The fourth year of Xian De was the fifth year since Wei Xian ascended the throne.
It was a year that terrified him.
The echo of the New Year's Day celebrations was still ringing when Luojing received a report that the rebel king Wei Jing led his army to raid Nanping Pass and successfully broke through Yuzhou's defense line.
An army of 500,000 marched north.
After fighting against the imperial court for several years, Prince Ji Wang Ji changed his mind and finally gave up Sizhou completely. However, Wei Xian did not feel relaxed at all.
As the emperor and his ministers waited with bated breath, the Ni King defeated the Xuzhou Zhenquan coalition force, and the Ji King and Wang Ji were badly defeated.
The rebel king seized four counties of Yuzhou.
Wei Xian was horrified, fearing that Wei Jing would turn around and attack Sizhou, so he issued a series of imperial decrees, ordering all the troops that could be moved to the eastern border.
However, before he could deploy his troops, the 17 northern princes had formed an alliance, and 800,000 allied troops marched southward.
Due to his dignity as an emperor, Wei Xian naturally would not join forces with the rebels, but in this war between the North and the South, he hoped very much that the Allied forces would win a great victory.
The reason is simple: choose the lesser of two evils.
Even if the Allies won, he could still grit his teeth and hold on.
On the contrary, once Wei Jing wins a great victory, 90% of the Chu territory will fall into his hands. Sizhou, located in Guanzhong, will be like a turtle in a jar or a beast trapped in a cage.
But in the end he was disappointed.
Wei Jing won a great victory, killed Wang Ji, destroyed King Hong'an of Zhou, and completely defeated the allied forces.
In June, Wei Jing led a large army across the Yellow River to the north, captured Ji and Bing states, and Gan Yuan of Youzhou surrendered.
Afterwards, the army was not stationed in various places, but gathered in Yu and Yan.
Rest for more than a month.
On the first day of August, Wei Jing led an army of 700,000 to attack Sizhou.
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At four o'clock in the morning, Wei Jing got ready.
The candlelight flickered as Shao Qing fastened the Qilin-patterned locks for him one by one. Wei Jing was dressed in silver armor, looking very heroic.
She took a step back.
Hopefully, this would be the last time she would put on armor for him.
The battle was won and there was no more war from then on.
"wait for me."
Wei Jing took a step forward and leaned over to kiss her between the eyebrows.
"good."
Xu'er was also brought over. The little girl who had been pouting and dazed for a while finally woke up, "Haha, Mom! Dad~"
The little girl twitched her short legs and rushed over like a cannonball. Wei Jing leaned over and picked her up.
Over the past month, the father and daughter have become very familiar with each other. Xu'er hugged her father's neck and rubbed him, and curiously reached out to scratch her father's armor.
"Huh?"
Wei Jing raised his hand and stroked his daughter's soft hair, then kissed her. "When you are at home, you must listen to your mother. Do you understand?"
"Uh-huh."
The fair and tender little girl nodded heavily, looking very adorable. Wei Jing smiled. After this battle, he would no longer have to be separated from his family.
After hugging the two tightly in his arms, he handed his daughter to his wife, turned around and walked away.
The military boots hit the ground one after another, heavy and powerful. After leaving the warm courtyard, the tenderness on Wei Jing's face disappeared and his brows became cold and hard.
Climbing onto his horse, he glanced toward the west.
The heavy gaze is like the dark night.
After five years, he is finally going to kill his enemy with his own hands!
…
King Wei Jing of Qi led an army of 700,000 to march westward, fiercely attacked Sishui Pass, and headed straight for Luojing.
This battle shook the entire Great Chu court that was hiding in Sizhou.
Wei Xian hurriedly dispatched his troops and pressed forward to the western border with all his might.
Sishui Pass is connected to Songshan Mountain in the south and the Yellow River in the north. It is surrounded by high mountains and steep cliffs, and is a natural fortress. It is a must-fight place for those marching eastward into Sizhou.
The pass was steep and dangerous, easy to defend but difficult to attack. However, Wei Jing's army was fierce and aggressive. After a month of fierce fighting, this pass, which was known as "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand men cannot open it", was completely captured.
Wei Jing led his army and marched straight in.
After taking Sishui Pass, he ignored the remaining small passes and obstacles. Six days later, the 700,000-strong army arrived at the city of Luojing.
The ancient and majestic city walls are like black dragons, lying on the ground and winding to both sides. This majestic and imposing city has witnessed the ups and downs of the Great Chu Dynasty for three hundred years.
Wei Jing's eyes were gloomy and he looked around coldly, his gaze falling on the city wall of Luojing where soldiers were standing in line, ready for battle.
With a "swish" sound.
He slowly drew out his sword and pointed it forward, "Soldiers, listen to my orders!"
"Attack the city with all your strength!"
…
The black mass of Qi troops were stationed in all directions, stretching as far as the eye could see, as if stretching from the sky to the earth. The "dong dong dong" sound of the cowhide drums seemed to hit people's hearts each time. Suddenly, a shout rang out, and the Qi army rushed over like a tide.
Rockets, tung oil, rolling stones, and wooden beams were used to kill the endless Qi soldiers who climbed up the ladders. The smoke of gunpowder enveloped the entire Luojing City. Boom, boom, boom, one after another, huge logs hit the city gate heavily, and the heavy muffled sound reached the imperial palace.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
The entire court was in a panic. Taiwei Zhan Quan completely lost his composure and said in panic, "Your Majesty, what should we do?"
What should I do?
It took a while for Wei Xian's slow brain to process these words. He trembled all over, "What should I do?"
"You are the emperor's salary and the pillars of the country. You should share my worries. Now you are asking me what to do?!"
Wei Xian's veins bulged and his face was ferocious: "What use do I have for you?!"
Someone suddenly had an idea: "Then the Marquis of Dongping is the father of the Princess of Qi?"
"Yes, yes!"
Just like a man about to drown, he caught an object that looked like floating wood. Zhan Quan responded immediately and ordered Shao He and others to be taken to the top of the city wall immediately and asked the Qi army to stop the attack.
Wei Xian's face was covered in cold sweat. He gripped the armrests of the dragon throne and took a few deep breaths.
Facts have proved that Shao He and others are completely useless. If Wei Jing cared about these people, he would have rescued them long ago like he did with Sun Shao Bo. Why would he wait until now?
The shouts fell on deaf ears, and the Qi army's offensive became even more fierce.
When the news reached Chongde Hall, the huge palace fell into deathly silence. After a moment, a hoarse roar came from the top.
"Get out! Get out of here!"
"Crackling!" incense burners, paperweights and other objects were thrown over like raindrops. All the ministers and officials covered their heads and fled, and they were all gone in an instant.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached. "My son, my son, is the Ni Wang going to attack Luojing?"
It’s Empress Dowager Feng.
The most graceful and elegant woman who had once reached the top, now has disheveled hair and a face full of panic. All her calmness is gone, and there are fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, revealing her old age.
She trembled and held her son's hand tightly. "Impossible, impossible!"
"Mother, Queen Mother..."
Wei Xian held his mother's hand tightly.
"His Majesty."
Two people suddenly appeared in the empty hall. The hidden guards Shi Tu and Shi Ji knelt on one knee and said, "Will you escort His Majesty to the palace?"
Moving?
It sounds nice, but in fact it means sneaking away and escaping.
Wei Xian was furious: "I won't leave! I am the emperor!!"
"I was personally appointed Crown Prince by the late Emperor, and I will be the Emperor!"
He sat firmly on the gold-painted nine-dragon chair. This was the supreme throne of the Great Chu that had been passed down for three hundred years. It was a position he had always dreamed of and had endured humiliation and hardship for more than twenty years before he finally reached it.
This dragon throne and this great Chu Dynasty all belong to him!
"I am the Son of Heaven."
He murmured.
But, but the rebel king has already laid siege to the city. Can he still keep his seat on the throne of the Great Chu Emperor?
A boundless despair and panic pierced his heart, from his heart to his bones, and even to his limbs and bones. He began to tremble uncontrollably.
He held tightly onto the armrests of the gold-painted nine-dragon chair.
Shitu and Shiji kept silent, stood silently aside, and lowered their eyes quietly.
In fact, the Qi army was now surrounding the city and no one could get out. They were not sure they could rescue the emperor safely.
In that case, then so be it.
From the rising of the sun to the setting of the sun, blood was scattered all over the city walls of Luojing, smoke billowed, and finally with a loud "bang", the south gate of Luojing was violently knocked open.
The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the Qi army rushed in like a tide.
Luojing City was broken.
Wei Jing's jaw was tense, he looked coldly at the wide-open city gate for a moment, then he whipped his horse and rode in.
The sound of horse hooves hit the bluestone ground heavily. He led the way, followed closely by Zhang Yong, Chen Qi, Fan Ya and other generals. They walked along Tongtian Street and headed straight for the majestic Da Chu Imperial Palace.
I haven't seen this golden palace with red walls and golden tiles for a long time. In the past, he came out covered in blood; today, the iron hooves of the warhorse under his crotch will mercilessly smash it and enter calmly.
The palace guards did not hold out for long. In just one hour, the palace gate was breached.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Wei Jing rode his horse step by step into the room.
The familiar palace and the familiar setting sun dyed the white marble railings and the ground red like blood.
Wei Jing raised his eyes and stared at the direction of the Central Palace and the Eastern Palace for a long time. Finally, his gaze moved to the Chongde Hall in front of him.
With a cold smile, he raised his hand, "Arrow formation!"
There were three layers of archers inside and outside, and the arrows were like heavy rain, piercing the red palace gate that looked like a hedgehog. Finally, it could not hold on and fell down with a loud bang.
At this moment, Wei Jing drew his bow and arrow, squinted his eyes and aimed at the stone pictures and inscriptions inside. Three silver rays of light arrived in an instant like lightning.
Others who shot arrows at the same time included Zhang Yong, Fan Ya and others.
Strong arrows rained down. Shi Tu and Shi Ji pushed away Empress Dowager Feng, who was sitting on a gold-painted nine-dragon chair. Shi Tu was unable to dodge and with a dull "puff" sound, Wei Jing's arrow hit him right in the throat and he died instantly.
Shi Ji was hit by arrows in the shoulder and thigh, and his movements froze for a moment. He was barely able to deflect a wave of arrows, but was hit in the abdomen by Wei Jing's second arrow. He closed his eyes, and was instantly stung like a hornet's nest, and fell to the ground.
The rain of arrows suddenly stopped.
Wei Jing jumped off his horse and drew the sword from his waist with a clang.
The sharp arrow blade flashed with cold light, and he stepped onto the Nine Dragon Stairs, one step after another, and entered the Chongde Hall.
"Tap", "Tap", "Tap", the sound of military boots falling on the smooth gold bricks, echoing clearly throughout the hall.
There were no more palace maids lighting candles. In the huge palace, which was gloomy, a tall figure came against the light. He was wearing silver armor stained with blood, the sword in his hand was flashing with cold light, and he was filled with murderous aura, like an Asura from hell.
Wei Xian quickly got up and climbed onto the Nine Dragon Chair at the top. He looked down from above and angrily shouted, "Traitor, you are unworthy of being a descendant of the Wei family! How dare you rebel against the emperor? This is treason!!"
The questioning echoed throughout the Chongde Hall, but when Wei Jing finally appeared in front of him, his crazy courage was instantly gone. He was shaking like a sieve and tightly grasped the armrests of the dragon throne.
Wei Jing smiled coldly.
Wei Xian's crown was crooked, it was knocked crooked when he fell to the ground just now, but he was completely unaware of it, clinging tightly to the gold-painted nine-dragon chair, "I am the Son of Heaven, I am the Lord of the Great Chu."
The Emperor of Great Chu?
Wei Jing sneered.
He strode forward, swung his sword with tremendous force, and without hesitation, split the gold-painted nine-dragon chair, which had been passed down for hundreds of years and represented the continuous prosperity of the Great Chu Dynasty, into two halves.
There was a loud bang, and at the same time, Wei Xian screamed in fear, "Ah ...
He thought Wei Jing was going to chop off his neck with a sword, but how could Wei Jing let his blood enemy die so easily?
There was a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. He reached out and grabbed the collar of Wei Xianxuan's black dragon robe with a sinister smile.
"I have sworn to chop you into pieces, grind your bones and scatter your ashes to pay tribute to the spirits of my mother, the queen and my brother in heaven."
“Ahhhh!!”
Empress Dowager Feng picked up a long knife, quickly got up and rushed towards Wei Jing fiercely.
Wei Jing didn't move his brows, and kicked Empress Dowager Feng directly in the heart. The latter screamed and flew backwards, hitting the golden pillar hard. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, and he could no longer move.
Wei Jing tilted his head, his eyes cold: "You lowly servant, you should be skinned alive together with me!"
Wei Xian struggled desperately, let out a short cry of pain, and was easily subdued. Wei Jing coldly grabbed his neck, threw down his sword, and with a light "swish" sound, he pulled out a thin dagger from the side of his boot.
“Aaaaaaah!!”
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