the Zhuhuang Palace, it stands to reason that the palace should be empty, what is Yaxiang looking at?

Huang Gon suddenly thought of something, a sound of footsteps that appeared from time to time and a burst of "duh, duh, duh." The voice appeared in the main hall of Zhuhuang Palace, and he was walking towards the door, and he suddenly raised his head and looked into the main hall.

An old man in a brown shirt, his face shrouded in a hood, could not be seen clearly, and he walked out of the shadows of the Zhuhuang Palace without hurrying, holding a phoenix-headed cane.

"High Priest!"

"High Priest!"

Two shouts appeared in front of the Zhuhuang Palace.

A soft cry was whispered by Huang Gon, who looked complicated.

The voice was very excited, and it was Chenghou under the long stairs who looked at the old man with a hopeful face.

From the fact that the gate of Chaoge City was silently opened by Zhang Mo, who had been silent for twenty years, to the fact that the Zhuhuang Great Array could not be awakened by the bloodline in Bi Gan's body to resist the enemy, and then to the fact that Chenghou can now stand under the white jade steps and look at the Zhuhuang Palace, the great god Zhu, who has long since died, has always played an irreplaceable role.

The Great God Zhu is long dead, and his influence can still make Chenghou get to this point.

The Great God Zhu is the most beloved disciple of the high priest, and Wu Zhu, who is most likely to inherit the name of "Jia", has always been regarded as a representative of the priest lineage.

If this old man, who is a great merchant god, takes action in person, what kind of magnificent scene will it be?

But will he really break his silence and put an end to this rebellion himself?

Chenghou's army had already reached Zhuhuang Palace, and it was already time for the old man to come forward.

Will the high priest support the son who is unknown whether his life or death is unknown, or will he support the Shang king, who has been chosen by his great disciple, to succeed to the throne?

The old man walked up to Bigan, and a few strands of white hair leaked out of his hood, and he was swaying in the cold wind.

As the old man walked out of the palace, there was silence between heaven and earth, as if even the howling cold wind was about to stop.

Bigan bowed calmly, his movements meticulous even though he was about to freeze.

Huang Gon greeted Ah Xiang and the high priest in silence.

The high priest didn't say anything, but nodded and bowed to them.

Then he looked at Chenghou under the long steps.

Cheng Hou didn't say a word, lifted the front of the red robe, knelt directly on his knees, kowtowed three times, and then respectfully lay on the ground without saying a word.

If the Great God Zhu is a representative figure of the priest line, then the high priest represents the ancestral spirits and the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth of all the previous Shang kings.

When the Shang kings of all dynasties performed the enthronement ceremony, they had to make a big gift to this old man to show their respect for the heavens, earth, ghosts and gods behind him.

Needless to say, Zishou naturally would not kneel to the high priest back then.

Unexpectedly, Chenghou didn't say a word when he saw the high priest for the first time, and knelt directly to salute, but he was not worried about the image in the hearts of the 100,000 soldiers behind him, and he had no idea of self-control.

Although the old man is a god-like existence in Dashang, Chenghou is a figure who wants to become the king of Shang, and the king of Shang is the son of heaven, no matter how he says it, he is an equal status with the old man, even if he kneels down on the throne, he worships the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth.

How can it be like Chenghou......

"Shameless. ”

Bigan said calmly, his voice echoing faintly on the long steps.

Huang Gon pursed his lips, the high priest did not react, and Chenghou still knelt on the ground, not caring at all, as if he would continue to kneel like this as long as the high priest did not speak.

"Get up. ”

The old man's voice was very vicissitudes, as if it came from the teachings of human ancestors countless years ago.

"Yes, teacher. ”

Chenghou respectfully got up from the ground, and there was already a red mark on his forehead.

In the tradition of the Great Shang, when the prince is not crowned, he has to worship the high priest as a teacher, often just hanging the title of master and apprentice, and as the prince becomes an adult, it is no longer binding, so Bigan does not call the high priest by the teacher, and when Chenghou left the song city, he has not yet reached the crown, I don't know whether it is out of remembrance or simply to please the high priest, such a title is still called out by him.

The old man was silent, as if he had no intention of speaking, and Chenghou respectfully bowed again and opened his mouth first.

"Di Xin is dead, Ben Hou bears Di Xin's will, Hui Chao Ge asked Jizi to ascend the throne, Yabi Gan has been blocking with anti-will, and please ask the teacher to know the sword!"

Chenghou looked at the high priest with no fear or dodge in his eyes, looking very sincere.

As soon as Bigan was about to speak, a tired but calm voice sounded within the palace walls:

"Your Majesty is alive. ”

The tired voice seems to come across thousands of mountains and rivers, and there is a kind of warmth in my ears for some reason, as if it has warmed the whole winter.