Jin Wang Dotes on His Concubine Chapter 197:

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==Chapter 196==

The anti-rebellion army retreated at the first sign of attack, giving up the Yongding Gate they had finally captured.

The soldiers retreated along Yongdingmen Street very quickly without any nostalgia. Even though some soldiers were very confused, they obeyed the military order and quickly followed behind.

"Boss, we managed to capture the Yongding Gate with great difficulty. His Highness had previously ordered that this gate must be secured, but why now..."

This one is always a big man with a hairy face, more than seven feet tall, and he is a famous tiger general at first glance. There are very few cavalry in street fighting, and cavalry cannot be used in such places, so even if he is the leader of this group, he has to run on his feet. He had not slept for a day or two in a row, and his physical strength was already exhausted. He was breathing heavily and was panting when he ran.

"Don't ask too much about this matter. Your Highness has always anticipated the enemy and must have made arrangements. Although many of us have never been on the battlefield, the heroic deeds His Highness led us to fight against the Tatars are still vivid in our minds. Do you question His Highness’s decision?”

The soldier who asked the question scratched his head and laughed dryly: "That's not true. I just think it's strange. You said we fought with the rebels for a city gate before, and how many brothers died, and now it's like this It’s really confusing to give up so easily.”

"Let me figure it out, you are not His Highness! You are still here to be a little soldier! Stop talking nonsense and tell your brothers to speed up!"

Hearing this, the soldier was too busy to say anything more and ran back to ask those following him to speed up.

On the other hand, the leader, the boss, had a wry smile under his full beard.

The people below don't know, but they, the generals, know that King Jin currently has limited troops. The basic idea is to use less against many, to fight by surprise, and to fight with strategy. Because there is no one, guarding the city gate is frustrating and useless. If the enemy is outnumbered, we will retreat, and if the enemy is outnumbered, we will fight back. That's why we fight for each city gate, just like child's play.

In fact, to put it bluntly, His Highness does not want his men to make fearless sacrifices.

This evacuation may be an attempt by His Highness to reduce the strength of his troops. He must be planning to use street fighting to consume the opponent's troops in order to delay time.

But do they have reinforcements?

All the troops in the important areas of the capital are now gathered in the capital. Those who can come have already arrived, and those who cannot come are rebels. Could it be said that His Highness can bring reinforcements from other places? Even if we can move here, will we be able to make up the time? Even the nearest capital defense post is several days' journey from the capital.

No one could give an answer to all these doubts, and the order issued by King Jin was indeed to set up barriers layer by layer along the stronghold where Jin Palace was located, and use the lanes and alleys as the home ground to fight with the rebels. An alley fight.

Although the Third Battalion of Beijing is a majestic division with a great reputation, it has been trapped in the capital for many years. It has not experienced the training of the battlefield and lacks some iron-blooded spirit. In particular, most of the middle and high-level generals in the Beijing Camp are noble sons. You can let these people hunt and fight dogs, but fighting in the lanes is unheard of and unseen.

And King Jin's men were also a mob, made up of scattered generals.

As the saying goes, if a soldier is raging, a general will be raging in a nest. The King of Jin was famous for his deceitful tactics in marching and forming, which meant that he never followed an ordinary path in battle. The Ningguo Duke's mansion has been saving for many years. Although it has been silent for a long time, it still has many confidants.

The King of Jin returned to the capital from Jinzhou this time, seemingly unassuming, but in fact, the generals and generals he brought back were all top-notch elites. Those who have experienced the hardships of the battlefield and those who have never seen what the battlefield is like are two completely different forms. Relying on these inconspicuous grassroots generals, King Jin dispersed all his troops and hid in the lanes to attack the opponent's troops from a pincer.

First, use the terrain to cut and disperse the opponent's large forces, and then defeat them one by one.

Barricades, fences, rockets, tung oil, sandbags, everything that could be used was used. The soldiers and generals of the fifth military camp who were facing the enemy were stunned. They never expected that a war could be fought like this. Not all wars. Will they be crushed to death by the overwhelming crowd?

These people are not only cunning, but also sinister, and their slogans are everywhere in your ears.

"Give up resistance and let bygones be bygones! If you try to resist, you will be punished without mercy!"

"Protect the family and the country, help the country! Punish the traitors and traitors, God bless you!"

Many ordinary soldiers in the Fifth Army Camp had no idea what they were here for. They only knew that there were rebels in Beijing, and they were here to clear out the rebels. But now, before they fight, someone tells them that you are the rebels and traitors, and everyone will panic.

When panic leads to chaos, the most important thing to avoid when marching and fighting is chaos. It doesn't matter if one person is in chaos, but a group of people is in chaos, especially if they are compressed in a narrow alley. Once there is chaos, it will be a disaster.

No one was needed to fight, but countless people were trampled to death. After finally stabilizing the formation, as soon as they raised their heads, the opponent came over.

It's like crying for father and mother, throwing away the armor.

Some people did not forget to fight and preach to them: "The rebels assassinated your majesty today and killed loyal and good ministers. Everyone can kill them. You help the tyrants to commit evil. How can you have any face in the world? Can you be worthy of Jiangdong?" Elders, are you worthy of your parents, wives and children?"

When the morale of the army is confused, it loses its will to fight and will naturally be defeated.

Of course, there are also people who don’t believe these lies and confuse the public. When they are scolded, they retort on the spot. This rebuttal turns into a scolding. A group of military men exchanged insults and greeted each other's female relatives through some obstacles. It was also a great spectacle.

However, this situation is still in the minority. After all, the Fifth Army Camp can become a majestic division, and it is not for nothing. It still has some elite troops. Most of these people just kept their heads down and attacked fiercely. With a small number against a large number, the only ones who were repelled were King Jin's men.

The battle lines kept compressing and compressing inward. Even sitting in Prince Jin's palace, one could hear the sound of killing outside.

At this point, everyone could no longer remain calm. If Er Bao asked again, Yao Niang didn’t know how to answer.

The highest star observation tower in the Jin Palace is three stories high. Two people are standing there.

A man was wearing thin black armor and a cloak with a black face and a red background. He clasped one hand behind his back and quietly stared at the stalemate in the distance. From here it is unclear how many people died and which side of the people fell. All we can see is a black cloud that is swallowing up everything in front of it.

"Your Highness, can our reinforcements arrive in time?"

Prince Jin did not speak, his eyes still cast into the distance.

In the distance, you can vaguely see dust rolling in the distance. The person who asked the question followed it, and a little light bloomed in his eyes.

"Coming!"

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The Forbidden City was as quiet as a deserted place.

The palace maids and eunuchs, who were usually like ants, disappeared overnight without knowing where they were. Occasionally, they would walk in a hurry when they saw one, as if there was a ghost chasing behind them.

Li Dequan sat quietly in the back chamber of Qianqing Palace, his back hunched like a stone statue, unable to move for a long time.

As people get older, their arms and legs lose mobility. Since the death of Emperor Hongjing, Li Dequan seemed to have lost his spirit, and he had aged dozens of years.

Seeing how pitiful he was, some of the young eunuchs who had been serving in Qianqing Palace could not bear to scold him in their hearts.

They are all lonely people, who is scolding whom? Li De was all afraid of death and did bad things, but they were not much better. Those with ambition would not be here now. They had already filled the corpse pit that night. .

The King of Dai exposed his true colors, and Li Dequan was no longer needed, so no one would care about him anymore. As long as he doesn't wander around, he can stay wherever he wants, and Li Dequan's favorite place to stay is the back bedroom, where the body of Emperor Hongjing is still parked.

Because the king was busy with his great undertakings, he didn't even have time to prepare for his father's death. Others didn't dare to move around at will, so he just stayed on the dragon couch. It was hot in July and August, so we couldn't let the corpse stink. Anyway, there was no shortage of ice in the palace, so a lot of ice cubes were brought in to freeze the corpse.

Occasionally, someone would come over and take a look. The corpse was lifelike, and the exposed skin was covered with a thin layer of frost. It wouldn’t be a problem if it were left alone for a while. So King Dai went to fight for his great cause with peace of mind, but he never went to the back palace. Except for Li Dequan and a young **** who is responsible for watching over him, almost no one comes here now.

The palace was so quiet that it was as if time had stopped. Xiao Mozi glanced at Li Dequan who was sitting there and seemed to be asleep from a distance, rubbed the hair on his arms and left.

He didn't want to stay here any longer. A man who had been dead for many days, an old guy who was about to die, felt eerie even before he walked in.

After a while, Li Dequan suddenly stood up from the pedals, crossed the dragon couch lightly, and came to the thick curtain.

Opening the curtain, there is a Duobao Pavilion close to the wall, with many ornaments placed on it. Li Dequan reached out and fiddled with one of the small incense burners a few times. Duobao Pavilion suddenly and silently split into two, revealing a black hole.

He bent down and walked in, and soon Duobao Pavilion returned to its original state. The heavy curtains are still hanging low, and the people on the dragon couch are lifelike.

……

There was an old man lying on the couch. He was not dead, but he looked like a dead man.

Li Dequan's eyes turned red as soon as he saw this person, and he didn't dare to cry anymore. He hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, leaned over and poured the contents of the bottle into the person's mouth.

"This old slave is incompetent and has been watched too closely, but now he can't even make some ginseng soup. Your Majesty, please just drink some for now, and drink more to preserve the dragon's body..."

Emperor Hongjing's complexion was yellow and sickly. He sipped rice soup in his mouth drop by drop. He lived a lifetime. This was the most embarrassing time for him. He didn't blame anyone, he just blamed him for being stubborn and trusting people wrongly.

"How's it going outside?"

"I heard that His Highness the King of Jin has been leading people to confront the Zhonggong group. I don't know the specific old slave. I only know that the king has been angry one after another in the past few days."

"It's a waste of ambition, but it's a pity that it doesn't work. He is no match for Lao Wu." Emperor Hongjing's turbid eyes finally saw some light.

Li Dequan didn't dare to speak, hiding what he heard today. People from the fifth military camp have already entered the city. With the few people in King Jin's hands, how could they be opponents. But he didn't dare to say it, because he was afraid that His Majesty would collapse if he did. His Majesty was at the end of his tether.

No one thought that Chang Jianan would betray Emperor Hongjing, not even himself. During that time, Emperor Hongjing was unconscious. He woke up once, but he hid it because of his suspicious nature. I wanted to recover secretly and order someone to secretly investigate what was going on behind the scenes, but suddenly I found that there was no one available overnight.

Emperor Hongjing suddenly lost his eyes, ears, limbs, and was discovered and brutally murdered. In desperation, he came up with a plan to replace him with a substitute he had raised for many years, and the real Emperor Hongjing was hidden in a secret room by Li Dequan.

It was Emperor Hongjing's suspicion that saved him, but something happened the next night.

Emperor Hongjing has been trapped in this secret room for the past few days. He is rarely awake and mostly unconscious. I don't know what kind of medicine he was given. The poison was so poisonous that it actually made him weak and weak. Many times he couldn't control it at all and fell asleep.

"Don't forget Lingwei."

Emperor Hongjing seemed to have an insight into Li Dequan's thoughts and suddenly said this.

Li Dequan was surprised and asked: "Your Majesty said he was the guard of the imperial mausoleum?"

The Mausoleum of Emperor Qian of Yanshan is located in Yanshan, Changping, not far from the capital.

Several generations of emperors from the Qian Dynasty are buried in this imperial mausoleum. In order to protect the imperial mausoleum from malicious damage, several guards, also known as mausoleum guards, were stationed in the area. These mausoleum guards are neither classified as the Ministry of War nor the Beijing Guards, but they are a hidden force close to the capital.

It's just that Lingwei usually doesn't show his face in front of others, so he is ignored by many people.

Emperor Hongjing hummed, "Don't forget who is there. When I asked Lao Qi to guard the mausoleum, he didn't complain a word. I knew he must have something planned. He thought I didn't know about him. I actually know what you did behind the scenes."

Li Dequan was pleasantly surprised, crying and laughing: "Your Majesty should be lucky, now we can be saved."

Emperor Hongjing felt that chaos was coming again, and his mind began to blur. He tried hard to clear his mind, but found that there was nothing he could do.

His eyes slowly began to become cloudy and his eyelids drooped. A weak voice came from his throat: "Li Dequan, the secret passage of Jingren Palace..."

Li Dequan trembled, his whole body seemed to have been soaked in ice water, and he felt an unprecedented sense of coolness.

"Yes, I know."

The author has something to say: Originally, I wanted to catch up with or even exceed the progress in one go, but unfortunately the manpower was insufficient.

Readers may spend a few minutes reading it, but asking the author to write it requires checking a lot of information, and then organizing the language to write it out. Yesterday I continued to study until about two o'clock in the middle of the night, and got up at about six o'clock in the morning. I reduced the original three thousand words into chapters and expanded it to eleven thousand words.

Yesterday’s chapter was filled to 4,000, and the rest is this morning’s update. The reason why I talk so much nonsense is that some readers may have misunderstood and thought that the author deliberately cheated money. Since you revised yesterday's chapter, why not fill it all into yesterday's chapter and ask readers to spend more money to buy it.

There are many reasons for this. For example, the number of words in each chapter cannot exceed too many, which affects many places. For example, yesterday's update is yesterday's update. If there is no update with a certain number of words today, the author will lose full attendance for this month. For example, the author actually spent a lot of time and energy re-writing these things that he expanded. Maybe in the eyes of some people, today is no different from yesterday. In fact, if you look closely, you will know that this is not the case.

There is a lot more, so I won’t go into details. In fact, with another one or two thousand words, the progress will be overtaken, but I really don’t feel it, and there are a lot of things at hand. If you feel that you suffered a loss or mistakenly bought the chapter in the morning, you can leave a message about that chapter and I will send you a red envelope tomorrow to refund the points.

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