Chapter 7 Bloody Opening

General Mengyang Zhentian was dressed in bright lacquered brass heavy armor and looked as solemn as a piece of armor on his body. He stared at the imperial edict in his hand and sighed faintly, "The empire has changed!"

"Father, what's the matter?" Ye Yuanhong is also dressed in bright armor, and he also wears a golden life-keeping lock around his neck. The lock is small and delicate, and it is carved with a rhity that symbolizes the night country. This is the tradition of the Night Kingdom. When a boy becomes an adult, he will give him a small lock and lock his life, so that the little ghosts in the underworld can't take him away. Another reason is that Ye Guo Shangwu, and the boys are proud of being in the army. With this small lock engraved with their own names, even if the family dies, they can recognize the body so that they can return to their hometown. Ye Yuan Honggui was also prepared to die on the battlefield for the son of General Tian of Mengyang Town. Since he was born in the Ye family, he should have the awareness of death in battle and Ma Ge's corpse.

The bronze face of Yeming Mountain was resolute, and the muscles on his face trembled and said solemnly, "The emperor just came to the news that the emperor has died." When he first received the news, he only felt that his head was big. Once the emperor died, the ministers would be in chaos. All kinds of unstable factors would spread like cancer and eroding the heritage of Mengyang for more than 300 years. But what shocked him more was the following of the imperial edict: "The general of Mengyang Zhentian commanded the 100,000 light armored brigade, with the southern Liang country and the light cavalry of the State of Shen, and attacked the foreign enemy. Be sure to stop the enemy's aliens from the imperial capital, and hope that the general will be brave and loyal to Mengyang forever.

"Is the imperial capital allowed to go to war? Did Grandpa change his mind? Or is it the edict issued by the prince?" Ye Yuanhong was excited - he could finally go to the battlefield to fight.

"Well, neither." Ye Mingshan said coldly, "The prince and the second prince are dead. It was the third prince who issued the edict, and the third prince is now the emperor of Mengyang."

"What?" Ye Yuanhong was stunned in an instant. There was only one possibility that the third prince killed his brother and father to take office. He met the third prince Wan Yujun. He was not a few years older than himself. He always smiled gently and had a faint sadness on his face. When he interacted with him, he always made people feel happy like a spring breeze. But he never thought that such a person could kill his brother and seek power? He really didn't expect it.

"The third prince doesn't taste good. I don't think either the nobles of the imperial capital nor our major vassal states would expect this result. Humph, I don't think Wan Yujun can control the situation. He had no contact with the ministers before, so how could he get support? He broke Mengyang's current delicate balance in one fell swoop. At present, it is important to fight against the Chinassi clan, and the ministers can temporarily restrain it. It is estimated that once the Chinassi clan retreats, the whole Mengyang will be in chaos, and even several vassal states will rebel. Ye Mingshan said with a grim look. Although Yeguo is detached from the princes, it still has to plan for the future of Yeguo and Mengyang in advance. After all, everything is unpredictable, just like no one expected that the third prince would finally seize power.

Ye Mingshan pulled out the bright Zhanlu sword, looked at his reflection on the sword, and said in a sonorous voice, "Let's pass on our military order, and the three armies must be separated from the enemy before the imperial capital.

The blue veins of his sword-held hand soared. Mengyang has been stable for too long, and the blood that originally existed in the bones of the whole empire has been exhausted. The god in charge of the war is finally going to let the torrent of steel rage, and let the scarlet of blood and fire light up the glory of the warriors.

Mengyang, Yining City.

Chi Na Si King Bo Ri Post. Chi Nasi stood on the high tower, accompanied by firelight looking at the magnificent iron horse in the city. The heavy cavalry of the black horse waved five feet long*. Every time his arms were waved, several heads flew with scarlet blood. The ears were full of screams and horseshoes. The galloping cavalry shuttled through the streets and alleys of Yining City. They held torches and threw them into the buildings. The towering buildings of the city were covered with fire, and the night sky above the city was burned to sunset blood.

"Your Majesty, we have killed all the soldiers guarding the city. This is the head of the city owner." A vigorous rider knelt on the ground devoutly and bowed down deeply. He was entangled with a few bundles of hair hanging on the ground. He raised his hands high and held the head of an angry person with his eyes. There was still blood flowing from the head and neck along the arms of the vigorous cavalry along the pattern on the iron armor.

The king looked at the bloody head and played with his last look before his death - panic? Angry? Or unwilling? But in the end, these expressions can be classified as a word 'hate'. His angry eyes were still shining in the firelight, and his clenched teeth made his face crooked by pain more ferocious. The expression before death can most expose people's hearts. This kind of unwillingness, anger, and hatred suddenly made the fiery night suddenly become sensive.

The king turned his head, looked at the chaotic scene in the city, and said for a moment of meditation, "My order is to kill all those who are higher than the saber, half of the women are left, and all the children and old people are killed."

"The slaughter order? Father Khan is a big city of 200,000 people--" Suil and Ke trembled, took a cold breath and exclaimed.

The king ignored his son's reaction, but stared at the city with long eyes and said, "Su Rile, don't sympathize with the weak, and don't be blinded by blood. If someone laughs, someone will cry, if someone raises a knife, someone will drop their head, and if someone is favored by God, someone will be abandoned by God. And now, God is standing with us and looking at this lonely world.

"But the slaughter order--" Suille and Ke's voice trembled, and the hand that stopped the ardor stretched out weakly.

"Don't just think about the enemy, children, think about our warriors and poor grassland people, who follow the king to leave the familiar grassland, fight and bleed, just want to make the people live a better life. We just want to survive and let them kill happily and rob gold and women when we win the battle. These are countless times more benevolent and moral than the hypocritical southerners. As long as the people are happy, it's up to them. The king stretched out his horse whip to press down Suzile and Ke's arm and said. His dark face is as calm as a calm lake, but it makes people feel a sense of intimia that only in the face of the vast sea. At this moment, the king is like a majestic Tengri (representing the sky in ancient Mongolian), which is irreversible.

"Son, you are still soft-hearted. There is still a fear of blood, killing and death in your heart. You are my son. You will take over my tents, cattle and sheep in the future, and the right to live an ever-old Chinas family. You are destined to be a big man. Don't you know what we are doing? Mengyang's historians will write us down, and they will tremble and hold our names in the notes. When they read it thousands of years later, their descendants will tremble and fear as they face us. We, the wolves on the grassland, are carving an immortal mark in the weak Mengyang people's hearts. We are doing such a big thing. The king's nose sniffed gently in the air, as if the bloody and burnt smell in the air fascinated him like the fragrance of wine.

The slaughter order has been passed on to every samurai by scouts, and the air suddenly became feverish like boiling. The blood-stained faces of the warriors were blurred and twisted, and only the whiteness of their teeth was still clear. The expression was like a demon roaring.

A warrior pulled a girl's hair and dragged her to the street. He reached out to tear off the bright red skirt on the girl's body, revealing a white calf. The girl struggled desperately, shouted, and dragged her legs out bright red blood on the ground. The warrior touched the girl's cheek and grinned, but his laughter suddenly turned into a scream, and the girl bit his hand fiercely. The warrior angrily smashed her head on the ground, reached out and pulled out *, and the knife fell. The girl's head rolled far away, and scarlet blood splashed a large pool on the ground, reflecting her bright red dress, beating like a flame.

The sound of swinging knives around, the blunt sound of the blade cutting into the flesh and blood, and the screams of Mengyang people met into a tragic music under the moon, and the scene of tyranny on the earth began in blood. It's not their fault that the simple herdsmen on the grassland put on their armor and become murderous demons. In fact, no one is wrong. This chess game of the world is not controlled by mortals, as the king said: if someone is favored by God, someone will be abandoned by God. And God is staring at this land at this moment, playing with people's most uncontrollable despair and madness. In God's eyes, all life is not worthy of pity.

The king said lightly, "This is just the beginning." There was no sympathy or pity in his eyes, and he couldn't even see what he was thinking at this moment. Sujile and Ke couldn't stand it anymore and simply closed their eyes, but the scream rushed into his ear more unscrupulously, making it difficult for him to bear.

The king looked at his son and finally had a trace of expression - a bitter smile and muttered, "Bad boy!"

At this time, another scout came running. On the back of the horse was a young warrior in black. He gasped and stared at the king. He couldn't speak, but there was scarlet blood foam gushing out from the corners of his mouth. He sat on the horse's back and did not kneel down or say anything. He just stared at the king like a cow. The warriors around the king pulled out their knives one after another and surrounded the king in the middle, guarding against this inexplicable scout.

Suil and Ke opened their eyes. He had seen this young scout. He will weave a beautiful straw hat with the most common golden needle grass on the grassland, blow out melodious tunes in his mouth, and ride a horse raised by himself at the horse festival to shake off six or seven horses. He is a young man who is very attractive to girls. At this moment, the young man's violent eyes seemed to see the most horrible thing. The young man's chest heaved violently, trying to breathe smoothly.

The king pushed away the guarded warrior beside him, went to the scout on horseback, personally palmed the horse for him, and reached out to help the young scout, as if he were holding him down from the horse. The young man's eyes suddenly stopped, and his chest no longer fluctuated. pu——”

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the young man fell from the horse and fell into the king's arms. He stared at the king with his last strength and said intermittently, "Night-night--, one hundred-fifty miles-far-", and then his eyes lost his brilliance, and his empty eyes stared at the bright moon in the sky. The bright and bright moon on the grassland covered the young man with plain gauze in a foreign country. , let him rest quietly.

Only then did the king and the warriors find that there were five sharp arrows side by side behind the young scouts. The dark red blood had already solidified, and the arrow feathers had been dyed red. The young scout exhausted his last vitality and conveyed the news to the king's ears. His task was completed, and there was finally a satisfied smile on his face when he died, smiling happily as if he won the first place at the horse racing festival.

The king's eyes brushed the young scout's face with his extremely heavy hands, making him close his round eyes. He silently pulled out the arrow on his back for the young scout and said, "Find a beautiful place and bury him."

He lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained arrows in the moonlight, and the sharp arrows were as vicious as the core of a poisonous snake under the dark red blood. The king said solemnly, "The light armored brigade of the Night Kingdom has come, let the warriors put on their horses and prepare to crush the timid and weak Mengyang infantry with my invincible iron horse." With that, the king broke the five arrows in his hand and threw them on the ground fiercely.