Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

The bronze medicine furnace in the tent spewed out green smoke, which mixed with the smell of blood and condensed into a strange gray mist.

When Chu Ning opened the curtain, he saw Ran Ming crushing the medicine bowl with his bare hands, and he was not even aware of the porcelain pieces penetrating deeply into his palm.

The military doctor retreated again and again holding the blood-stained linen, and the medicine soup left an incomplete map of the Jin State on the felt carpet.

"Your Highness, the last general invites you to fight!"

Ran Ming struggled to break free from the half-wrap bandage, and the penetrating wound on his shoulder blade burst again, staining the plain gauze he had just put on into crimson.

When he slammed his knee on the ground, grains of sand fell from the gaps in his chain mail - those were the debris that accidentally entered during last night's fight.

Chu Ning pretended not to hear and walked straight to the copper basin in the corner of the tent to wash his hands. The blood swaying in the gilded dragon basin reflected his furrowed brow.

The eagle-shaped candlestick in the tent suddenly burst into flames, and Chu Ning's shadow stretched long across the tent, just enough to cover Ran Ming who was kneeling on the ground:

"You have followed me for six years, and this is the most serious injury you have ever suffered!"

The prince gently stroked the broken spear on the table with his fingertips. It was the murder weapon taken out from Ran Ming's wound: "I don't want to lose such a great general like you!"

"You won't have to participate in the battle to destroy the capital of Jin."

Ran Ming raised his head suddenly, the iron armor covering his face knocking against the bronze breastplate with a clanging sound, he was very unwilling.

After much difficulty in defeating the Tang army, they were unable to participate in the battle to destroy the Jin Dynasty!

"I can still fight."

The iron tower-like man's voice suddenly became hoarse, and his fists scratched the carpet into five cracks.

Outside the tent could be heard the wailing of wounded soldiers, mixed with the sound of crows pecking at corpses.

Chu Ning suddenly overturned the medicine case, and the deer fetus Ganoderma lucidum rolled all over the floor. The jade pendant on the prince's waist hit the scabbard and broke into two pieces.

"Look at your right hand!" Chu Ning, who was always gentle, shouted harshly for the first time.

Ran Ming subconsciously looked at his trembling fingertips. The numbness left by last night's fatal blow was still flowing through his meridians.

Chu Ning ripped off the bandage on his chest, revealing the wound that had not yet scabbed over, which was dark purple: "The Yin energy left by the Mo Dao has damaged the lung meridian. If you continue to fight, you will be disabled!"

Outside the tent, the north wind blew up the remaining flags, caused the tent curtains to fly, and a gust of hot wind whistled in.

Ran Ming suddenly remembered the axe that he used to chop at Yuchi Gong last night. If the prince had not hidden a spring in the axe handle in advance, he would have been the one pierced through the heart by the Mo Dao.

"The new soldiers in Qin need training, so you don't need to worry about Jin. Just take care of your own business."

Chu Ning slammed the tiger talisman on the table, and the collision between the black iron and the dark wood made a dull sound.

"In three months, I want to see a strong army that can confront the Tang army head-on."

As he spoke, he took off his black fox cloak and threw it to Ran Ming. The silver wolf fur on the collar still had body temperature. "If you can't heal your wound, bring your head to me."

When the imperial guards brought the sedan chair, Ran Ming noticed that the four bearers had a strong aura and it was obvious that they were people with outstanding martial arts skills.

The prince actually assigned his personal guard to be his sedan bearer. The bandage that had just been torn off suddenly became hot as if burning.

When the sedan chair reached the gate, the sound of neat armor colliding suddenly came from behind.

Eight thousand Chu soldiers held up torches and struck their shields with the backs of their swords. This was their ancient ritual to bid farewell to their seriously injured commander.

"I obey your command..." Ran Ming tightly grasped the black fox cloak, and the old wound under the iron armor suddenly stopped hurting.

When the morning light pierced through the clouds, Ran Ming, escorted by a team of guards, returned to Qin to train troops.

Chu Ning was not idle either. He immediately summoned Jia Yu and gave an order: "The Tang army has been completely annihilated. The Jin State is like a lamb to be slaughtered. Our army should take advantage of the victory and pursue them!"

"Notify Zhao Yu and have him lead his troops to the capital of Jin to meet me."

"Our army will rest here for a day and then march out immediately!"

"Yes!" Jia Yu responded and went downstairs to make arrangements immediately.

The news of the Tang army's defeat soon reached the Jin palace.

This day.

On the nine jade steps of Jinyang Palace, the jade court beads in Ji Yingjie's hand suddenly broke, and seventy-four jade beads bounced on the golden bricks with coiled dragon patterns, just like the sound of war drums when the Chu army's cavalry broke through the Qin Pass.

The urgent military report from Mangshan, which was sent eight hundred miles away, was still rustling on the eunuch's trembling fingertips. The silk book stained with the sweat and blood of the post horse made the pupils of the Emperor of Jin turn red.

The four words "all Tang troops were killed" on it fully describe the cruelty of this battle.

"Trash! They're all trash!"

The Emperor of Jin kicked over the bronze crane incense burner, and the ashes fell on the newly presented memorials on the rosewood imperial desk.

The kneeling figures of the ministers looked very much like the elk shot in the hunting ground yesterday. Even the Minister of War who was in charge of the Privy Council was trembling. The sound of the jade crown hitting the gold bricks was synchronized with the clepsydra.

When the old tutor looked up, he saw the shadow cast by the coiled dragon caisson covering the dragon throne.

At this moment, the cold sweat under Ji Yingjie's crown had soaked through the twelve patterns, making him seem to see the scene of the Chu army attacking the city.

"Your Majesty, do you remember the rebellion in the third year of Tianyou?"

The hoarse voice of the Grand Tutor startled the ministers around him and they all looked over.

He said in a deep voice: "Back then, I led several thousand soldiers to defend the imperial city, relying on the fact that the walls of Jinyang were 37 feet high and the granary had 90,000 stones of grain."

The Grand Tutor picked up the jade court beads that had rolled to his feet, and with his old fingers he stroked the inscription on them: "Forever Guarding the Mountains and Rivers":

"30,000 new soldiers will arrive at the capital in five days. The Lu family of Fanyang has opened their arsenal, and the Wang family of Taiyuan has donated 8,000 private soldiers."

As he spoke, he suddenly crushed the golden string that held the beads. The crisp sound of the jade beads splashing startled the Jin Emperor and made him tremble all over:

"As long as we can hold on for ninety-seven days—"

"Ninety-seven days?"

Ji Yingjie suddenly grabbed the Taifu's jade belt with a questioning look in his eyes.

"The Tang Dynasty has lost 50,000 soldiers, so we must send the Anxi Cavalry for revenge." The Taifu let the jade belt break and took out a yellowed scroll of "A Map of Mountains and Rivers and the State" from his arms.

When the axle rolled down and unfolded, the ministers gasped - the Jinyang City on the map was repainted into a spider web shape with cinnabar, and each secret passage marked the possible attack route of the Chu army.

The old man pointed his dry finger across the Wei River Basin and said, "The Junior Secretary of the Honglu Temple has left the city this morning with the tiger talisman. He is going to the Tang Dynasty to ask for help!"

Dusk suddenly swept over the hall, and the twelve glazed windows were simultaneously covered with dark clouds.

When the thunder exploded, the Emperor of Jin saw his face reflected in the gold brick, distorted like a demon.

He tore off the crown and threw it towards the altar. The crown inlaid with oriental pearls shattered on the jade steps:

"Open the armory! Recruit civilians! Fill the moat with kerosene!"

The roar echoed between the beams and pillars, frightening all the ministers.

They knew that this battle would determine the life and death of the State of Jin, and all of them were no exception.

When the midnight drum sounded, twelve granaries in Jinyang City simultaneously raised smoke signals as a warning.

The defenders watched as the new recruits outside the city stumbled into the city wall. Most of these pale and skinny young men were still holding bamboo spears.

On the city wall, the Grand Tutor had a gloomy face and his eyes were fixed on the new recruits pouring in from outside the city.

This was just to be on the safe side, so he ordered the noble families from all over the country to transfer their private soldiers to the imperial city in advance.

Unexpectedly, his words came true and the Tang army was actually wiped out.

Now, they can only rely on themselves to defend the imperial city and wait for reinforcements from the Tang Dynasty.

He believed that the Tang Dynasty would not give up and would definitely send reinforcements!