This is a battle where the well-equipped person, who doesn't drink excessively, and who trains diligently wins!
In fact, the strength of the Central Army and these local armies is comparable to the strength of a European football powerhouse and the Chinese national team.
You can tell just by looking at their figures.
The soldiers were all plump and easygoing, sheltered from the wind and sun, fair-skinned, fat, and oily, each with a large belly and a face full of fat.
His mind seemed to have no room for anything else but how to make money and how to play with women.
Oh, and he's also quite adept at running away.
When the Jurchens marched south, they were the fastest to flee.
They ran to the mountains, hid in deep ravines, and plunged into latrines.
Tonight, they regretted it as soon as they clashed with the Central Army!
Why?
Because they were shocked to discover that the fighting power of the Central Army, and the will to fight it displayed, were almost on par with the Jin army of that time!
Just like when the Chinese national football team first played against some small Asian countries.
What's the point of fighting at a time like this? We should just hide in the latrine and play dead!
Ouch, my stomach hurts!
Ouch, I slept wrong last night and got a stiff neck!
Ouch, I got food stuck in my teeth from dinner, which is putting pressure on my meridians and making me feel weak all over. I think I'll go rest in the latrine for a while.
After you've finished playing dead, go back and apologize in all sorts of ways. Anyway, your superiors are just incompetent fools who only know how to make money.
How could an incompetent person allow truly talented people to work under him?
Maybe the bosses have already retreated and are hiding in some cesspool that nobody wants to go to!
As a result, the rebels' willpower collapsed the moment they met.
The situation immediately turned into a crushing defeat!
What does "crushing" mean?
It was a group of people wearing heavy armor weighing tens of kilograms, wielding sharp spears, powerful crossbows, or iron hammers, like a torrent of steel forged and melted in magma, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake!
Flesh and blood flew through the air, heads rolled off one by one, screams of despair and fear filled the air, and the collapsing rebels tumbled and crawled on the not-so-wide streets.
The people in front turned around, knocking over and trampling the people behind them, causing complete chaos.
And what about the Central Army?
Pushing against the shield, raising the spear, firing the crossbow bolt, he continued to push sideways.
Some of the spears still had corpses with their throats pierced through them. Because they charged with too much force, the spearheads were hooked around the necks and difficult to remove. So they had to pull the spears back and kick the corpses away.
The spearhead was torn from the neck, making a "crunching" and "squeaking" sound. It was the sound of the sharp spearhead cutting through the spine and tearing flesh, making the scalp tingle.
Human life is cheaper than roadside weeds.
This killing had only just begun. The people inside huddled in a corner, trembling with fear, terrified that someone would break down the door and rush in.
The child was so frightened that he cried loudly and was on the verge of a breakdown.
The heavy cavalry of the Central Imperial Guard plowed through the main street, leaving bits of flesh and blood scattered everywhere.
Some people only have half of their bodies left, but they are still alive, making cries like those of vengeful ghosts thrown into a mountain of knives and swords, rolling around on the ground incessantly.
No one cared for him; he could only suffer slowly in agony until he died.
The killings in the distance were even more intense. Some rebels were so frightened that they were on the verge of collapse. They kept knocking on the doors of houses along the road, trying to get in. Others started climbing houses, intending to climb onto the roofs.
But when they were dragged down, some had their heads stabbed in the back with pen knives, and others had their necks cut in half.
That night, the rebels in Taiyuan finally witnessed the strength of the emperor's new army, and the people of Taiyuan finally witnessed the emperor's power.
Those spoiled brats who used to loiter on the streets and bully the weak finally experienced just how terrifying the wrath of the thunder in the Nine Heavens truly was.
They vowed that they would become law-abiding and kind citizens from now on.
A historian truthfully commented on the Taiyuan Uprising: "The Imperial Guards, the Emperor's sharp sword, moved with the force of thunder, shaking the very soul."
From then on, no powerful family in Taiyuan Prefecture dared to harbor any more reckless thoughts.
By late at night, the fighting in Taiyuan City had come to an end, with the rebel army suffering a large-scale defeat, being killed, and fleeing.
The streets were stained with blood like streams. It had become a living hell.
The situation is settled.
It should be said that the ending was already predetermined from the very beginning.
But the emperor's true goal has not yet been achieved. In Zhao Huan's eyes, the local militias were nothing more than the lingering poison of previous corrupt practices. What Zhao Huan truly wanted to eradicate was what was hidden behind the scenes.
This was also the real purpose for Zhao Huan to send Liu Yanzong.
There is a prominent family in Taiyuan City called Wang.
This surname means "descendant of emperors" or "descendant of the royal family," meaning that their ancestors were kings.
The progenitor of the Wang surname was Prince Jin, the crown prince of King Ling of Zhou. His given name was Jin, and his courtesy name was Ziqiao. He was born around 565 BC and died in 549 BC. His original surname was Ji.
In fact, he was a descendant of the Yellow Emperor.
Therefore, this family has a very noble background.
During the early Tang Dynasty, the royal family was ranked among the five most prestigious and seven most powerful families. Countless officials and nobles of the time were eager to establish some connection with the royal family.
During the year Huang Chao rebelled, this family suffered terribly; their main branch was almost wiped out.
But they were not completely wiped out. During the century of peace in the Song Dynasty, they rose again through prosperous trade.
However, they have put away their former arrogance and nobility, and instead prefer to keep a low profile, hiding themselves among the common people.
They were usually very respectful to the court, and at least absolutely supportive of Wang Bing, often donating money to him.
He also mentioned his relationship with Wang Bingpan, saying that they used to be one family.
Unfortunately, Wang Bing was a simple-minded person and reacted very coldly to this.
After Liu Yanzong finished his tea, he went to the toilet several times. Finally, the person outside returned and said, "Sir, it's finished."
Wang Bing couldn't help but ask, "How is the battle going?"
"The Imperial Guards have achieved a complete victory!"
Wang Bing was slightly taken aback and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Liu Yanzong stood up and said, "General Wang, please accompany me to the Wang residence in the north of the city."
It is called the Wang Residence, not the Wang Mansion, because the Wang family was just an ordinary merchant family, and according to the established rules, they were not allowed to own a mansion.
"Where are you going and what are you going there for?"
"Doesn't Wang Shuai want to know who exactly instigated Shi Jian to kill you?"
"You mean this matter is related to the people at the Wang residence?"
“It’s not just Shi Jian who’s connected to them; they also instigated the rebels.”
Wang Bing shook his head: "Impossible. Wang Houren is just a businessman. Although he is not exactly clean, he can be considered a law-abiding citizen."
"Wang Shuai, you'll find out once you come with me."
"good!"
Liu Yanzong, escorted by a group of men, arrived at Wang's residence in the north of the city with Wang Bing.
At this time, the Wang residence was surrounded by hundreds of elite Central Army soldiers, with hundreds of crossbow bolts aimed at it. If there was the slightest disturbance inside, the Central Army would surely kill without mercy!
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