Chapter 2818 Volunteer, Confucian Sage Leads the Army

Above the court, in the Jinluan Hall, the civil and military officials walked through the Meridian Gate in a calm atmosphere, crossed the Jinshui Bridge, and stopped at the positions that matched their official positions. The princes walked past Danbi and entered the magnificent Jinluan Hall.

Today's court meeting started a little later than usual. Because of the sudden incident, there was originally no court meeting today. It was not until dawn that the palace sent people to notify the court one by one. It was very strict and asked the officials not to do so. No matter what excuse you use to ask for leave, as long as you are not dead, you will have to be carried into the palace.

The officials in the capital were all experienced people, and they immediately realized that the situation was urgent. Something big must have happened. Everyone did not dare to neglect and rushed towards the palace.

The princes entered the Jinluan Hall in an orderly manner, arranged neatly and silently. At this time, Wang Wenzhen, the first assistant, slowly turned his head and glanced behind him. A young figure came into view. His expression was slightly gloomy. It was Xu Zisheng, but it was supposed to be. The one in Tsing Yi.

A quarter of an hour later, Emperor Yuanjing and Emperor Yongxing came in from the back of the palace. The two days were hanging in the air. Emperor Yuanjing sat on the dragon chair. Emperor Yongxing sat aside like a companion. From this, it can be seen that Emperor Yuanjing Still firmly in control of power, suppressing Emperor Yongxing.

Emperor Yuan Jing looked extremely poor at this time, his eyes were dim, his face was pale, and his whole body was hunched over, giving people an inexplicable feeling of sadness, as if he had suffered a major blow and his own father had died. His eyes were filled with tears, his skin was dry and lackluster, and he looked extremely haggard.

The old eunuch came out at the right time and waved the whip in his hand to signal the princes to be silent. There was silence in the Jinluan Palace, and the clear voice of the old eunuch echoed.

"Something's happening."

After the words fell, the chief assistant Wang Wenzhen stepped out of the queue with a sad expression and said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from the northeast. Wei Yuan led his army deep into the enemy's territory, captured the Wushen Cult's main altar, and sacrificed his life for the country. Of the 100,000 troops, only more than 16,000 people were withdrawn!"

In an instant, dull and stiff faces appeared in the hall. A few seconds later, the entire Jinluan Hall was boiling and exploded in an instant. Everyone couldn't believe what they heard and couldn't help but dig their ears with their little fingers.

"quiet!"

The old eunuch swung his whip and hit the smooth ground with a loud cracking sound, but he could not suppress the noise of the ministers. Everyone was shocked and lost their composure. It was not possible to calm down with just a few scoldings.

The 100,000-strong army was almost completely destroyed. This was undoubtedly a blow to the head and even shook the foundation of Dafeng. What was even more serious was the death of Dafeng’s military god, Wei Yuan in green. Regardless of Wei Yuan’s political opponents, they were always ready He shouted, "Your Majesty, please chop off the head of this ferocious dog."

But in fact, regardless of whether they admit it or not, in the hearts of all the ministers in the court, Wei Yuan is the pillar of Dafeng, the minister who supports the country, and the pillar that supports the sky.

If I had to use a poem to describe the importance of Wei Yuan, then it would probably be that sentence: The mainstay of the human world is this peak.

Although King Huai is a third-grade warrior, he can guard one side. He is still far from supporting the Central Plains of the world. Only Wei Yuan, the great military god who has won the battle of mountains and seas, is the one who truly makes all the major forces in Kyushu fear. Twenty years ago, Wei Yuan beat them to the point of pain and fear.

Now, the true pillar of the country, the highest peak in the world, has collapsed. Everyone instinctively does not want to believe this fact, but the eight-hundred-mile accelerated military battle report has never been wrong in the six hundred years since the founding of the country. After all, this was a serious crime involving beheading, and there was no room for error.

Emperor Yuan Jing watched this scene silently, without joy or sadness. Emperor Yongxing was like a little transparent, huddled aside. Silence is golden. He was a son above the court and did not dare to oppose any decision of his father. Compared to when he was the prince, he only had the title of emperor, but nothing else had changed.

After a long time, the noise in the hall gradually subsided, and Emperor Yuan Jing looked at the ministers with a sad face, his voice was a bit hoarse,

"My lords, what should we do about this matter?"

The chief assistant Wang Wenzhen stepped out of the queue again, his style was extremely tough, and he answered loudly.

"I feel that we should mobilize people from all states to use the entire country's troops to march to the northeast, unite with the demons and barbarians, and defeat the Witch God Cult in one fell swoop."

"Dafeng has lost nearly 100,000 horses. They are all my people, my children. Wang Aiqing, how can you make me have the heart to start a war again?"

Emperor Yuan Jing seemed extremely reluctant and said with pity on his face, "What a monarch who loves his people like a son. His pretentiousness is disgusting."

A thick sarcastic smile hung on Xu Zisheng's face, the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he looked directly at the thirty-seventh emperor in the world, with an astonishing murderous intention deep in his eyes.

"His Majesty!"

The chief assistant Wang Wenzhen suddenly raised his voice and retorted firmly with emotion.

"According to the battle report, Wei Yuan has captured Jingshan City. The Wushen Sect has suffered heavy losses, and nearly 70% of the masters of the general altar have been lost. The Yan Kingdom has been drilled through the hinterland by the army, and the troops are approaching the city. Now those difficult cities have been captured by Wei Yuan. Jing Kingdom After months of fighting in the north, we have suffered heavy losses and are restrained by the demonic barbarians in the north. At present, only Kang State has a relatively intact military force. If we fight again at this time, the descendants of Dafeng will no longer have any trouble with the Wushen Cult. "

Wang Wenzhen's suggestion won the approval of most of the nobles and generals. Wei Yuan had exhausted the national power of the Wushen Sect and captured the main altar of the Wushen Sect. The Yanguo dangerous barrier that hindered Dafeng's army no longer existed. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Wang Aiqing! You must not resort to force!"

Emperor Yuan Jing waved his hand, with an inscrutable look on his face, and rejected the proposal with deep meaning.

The Prime Minister Wang Wenzhen looked at the emperor sitting on the dragon throne, opened his mouth, and retreated sadly. His retreat would turn the wheel of history in another direction.

If people in the future look back on this period of history, analyze the national strength of Dafeng and Wushenjiao, and compare the combat power of both sides, they will certainly agree that if Dafeng can be ruthless at this time, fight the national strength of the next ten years, and go to war against Wushenjiao, then Wushenjiao, a giant that has dominated the 60,000 miles of rivers and mountains in the northeast for thousands of years, will collapse and it will be difficult to rise again.

Poor Wei Yuan finally won the opportunity to win for the Central Plains and took a breath, but now it will be wasted.

Emperor Yuan Jing no longer looked at the Prime Minister Wang Wenzhen who had retreated to the team, but instead glanced at the ministers and asked.

"What do you think, my dear ministers, how should this matter be dealt with?"

University Scholar Zhao Chuanfang stepped out and saw that Wang Wenzhen's proposal was rejected, so he could only propose compensatory measures.

"I think that 20,000 troops should be drawn from the states adjacent to Xiang, Jing and Yu, and deployed at the border. The remnants of the troops should also be left at the border of the three states to prevent the counterattack of the Wushen Cult. In addition, since Duke Wei has died, Your Majesty must send another person to lead the army."

Emperor Yuan Jing took a look and saw that Zhao Chuanfang had finished speaking, nodded and said.

"What Minister Chen said is very true."

At this time, the Left Censor-in-Chief Yuan Xiong, the treacherous villain who was almost beaten to death by Xu Zisheng, was as vigorous as a cockroach, and was alive and kicking again. He looked up at Emperor Yuan Jing and said.

"If Your Majesty is in favor of peace, then you should discuss the relevant matters as soon as possible and confirm the peace envoys to be sent to the northeast."

If Wang Wenzhen and Zhao Chuanfang are both firm hardliners, then Yuan Xiong is a standard peace-seeking faction, a soft bone. ,

Even the mild-mannered Zhao Chuanfang could not help but glare at Yuan Xiong fiercely. He deliberately did not mention peace talks because he still wanted to fight with the Wushen Cult and avenge Wei Yuan.

Emperor Yuan Jing nodded slowly, with a somewhat relieved smile on his face, and said affirmatively.

"Good."

Obviously, the Emperor Taizong of Dafeng was also a peace-seeking party in his heart. He did not intend to continue fighting, and even wanted to cede land and pay compensation. Even Yuan Xiong said so at his instruction.

Xu Zisheng could no longer bear it. He stepped out of the queue without saluting and walked straight to Yuan Xiong behind him. Everyone was looking forward to it, with a faint expectation, ready to watch the show.

Yuan Xiong showed a look of fear on his face, retreated repeatedly, staggered, raised his arm tremblingly, pointed at Xu Zisheng, and stammered.

"Xu, Xu Zisheng, what are you going to do? This is the Golden Palace. How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the two emperors!"

Xu Zisheng's face was calm. He stood in front of Yuan Xiong and looked at the Left Imperial Censor quietly. Yuan Xiong covered his cheeks with both hands and looked at the Confucian sage in fear. He was obviously ready to be beaten.

Xu Zisheng grinned and laughed loudly. The laughter was so loud that people looked at him puzzledly.

"Bah, beating you will dirty my hands!"

Xu Zisheng despised Yuan Xiong very much. He spit on Yuan Xiong fiercely. He slowly turned around and looked directly at Emperor Yuan Jing on the steps. His expression was cold and firm. He said in a deep voice.

"I am willing to lead the troops to fight. If I cannot defeat the Wushen Cult, I will never turn back!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Xu Zisheng in surprise. Everyone knew that this was the sub-sage of Confucianism, with strong cultivation and terrifying strength, but no one had ever heard that he had the ability to lead troops to fight. Suddenly, there was a commotion, and the old eunuch once again cracked his whip. The crisp sound resounded throughout the hall, but it was useless.

The Prime Minister Wang Wenzhen's expression moved slightly, and he turned his head and looked deeply at Xu Zisheng. He remembered that two hundred years ago, the commanders of the Dafeng Army were all Confucianists. He immediately became energetic and also stepped out of the line and said in a deep voice.

"I second the proposal. With Xu Yasheng going out, the Wushen Cult will surely be defeated and return with a great victory!"

Zhao Chuanfang and other cabinet ministers obviously knew this point, and stepped out of the line to express their agreement.

"I also think that with the sub-sage going out, we will surely return with a great victory!"

In an instant, all the ministers in the court stepped out of the line and shouted loudly.

"I and others second the proposal. Let the sub-sage lead the army to go to war, and we will surely return victorious!"

There were originally three parties in the court. Wang Wenzhen agreed, and the Wang party would naturally not object. Xu Zisheng was the leader of the military merit group, and the nobles and generals would naturally agree. The rest was the Wei party. Now that Wei Yuan died in the battle, they naturally wanted to avenge Wei Yuan, and they would not object, so there was a scene where almost all the civil and military officials agreed.

Emperor Yongxing narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about something. Feeling the anger of his father beside him, he could only remain silent and watch coldly.

Emperor Yuan Jing's breathing was obviously much heavier, and his narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. He was extremely angry, but he could do nothing. Xu Zisheng was a sub-sage of the first rank, and he was not someone he could compete with now. The whole court supported him. Even if he was the emperor, the emperor, he still needed to weigh the pros and cons and consider the opinions of everyone.

"Xu Zisheng!"

"It's almost there. As long as I become a first-class land immortal, I won't have to worry about this Confucian sub-sage. Just be patient for a while!"

Emperor Yuan Jing's thoughts were churning. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and murderous intent, and slowly exhaled before speaking.

"Now Dafeng can only mobilize 20,000 troops from Xiangzhou. Since Lord Xu is so confident, you can lead the army to go to war!"

Xu Zisheng nodded, he knew that Emperor Yuan Jing would definitely not give him too many troops, and 20,000 troops would obviously be a perfunctory way to deal with him, but he didn't care, all he wanted was a name, 20,000 troops, plus the remnants of Wei Yuan's army. There are more than 16,000 people and nearly 40,000 troops, which is enough for him to repel the Witch God Sect.

"I accept the decree!"

Xu Zisheng shouted loudly, with his back straight and without saluting. His behavior was extremely arrogant and domineering, which made Emperor Yuan Jing's anger rise again.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Zisheng turned and left without looking back, looking at Emperor Yuan Jing and others as if they were nothing.

"Retreat!"

Emperor Yuan Jing snorted coldly, and stood up and walked towards the back hall. There was irrepressible anger in his voice, which frightened Emperor Yongxing's body to tremble slightly, and he also stood up and left.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

Chief Assistant Wang Wenzhen took the lead in bowing, with a deep expression on his face, looking at Emperor Yuan Jing's back with some dissatisfaction. How could he not know what His Majesty was planning? He obviously didn't want Xu Zisheng to win.

Xu Zisheng left Kyoto City alone, without an expedition ceremony, and without an army following him. Because the 20,000 troops promised by Emperor Yuan Jing were originally soldiers and horses from Xiangzhou on the border, Xu Zisheng's expedition was more like a big joke. He only got 20,000 troops to take over Xiangzhou. The empty promise of the soldiers and horses was just Emperor Yuan Jing's perfunctory dealing with Xu Zisheng.

Xu Zisheng stood outside the city of Kyoto and looked back. On top of the city, the chief assistant Wang Wenzhen and several cabinet bachelors were standing here, looking solemnly at the most embarrassed general in history. How could he be alone? Your Majesty, the commander-in-chief of the army, has gone too far. He simply treats national affairs as child's play.

There was a faint look of anger on the faces of Wang Wenzhen and others, but there was nothing they could do. With Wei Yuan dead, Emperor Yuan Jing seemed to have completely let go of his hands and feet, lost some scruples, and began to act unscrupulously. Now he used the name of an empty-headed general to send Xu Zisheng away. When we reach the border of Xiangzhou, there may be trouble in the court in the future.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts and return victorious!"

Chief Assistant Wang Wenzhen and several cabinet academicians bowed and shouted solemnly. They know whether Dafeng can survive the difficulties this time depends on Xu Zisheng. To save the building from falling, even if there are tens of millions of people, I will go!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xu Zisheng laughed loudly and was extremely heroic. Emperor Yuan Jing really underestimated him. Even if he was not given 20,000 soldiers and horses, and he was only allowed to lead Wei Yuan's remnant army of 16,000 people, he was still confident that he could defeat the Wushen Sect. , Although Wei Yuan is a great military god, his military skills may not be as good as Xu Zisheng's, not to mention the greater difference in strength between the two.

"I'll go too!"

Xu Zisheng laughed loudly, and his figure instantly disappeared outside the city of Kyoto, heading to the border of Xiangzhou.

On the border of Xiangzhou, at Yuyang Pass, the desolate barking of dogs echoed in the sky, circling in circles in the far distant sky.

At the top of the city, the soldiers shook their heads, and a centurion spat out a mouthful of phlegm and cursed.

"The bastards from the Yan Kingdom are here to show off their power again."

The target was too high and too far, beyond the range of the crossbow. The flying beast scouts were very experienced and would not give Da Feng, a high-level warrior, a chance. If something went wrong, he would immediately let the dog fly away. Even a fourth-level master could not control the air. Catch up with this strange beast known for its speed.

In the military camp under the city, more than 10,000 soldiers gathered here. These people were the remnants of Wei Yuan's army, and more than 80,000 others remained on the battlefield forever.

The atmosphere in the entire military camp was extremely depressing. Although they had won a great victory, penetrating through the hinterland of the Yan Kingdom and capturing the main altar of the Witch God Sect, such a victory, let alone more than 80,000 lives, even if it was 100,000 or 200,000, was still It was a good deal, because the number of people from the Witch God Sect who died in this battle, including ordinary people and soldiers, totaled one million.

However, Wei Yuan died in the battle. The death of the Great Feng Army God made all the soldiers feel as if the sky had fallen. They couldn't get up their spirits. They had a ball of anger in their hearts and wanted to vent it, but they didn't know who to vent it to. One hundred thousand The army went on an expedition without even food and supplies. Even so, they still achieved brilliant results.

The whole camp was leaderless, everyone was disheartened, had no energy, and didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the sky above the camp, wearing a wide Confucian shirt, as white as snow, unstained by dust, like a banished immortal, independent from the world, looking down at the soldiers in the camp, and said loudly.

"I am the Grand Scholar of Wenhua Palace, the Minister of the Ministry of War, the new commander of Dafeng, Xu Zisheng, the Marquis of Yong'an!"

"All officers and men listen to the order, gather the whole army to fight, and follow my horses to the enemy camp!"

Haoran's righteousness soared into the sky, upright and unyielding, majestic and majestic. The blazing white light shone throughout the Yangguan, and the sound shook the world. The flying beast scouts of the Yan Kingdom flying high in the sky were instantly evaporated by Haoran's righteousness, leaving nothing behind. trace.

"The last general takes command!"

Wu'an Hou Xu Shijun was in a mess, his armor was damaged, and his aura was much weaker. He was a third-grade immortal warrior who survived the Battle of Jingshan. He was now the highest-ranking general in the camp. He would naturally support him. His own son was the first to express his stance.

After Marquis Wu'an, there were several watchmen Jin Luo. These people also had weak auras and full of grief and anger. Looking at Xu Zisheng standing in the void, a bit of fighting spirit flashed in his eyes and he said proudly.

"The last general takes command!"

In an instant, the entire military camp was in motion. The remaining 16,000 troops, plus 20,000 Xiangzhou soldiers and horses, totaling 36,000 people, were ready for battle.

At this moment, a sword light flashed through the void, and two people landed here, Tianzong Saint Li Miaozhen, Yin Luo Xu Qi'an, Wei Yuan died in battle, how could Xu Qi'an not come.

"Xu Qi'an, who holds a humble position, is willing to go to war with the Marquis and welcome Duke Wei back!"

Xu Zisheng looked solemn, with a fighting spirit. His eyes moved slightly, and he glanced at the sad and angry Xu Qian'an, nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"Xu Qian'an, join the team!"

"Yes!"

Xu Qian'an no longer had the playful smile of the past. He was extremely serious. He bowed and stood beside several golden gongs, with a strong fighting spirit.

Xu Zisheng looked around at the soldiers, his expression was extremely cold, his eyes were majestic, and he said in a deep voice.

"We must win this battle, and we will not return until Jingshan is conquered!"

Thirty-six thousand soldiers drew their swords and shouted loudly. The shouts shook the sky, and the crowd was excited. The air was ignited, full of fighting spirit and fighting spirit, and everyone vented their frustration.

"We must win! We will not return until Jingshan is conquered!"

"We must win! We will not return until Jingshan is conquered!"