The wind is flying, and the big flag of the word "Cao" is like a sea of ​​clouds, covering the land outside the wilderness of Bianjing City.

The neat infantry was full of morale and pushed the cannons forward slowly.

"Ha ha--"

The shouting sounds are like the tide, and you can hear them far away from the city of Bianjing.

The 200,000 imperial guards gathered here, and they were all shocked by their high momentum. It was arrogance from the bottom of their bones, with only one sentence:

Invincible.

Outside Chaoyang Gate, before the military formation.

Dozens of large horses were lined up in front, including Zhong Shidao, Zong Ze, Han Shizhong, Liu Qi, Zhang Suo, Zhang Shuye and other famous generals of the Song Dynasty.

Children of aristocratic families such as Yuchi Hu, Yuchi Ying, Yue Jinyu, and Xu Ning.

There are also loyal and brave people like Zhou Tong who is over 70 years old, Yue Fei who has never been crowned.

Standing neatly in front of the military formation, the murderous aura rushed to the sky, but it was hard to hide its tragic power.

The luxurious carriage walked in the suburbs outside the city of Bianjing. There were more than 300 artillery pieces arranged in front of the two thousand black feather guards. It was ten miles away from Bianjing. The vanguard of the imperial guards could only see figures like tides, but the Shu army could directly cover the artillery fire.

Cao Hua was wearing a silver martial arts uniform, holding a snow-white sword in his hand, leaning against the soft couch, and his eyes were dull.

He raised his hand gently, and the hundred thousand Shu troops stopped one after another, and the intention of killing soared into the sky.

Just one order from him, more than 600 artillery pieces were fired at once, enough to disperse the already anxious imperial guards before the troops rushed over.

The warships were neatly arranged outside the Guangji Wharf, and the giant cannons on them could directly cover half of the outer city.

Flying across the bleakness, blowing through the military flags of both sides.

The city of Bianjing, with a population of one million, may be the first to be so quiet...

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"General, rush!"

"As soon as the cannon fired, I would have no chance."

"If Cao Hua goes forward, the artillery can reach the inner city, hundreds of thousands of people in Bianjing..."

An angry and anxious voice sounded among dozens of generals.

Yuchi Hu was wearing armor and holding a horse spear, but looked at the carriage far away with a little sadness.

He once pretended to be crazy and stupid. He, the number one playboy in the capital, became his only friend with Kyoto Tai Sui.

Knowing that Cao Hua would rebel one day, he also thought that Cao Hua would take the Yuchi family to change the family after the matter was completed.

But after all, his surname is "Yuchi". His ancestors and the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty were sworn brothers. They still had great achievements for two hundred years and enjoyed the favors of the Zhao family for two hundred years. How could he abandon the Zhao family and ignore it in times of crisis?

Seeing that the "Cao" banner was covered with the wilderness, the army stopped and began to prepare.

Yuchi Hu sighed softly and looked at the many generals next to him.

Sooner or later, the defense will be flattened by artillery fire. The only way is to lead the army to attack and rush into the Shu army, so that the artillery will be useless.

But no one can tell how many people will die and how many people will escape after rushing through these miles.

Perhaps before the flag of "Cao", the imperial guards were defeated, leaving only these powerless generals.

But there are some things that need to be done.

Analyzing the situation and weighing the pros and cons is what literati do.

As a warrior, he worked hard when he should live, and was obliged to die. The martial artists of the Song Dynasty had a low status and were oppressed, but at this time, only the warriors could stand up and die.

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Stepping on—

The sound of horse hooves rang through Chaoyangmen and the military formations filled with infantry.

All the imperial guards turned around.

Zhao Zhe, wearing golden armor, was carrying a golden sword in his hand and galloping through the military formation with arrows like a sea of ​​tides.

More than a dozen old ministers behind him were wearing armor passed down from the founding of the country, holding weapons that had been placed in their homes for a hundred years, and following the emperor of the Song Dynasty with a solemn face.

Going back, there are the sons and nephews of many ministers. More than a hundred people are full of passion and rushing across the Bluestone Avenue outside Chaoyang Gate.

"Master!"

"Ha ha--"

The imperial guards were first stunned, and then their blood was rising, and there was a tide-like shouting sound in the military formation.

The emperor personally led the army to fight, and the emperor personally caught the battle and charged forward, which was enough to make any military and horse aura reach its peak.

When many generals saw the emperor, their faces changed slightly. They wanted to drive their horses to stop them, but they took a few steps, but stopped again.

The feeling at this time may be a relief.

Master Zhong drove his horse to block the road and bowed:

"I'll ask the emperor to sit in the imperial city, as long as there is an old minister here."

Zhao Zhe's eyes were like lions, looking at many soldiers and said aloud:

"General Zhong and his army are stationed here to attack Cao's thieves, and I can go."

"Master!"

As soon as these words were said, many generals were stunned and rushed forward to stop them.

When Master Zhong heard this, he understood Zhao Che's thoughts. He was silent for a long time and said nothing except a sigh.

The 200,000 imperial guards and Cao Hua and 100,000 Shu troops fought bloody battles. Facing more than 600 artillery artillery, no one can decide whether they can win.

But once the artillery fire sounded, it is unpredictable how much casualties the imperial guards would be, and I dare not think about what they would become.

Countless loyal and brave generals present, all of whom dared to stand up now were the pillars of the Song army. They were all killed in battle on the battlefield. Even if they defeated the Shu army, what would they use to block the Jin soldiers? What would they use to block Western Shu? Cao Hua, who was the source of troops in Jiangnan, made a comeback?

Master Zhong knew about this situation and had not ordered the rushing formation for a long time. In fact, he didn't know what to wait for.

Zhao Zhe was wearing golden armor and swept around in front of many soldiers and said loudly:

"I, Zhao Che, have this fate, but unfortunately, I have succeeded to the throne for one year and have never pulled the Song Dynasty back from the edge of the cliff.

In the future, I hope that all the soldiers will take the people of the world as their responsibility. If they defeat the powerful enemy of Liao and Jin, don’t forget to tell me.”

"Master!"

"Master!"

"drive--"

With a shout, the fierce horse neighed and stepped across the wilderness outside the city of Bianjing.

Zhao Zhe was wearing golden armor and carrying a knife, galloping towards the military formation several miles away.

Civil and military officials, children of aristocratic families, and righteous men from the martial arts world followed closely after a long roar.

"Ha ha--"

The imperial guards were ready to move, shouting soared into the sky, holding the powerful bow and crossbow in their hands tightly, and countless people were crying on the iron armor, wishing they could follow the charge forward immediately.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Master Zhong jumped off his horse and knelt on the ground.

Countless soldiers and courtiers knelt on the ground.

Looking at the more than a hundred tragic men who generously followed the emperor to die, everyone on and under the city wall knelt down.

"Master!!!"

The cry of sadness was like the tide, and it was like the crying blood of the heavenly man!

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Dongdongdongdongdong-

A war drum sounded, very weak in the waves, but very eye-catching.

The queen with a phoenix crown and a robe stood on the head of Bianjing with a drum hammer in her hand, crying loudly, and tears were raining on her cheeks, looking at the figure gradually moving away.

Zhao Zhe held the sword full of notches, heard the sound of drums, and looked back.

Zhao Zhe, who was just over 40, had gray hair on his temples, and his eyes, which were always like lions, were also a bit tender at this time.

No matter how strong and resolute a man is, there may be a soft place deep in his heart.

Zhao Zhe looked deeply and smiled a little.

It was like when he was a prince, he just met his princess.

He has a long sword and a fierce horse, and is unrestrained and unruly girl. The other party is still a willful little girl.
Chapter completed!