Meishan Su family, Su Yun is the most virtuous

Chapter 411 Full House!

At three quarters past ten o'clock, snowflakes hit the green tiles with a rustling sound, and the bronze bells at the Tongzhou headquarters were tinkling in the northwest wind.

Su Yun grasped the dagger and picked up the wax on the military mail box. The "Zheng" pattern split into two halves, and several maple leaf-shaped pieces of letter paper fell down. The words "Three Days to Conquer Chang'an" with wet ink glowed cinnabar red in the candlelight.

"Sir, Hef's handwriting is more fierce than his lance."

Ping Zicheng pushed the door open and walked in, his black cloak half covered with snow, his boots rolling over the broken pearls on the ground, leaving two water marks on the blue bricks.

Ping Zicheng was smiling at first, but when he caught a glimpse of the letter on the desk, his pupils suddenly shrank into needle points.

There is a sword spirit hidden in Zheng Chaozong's cursive calligraphy, and every word is like a scimitar drawn from its sheath.

Su Yun didn't look up and held the letter close to the candlelight.

The orange flames licked the edge of the paper, roasting his knuckles white. "Wen Yanbo's heavily armored cavalry is stationed at Jinguang Gate. The city wall is three feet thick, and the moat is covered with ice."

A corner of the sheepskin map was lifted by the draft, revealing the winding line between Chang'an and Fengxiang.

"Chang'an City is a great city in the world, easy to defend but difficult to attack. Isn't Haifu taking it too far?"

Ping Zicheng held down the flying map and drew circles on Baqiao Bridge with a red pen.

Twelve oil lamps cast spider-web-like shadows on the sand table, cutting the faces of the staff into a chessboard of alternating light and dark.

"I dare to make a suggestion." The tip of his pen poked the cinnabar dot on Chunming Gate.

"Of the nine gates in Chang'an, Chunming Gate leads directly to the Wei River. It looks like a loophole, but in fact Wen Yanbo had already set up three layers of deer horn barriers.

If Haifu attacks forcefully, I'm afraid he will suffer too many casualties!"

Before he could finish his words, a horse neighed outside the window, and the wick was startled so much that it burst into sparks.

Su Yun suddenly grabbed the teacup on the table, spilled tea mixed with ink and spread on the map, then smiled to himself and said, "Do you think Zheng Chaozong is a reckless man?"

Dark brown tea mixed with ink spread across the map, winding into the shape of a tributary of the Ba River.

Su Yun dipped his fingertips in the water and rubbed the word "Baqiao" twice, and said with a smile: "Wen Yanbo set up barricades and deployed crossbows. It looks like a solid wall, but in fact..."

Ping Zicheng's red brush suddenly stopped in the direction of Jingyuan, and the black flag model representing the enemy army on the sand table swayed slightly in the shadow.

He suddenly realized that the water stains on Su Yun's fingertips were not accidental - those spreading ink marks actually matched the angle of Zheng Chaozong's marching route perfectly.

"Sir, are you going to use Chunmingmen as bait?" Ping Zicheng's Adam's apple rolled, "But Haifu's Vanguard Camp..."

"Haif knows better than anyone that this is a risky move."

Su Yun grabbed the wolf-hair brush and suspended the tip of the brush above Chunming Gate. Drops of ink fell into the cracks in the map like blood seeping into the land.

"He dared to write 'Three Days to Capture Chang'an' because he had calculated Wen Yanbo's arrogance.

"Wen Yanbo will never sit idly by and watch the Qing cavalry attack the pass. He will definitely dispatch the Jingyuan Army to encircle them."

The sound of horses neighing outside the window started again, this time mixed with the clanging of iron objects clashing against each other.

Su Yun folded Zheng Chaozong's letter into a square and stuffed it into the inner pocket of the heart-protecting mirror: "Pass the order down, and prepare dinner at midnight.

Ask the cook to mix peppercorns into the wheat cakes and replace all the drinks with strong liquor - marching on a cold night, we must make the brothers' blood burn. "

Ping Zicheng looked at the hole pierced by a red pen at Baqiao on the map, and suddenly remembered Su Yun's Battle of Mizhi.

Su Yun did the same thing at that time, using half of the city as bait to trap the Western Xia army in Mizhi.

At this moment, the snowfield outside Chang'an City is about to become a bigger meat grinder.

"I request that you lead 5,000 light cavalry to ambush Baqiao."

Ping Zicheng knelt on one knee, and his black cloak swept down the oil lamp on the desk.

The flames left scorch marks on the map, and their shapes were exactly the same as the course of the Ba River.

Su Yun stretched out his hand to pull him up, and the calluses on his palms rubbed against Ping Zicheng's wrist guard: "Wen Yanbo's reinforcements are at least 30,000, 10,000 heavy cavalry, and 8,000 archers."

He tapped his knuckles on the reed marsh model on the sand table. "The cavalry you lead should be like a pack of wolves. Once they bite the throat, they won't let go."

Amid the sound of the night watch, the faint sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance.

Su Yun pushed open the carved window frame, and the snowflakes hit his face painfully.

He looked at the gradually whitening skyline in the east, threw his cloak over his shoulders, and said with a smile: "I want to go to the Baqiao training ground myself."

When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Ping Zicheng's hesitant look and suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, Haifu is not a reckless person.

If he beats the drum on the north bank of the Wei River, Wen Yanbo will surely dispatch the Jingyuan Army to encircle them from the flank."

And our five thousand light cavalry are hiding in this reed marsh."

Hearing this, Ping Zicheng suddenly understood that the so-called destruction of Chang'an was just a pretext to lure the enemy.

The shouts and cries of killing at Chunming Gate will be like a magnet, drawing all the elite troops of the Western Army towards the melting pot of Chang'an.

This is the tactic most commonly used by sir to surround a point and attack reinforcements!

"Chang'an is the bait, and the reinforcements are the big fish!"

……

The snow particles hit Zheng Chaozong's iron helmet, making a rustling sound.

He held Su Yun's secret letter in his hand, his knuckles rubbing against the leather envelope, leaving blue marks on them. Suddenly, he raised his head and laughed.

The laughter startled the crows on the three old locust trees outside the gate and flew away. Their black wings swept across the large banner with the word "Zheng" on it, tearing several holes in the night sky.

"Send the order to the entire army!"

His lance stabbed heavily into the snow, splashing ice chips mixed with blood.

"Make dinner at midnight and set out at yin time!"

Before he finished speaking, there were echoes coming from outside the tent, like the muffled thunder before the Waking of Insects rolling under the frozen soil.

The armor of the 30,000 soldiers shone coldly in the moonlight. They chewed wheat cakes mixed with chili peppers and washed down the snow water in the copper bowls with strong liquor.

Some people stuffed the amulets of their wives and children into their breast shields, while others were silently sharpening their ring-handled swords.

The rustling sound of the blade touching the bluestone formed a small wave on the silent snowfield.

Zheng Chaozong looked at the gradually whitening skyline in the east, swallowing a breath of cold air with his Adam's apple rolling.

The beat of the marching drums was covered with ice.

The horses' hooves of the vanguard camp crushed the last thin ice of the Wei River, and the splashing water instantly condensed into ice beads.

Zheng Chaozong's Jingsai Army walked in the front, their scarlet cloaks fluttering in the wind like blood. Behind them, 30,000 infantrymen marched to the rhythm of drums, raising their 10-foot-long snake spears diagonally into a forest of steel.

The outline of the Chang'an city wall was faintly visible in the morning mist. On the three-meter-high rammed earth wall, Wen Yanbo's black flag was fluttering.

During the fierce battle in Chang'an, the sound of the bangzi at three quarters of the morning was crushed by the war drums.

Zheng Chaozong took off his iron helmet, letting the snow particles hit his sweaty forehead, and looked at the black flag fluttering on the Chunming Gate Arrow Tower.

The scarlet cloaks of the Jingsai Army fluttered in the wind, and the white breath exhaled by 30,000 soldiers condensed into mist in the cold air, dyeing the spearheads of the Zhangba Snake Spears into a frosty color.

"Crash!" Three hundred strong men roared together, and the iron-clad front ends of nine battering rams crashed into the city gate.

The copper-nailed door groaned under the weight, and ice seeped out of the cracks in the bricks. Zheng Chaozong tightly grasped his lance and looked at the barricades that suddenly rose up on the top of the city wall.

"Rocket!" He tore off his cape and swung it into the air.

Thousands of rockets pierced through the snow curtain, lighting the watchtower on the right side of Chunming Gate into a torch.

In the firelight, he finally saw the mystery behind the battlements: where the crossbows should have been set up, there were more than a dozen rows of scarecrows. The copper bells tied around the scarecrows' necks rang in the wind, mixed with the reflections of the iron armor faintly visible in the shadows of the city wall.

"Wen Yanbo, you old bastard." Zheng Chaozong's sneer was interrupted by the sound of an arrow breaking through the air.

The caltrops and iron spikes thrown from the city walls shone a faint blue in the snow, and the cowhide boots of the first row of shieldmen were immediately covered in blood.

He swung his spear to deflect the flying crossbow arrows. Sparks flew as the iron spear collided with the three-edged arrowhead. He caught a glimpse of the ladder soldiers who had set up a three-meter-long ladder.

"kill--!"

The commander of the imperial guards, Wang Meng, took the lead in climbing, biting his sword between his teeth and digging into the cracks between the bricks with both hands.

As soon as Wang Meng's sword hooked the iron ring on the top of the city wall, the whole women's wall suddenly flipped over.

The poisoned bamboo sticks poured down like a rainstorm. He instinctively tilted his head and his left ear and half of his cheek were cut off.

Before the scream had died down, there was a dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground from the ladder behind them - three soldiers were entangled by the ankles of iron chains thrown from the top of the city wall, and they fell headfirst into the ice of the moat. The blood surging under the broken ice instantly solidified into dark red ice crystals.

Zheng Chaozong jumped onto the city wall by stepping on the corpses, his iron boots crushing his frozen fingers.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered with scarecrows with black feather arrows sticking out of them, glowing dark green in the firelight. He suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted loudly, "Retreat—"

His roar was interrupted by a loud noise coming from the direction of the city wall.

Eight hundred Jingsai soldiers have rushed into the city.

As the last soldier crossed the suspension bridge, twelve capstans made a sharp sound of gears turning at the same time.

Then his eyes were bloodshot.

The thatch wrapped in tung oil fell like a meteorite, and the dome instantly turned into a burning cage.

White smoke sizzled from the cowhide shields of the front row shield bearers, and the hot grease seeped into the armor through the gaps, leaving charred lines on the skin.

“Cover your nose with a wet cloth!”

Centurion Li Tieniu tore off the lining and waved it, but he saw that it was not only thatch that was falling from the sky - countless pottery jars exploded, and white phosphorus mixed with iron sand splashed down.

The recruit next to him was hit in the face by phosphorous fire, and his entire face instantly turned into a fireball. He screamed and rolled into the fire holding his companion. The two of them were twisted into charred human shapes in the flames.

The iron rings on the four walls of the city suddenly broke. Iron chains as thick as bowls swung down like giant pythons, sweeping away the entire row of shieldmen.

Some were hung up by chains around their necks, their throats cracking and their cries mingling;

Someone swung a knife to cut the chain, but the broken end wrapped around the wrist like a living thing and tore off the entire arm.

Zheng Chaozong wanted to quickly run down the city wall and head towards the city wall, but he was held tightly by his personal soldiers.

"Let me go!" Zheng Chaozong trembled all over and tried to repel the guards, but was pulled down by other guards again.

Zheng Chaozong could only watch the eight hundred elite soldiers wailing in the fire. He suddenly felt something and looked up at the opposite city wall, only to see an octogenarian in a vermilion official robe looking at him.

"Wen Yanbo!" Zheng Chaozong gritted his teeth.

Wen Yanbo was seen tapping the bricks on the wall with his crowbar, a sneer on his face.

When Zheng Chaozong broke free from his personal guards, his palms were already stained with blood.

The screams coming from the city wall were like steel needles piercing the brain, and the muffled sound of iron chains grinding flesh mixed with the hissing sound of burning white phosphorus tore the night sky of Chunming Gate into charred pieces.

He saw the ivory in Wen Yanbo's hand shining coldly. The old thief was tapping the ice edge on the top of the city wall with his tablet. When the debris fell, it was in the same rhythm as the wailing of the eight hundred Jingsai soldiers.

"General Zheng has good tactics."

Wen Yanbo's voice was wrapped in the wind and snow. He used a clever trick to deceive the fool Li Changzuo, and then he attacked the pass with light cavalry. He is really a man of great skill and courage. "

The torches behind him flickered, illuminating the densely packed crossbows behind the battlements - those dark shadows that Zheng Chaozong had mistaken for scarecrows were actually powerful crossbowmen covered in straw mats.

Zheng Chaozong's lance came out of its sheath half an inch with a "buzz".

Suddenly, a gong sounded from the top of the city wall.

Wen Yanbo's sword hit the bricks of the city wall so hard that the dome of the city wall cracked into dozens of cracks.

The boiling tung oil poured down like a waterfall, turning the dying soldiers into sizzling pillars of fire.

Zheng Chaozong's personal soldiers suddenly grabbed his cloak, and a poisoned crossbow arrow brushed past his ear and pierced into the city wall, the feathers at the tail of the arrow still stained with unmelted snow.

"You old bastard! Fight me in the wild if you dare!"

Zheng Chaozong roared and threw out the lance.

The iron spear cut through the wind and snow, but was stopped by the city defense iron net three inches away from Wen Yanbo. Sparks splashed onto the old thief's official robe, burning it into charred spots.

Wen Yanbo slowly dusted off the ashes, gently lifted his ivory tablet, and said with a smile: "There are no heroes in this era, but you guys have become famous. If I were in power, I would never let you traitors have the situation you have today, haha."

Zheng Chaozong knelt on one knee, his palm tightly grasping the frozen soil in the cracks of the bricks.

The charred corpses of eight hundred Jingsai soldiers rose up into black smoke in the city wall, mixed with snow particles that hit the back of his neck and burned into fine blood blisters.

When he looked up, bloodshot eyes almost overflowed from his eye sockets: "Wen Yanbo! As revenge for today, Zheng will definitely kill the entire Wen family."

"Full family?"

Wen Yanbo's ivory tablet suddenly pointed inside Chunming Gate, and torches illuminated dozens of figures with their hands tied behind their backs.

The old man in the lead had white hair soaked in blood. He was Zheng Chaozong's uncle. On his chest hung a half-burnt token with the Chinese character "Zheng" on it. When it swayed in the wind, the word "Ni" burned in by the iron on his back was revealed.

Zheng Chaozong's roar came to an abrupt end. He watched his uncle being pinned to the top of the city wall. A flash of cold light appeared, and a white-haired head rolled down the steps, leaving a scarlet trail on the snow.

Wen Yanbo slowly wiped the blood stains off Chaoqian: "At midnight last night, all 317 people from Zhengjiazhuang were buried in the mass grave outside Jinguang Gate."

Suddenly, a group of children rushed out of Chunming Gate. The youngest was only four or five years old, and they all had oil-soaked hemp ropes tied around their necks.

When Wen Yanbo raised his hand, the city defense soldiers threw torches at the crowd, and the flames instantly swallowed up the childish cries.

Zheng Chaozong's personal soldiers held his waist tightly to prevent him from falling off the city wall - his legs were weak from the severe pain. It was the arrow wound he got when he saved his nephew three years ago, and it was now throbbing like a fire piercing his heart.

"Old bastard! I want you to be torn into pieces!"

Zheng Chaozong gritted his teeth and blood foam sprayed onto the bricks and condensed into ice crystals.

The jade pendant on his waist suddenly slipped to the ground and shattered. It was the last warmth of his mother before she died, and now it turned into sharp jade chips that pierced into his palm.

Wen Yanbo stroked his beard and smiled, and picked up a roll of yellow silk to ask: "Look what this is?" Under the candlelight, the four large cinnabar characters "Imperially Granted for Rebellion" made Zheng Chaozong's eyes go black.

Wen Yanbo leisurely unfolded the imperial edict, his voice shrouded in ice: "Zheng Chaozong colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country, and his entire clan should be executed. In consideration of your bravery, I have specially allowed you to keep your body intact--"

"Pooh!" Zheng Chaozong suddenly laughed out loud.

He broke away from his personal guards and tore open his bloodstained shirt. The scars on his chest were as ferocious as a beast in the firelight. "Wen Yanbo, do you think that killing my people will stop me from rebelling?"

He suddenly pulled out the short blade from his boot and cut off a large piece of flesh from his right arm. "From today on, Zheng's surname will be 'Chou'!"

The broken blade scratched across the city wall, and the bloody mark of the word "revenge" and Zheng Chaozong's military flag were swallowed up by the wind and snow at the same time.

(End of this chapter)