At the northern military camp, The center of power of the First Prince.
"Argh!" Yi He spat out a large amount of blood. He fainted, falling in the middle of the meeting room.
Yi He has been an essential advisor to the army since the previous Emperor. He is fundamental, respected by the First Prince. As soon as the First Prince Zhao Tao established himself as Emperor Yi He immediately became the Zhou North's Chief Minister.
A moment ago, he received a report from the front that Bai Jin and Zhao Tao had died on the battlefield. Hundreds of thousands of men were slaughtered. The defeated soldier escaped and suffered a mental illness. They were blowing up the terrifying flames and thunder, not asking to return to the battlefield. A soldier like this would immediately lack the qualifications of being a warrior. Under the constant bad news, the aged Yi He could not continue to spit blood in the meeting room.
After several hours, Yi He regained consciousness. His face looked older than his previous face. The army leaders hurriedly supported Yi He.
"The Chief Minister, do not overdo it. The First Prince has passed away, and we are left with only one pillar," the general commanders said.
"How is our army going?" Yi He asked with a pale face.
"We were able to assemble more than twenty thousand of the defeated soldiers. Enough to defend the enemy," the general replied.
"That's enough, so immediately defend your position," Yi He hurriedly gave an order.
Although Yi He did not know how Zhao Tao's army was defeated. However, all told with one voice that The enemies were all using demonic attacks, unable to resist even the slightest bit from the fallen soldiers' words. Tens of thousands of soldiers died in a matter of minutes.
Yi He felt that this statement was somewhat exaggerated. He could not believe there was any way to kill tens of thousands of armies in a matter of minutes. Nevertheless, when faced with much matching hearsay, Yi He was also starting to be careful. He hurriedly ordered the defensive soldiers in the castle town to not attack, emphasizing the defense, hoping to slow down the enemy's movement.
Yi He has been an army advisor for a long time, and he has many strategies in mind. The siege war has been passed a lot. Yi He was confident that this defensive strategy would accomplish.
The forces under Yi He's command were rapidly regenerating. Establish defenses to support enemy counterattacks.
On the side of Pan Zhou and the disarmed, Li Xian had successfully fled to Tsinghua City. Li Xian led Pan Zhou to escape for life. They were the only two of the high-ranking officers who had escaped the marksman. The rest of the commanders had all died, and none of them came back.
The second prince's army under Pan Zhou's army was without discipline. When the army broke up, they fled into the forest, refusing to come out to form their forces again. Datang's Black Cavalry is much better. They quickly gathered together to join Li Xian.
There are only thousands of black-armored cavalry remaining. This result made Li Xian extremely painful. The black cavalry was the beloved unit of the Tang Dynasty. All have the royal family's surname Li, a high-ranking military officer. It was the Emperor's reliable weapon beside the sword. However, the Royal Family Division commander was utterly dead, leaving only one of his left.
The black cavalry lost more than two thousand, which each soldier has undergone ten years of training. Use the best equipment. Much of the military budget has been exhausted. With this loss, Li Xian felt bleeding within his heart.
Li Xian, with the black-armored cavalry, brought the surviving Pan Zhou back to Tsinghua. Then, Li Xian immediately asked to leave. He returned with a great defeat, unable to fight in front of the second prince.
In the Hall of Tsinghua City, Zhao Wu was extremely angry, throwing things at Pan Zhou badly.
"Pan Zhou, you make me extremely humiliated. You have led thirty thousand soldiers to be defeated even though you have not fought yet. You do not even matter." Zhao Wu violently cursed Pan Zhou without being in the slightest.
Zhao Wu had a lot of faith in this army. Zhao Wu drew a daydream about the moment he stepped into the Great City. Unexpectedly, that dream collapsed, causing great disappointment. Until Zhao Wu could not stand it, venting all his grievances on Pan Zhou
"Pan Zhou, this man is untrained. Dare to present yourself in front of another army, and it is a shame." One noble said, denouncing Pan Zhou.
"Pan Zhou, in the past, you were ambitious. Abusing nobles, taking bribes, expecting bribes now, fate has come to satisfy you." Another scholar cursed Pan Zhou harshly.
Pan Zhou could only bow his head and accept his fate. While secretly thinking in his heart, These nobles before still flattering themselves. When they make a mistake, they stomp themselves unceasingly. Pan Zhou suddenly felt extremely frustrated.
In this defeated battle, Pan Zhou did not dare to tell what they had experienced. Lest you notice, These nobles did not trust themselves anyway. They would say that Pan Zhou had raised an excuse to dispel the guilt.
Pan Zhou became a scapegoat, prompting the influential people to splash saliva on him repeatedly. At this time, Shenzhou's charges can be traced back to 18 generations. There may be a penalty for cutting off the head and inserting the head.
"Your Majesty, Pan Zhou, has to dishonor him. I requested that Pan Zhou be dismissed from the post of High Commissioner," one noble suggested.
"I agree, let this goddamn man go down."
Pan Zhou sighed. Under the request of these nobles, it was afraid that Zhao Wu would do well.
"I would like to offer you from the loyal nobles. Dismissed Pan Zhou from the post of Chief Minister For virtue sake, Pan Zhou was imprisoned for life in the past." Zhao Wu decide the condemn.
"It is a divine grace." Pan Zhou agreed to accept the judgment.
Soldiers have taken Pan Zhou to jail. In this life, Pan Zhou did not have any more hope.
Cong Qian, the head of the Cong Clan, could only stand and watch this comrade in politics forever depart. Never return
At that moment, Zhao Wu issued an order.
"Cong Qian, take orders."
"Chen is here," Zhong Qian replied.
"Appoint Cong Qian to the next Chancellor," Zhao Wu immediately appointed a new Chancellor. Cong Qian, who is the direct blood lineage of the academicians, Deserves this position.
"Congratulations on you too," the nobles hurried to congratulate him.
"Under his leadership, our future will certainly flourish." As usual, the person who would receive such a great deal of flattery was Pan Zhou, who had lost his future. Cong Qian was almost unable to accept this condition. The saliva flooded him until he could not breathe.
"All right, everyone, let us discuss how to deal with the Emperor's army to take revenge."Cong Qian decided to throw this big topic for everyone to discuss.
"Such a big deal, urge you to take full responsibility." Zhao Wu thoroughly denied responsibility, putting heavy work on the head of Cong Qian altogether.
"My lord Cong Qian is a genius person who must obey. Even at this time, Lord Cong Qian was still worried about the nation in no way deteriorated." One noble continued to suck up to Cong Qian unchanged.
"I am deeply grateful for the spirit of the Supreme Patriarch. As long as you have an order coming down, I will be a cow, horse, labor to repay you." The flattering sound was almost unbearable. Causing the hearer to tremble
Cong Qian shook his head at this regime. Half a day passed, and the topic of the meeting did not progress at all. The nobles all day long are so flattering that they don't work. Zhao Wu was irresponsible. Cong Qian could see their fate very soon.
Cong Qian urgently asked for financial support to re-establish the army ready for revenge from Zhao Lingxin.