Chapter 451: Rebellion Always Requires some Bloodshed

Wang Yan deliberately controlled the time of entering Beijing and sent people back and forth to convey messages along the way. It was originally a two-day journey, but he walked for four days. It was on the fifth day, the morning of the first day of May, that he stood under the tower of the new Cao Gate in the east of Bianjing City.

Bianjing on this day was no different from the past. People came and went at the city gate, sellers carried goods into the streets of Beijing, and large caravans drove carriages and carried goods to supply this super big city. consumption. The children wearing boy buns are no different from the children in the village who are looking forward to attending the big market thousands of years later. They are jumping around with their parents, hoping to buy some delicious and fun things and return to the village. Show off with your friends. There were officials who came to Beijing, sitting in a carriage with the curtains raised, looking at the hustle and bustle of Bianjing in the early morning, and marveling at the prosperity of the Song Dynasty capital...

They don't know anything, and even if they do know, they can't do anything about it.

As Wang Yan stood under the city gate, the steward of the capital, who had been waiting there for a long time, trotted over. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he could not close his grinning mouth: "Master, the Xihua Gate of the Inner and Outer City and the Palace City , was captured last night. In addition, there are still 3,000 men and horses available in the city, all lurking in various places. As long as they see the signal, they can be assembled outside Xihua Gate in half an hour. In your name, I have sent a message to the Northern Army and ordered them to come to Bianjing. By this time, they should be fully armed and on the way to the city. "

Wang Yan glanced at the soldier on duty at the city gate. Although he stood like a javelin, his eyes couldn't help but look towards him. He then raised his head and scanned the figures on the tower. His soldiers were different from the soldiers of the Song Dynasty. After all, they were all trained according to the later military drills. There were rules for moving, sitting and lying, which could be seen at a glance.

There are many troops in Bianjing. There are 20,000 troops on duty in the city, and more than 20,000 troops are stationed outside the city, rotating defense and garrisoning the capital. If he could change houses and towers without revealing anything, then the original garrison and imperial army would naturally have been infiltrated long ago. There must have been a disturbance yesterday. After all, even if we infiltrate, it is impossible for the entire army to be our own. It's just because they acted quickly and covered it tightly, so it hasn't fermented yet.

He can't penetrate everyone, but he can put his own people in a certain position in the Forbidden Army. Those who cooperate will be discussed later, and those who do not cooperate will be killed first. Although he didn't know the specific plot, he probably killed a lot of people. Although Zhao Ji is not good, he still has many die-hard loyalists. After all, a bandit leader like Song Jiang must be loyal and righteous to the country, let alone those who work within the system. Who is rushing to rebel and doesn’t want to give it a try? If the rebellion is suppressed, it will be a success and the ancestors will be honored.

He nodded, turned around and looked at the man who had been following him. At this moment, his eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open, but he could not speak. The horrified eunuch waved his hand casually, and the guard behind him Then he stepped forward and pushed the eunuch into the carriage brought by the steward from the capital not far away.

Eunuchs like this who go out to run errands are poor people and there is no need to target them.

"You wait here to revive the Northern Army and let them surround Bianjing and maintain order inside and outside the city. Temporarily control the city gates and no entry or exit is allowed. Send troops to patrol the city. If anyone takes the opportunity to cause trouble, they will be killed on the spot. "

"Yes, boss."

"Send the signal and let the brothers assemble." After saying this, he jumped on the horse, ignoring the steward who was bending to accept the order. He was no longer docile as before. He shouted directly in the city and rode his horse, which shocked the people in the city.

After he left, the butler waved his hand to a subordinate standing in the distance, took the fireworks from him, took out the firecracker and lit the fuse. In the incomprehensible eyes of others, he raised the fireworks in his hands high, accompanied by the smell of gunpowder smoke, and with a whoosh sound, accompanied by a line of white smoke, a firework rising high into the sky suddenly exploded. .

Immediately afterwards, several fireworks exploded in several places in the city.

Wang Yan glanced up and continued to ride on horseback. He knew that it was because the city of Bianjing was too big, and he was afraid that one flower would not be enough to spread the whole city, so he had to get a few more to carry the message.

We drove quickly and soon, amidst people's exclamations, we arrived outside Xihua Gate.

There, there were already fully armed soldiers, neatly arranged in formation. They didn't say a word, just stood there, murderous intent showing in their expressionless eyes. They are all veterans who have fought in the Liaodong battlefield for many years, with strict discipline and rich experience. One against ten is a bit bragging, but if they form a battle formation, three thousand against ten thousand is easy. These are soldiers who fight every day like the Liao and Jin countries. If we were to deal with the Song Dynasty's army, it would not be impossible to defeat 20,000 people.

Seeing Wang Yan approaching on horseback, a person in front of the team bowed and saluted: "General Liang Wu, commander of the second brigade of the first division and second brigade of the Liaodong Weiwu Guard, has seen... uh..."

Wang Yan smiled and patted his shoulder, motioning him to stand still: "You want to call the emperor, right? You want to flatter him, but in the end you don't say it?"

Liang Wu giggled awkwardly and stood obediently.

"How old are you? Song, Jin, or Liao?"

"The last general is from the Song Dynasty. He is twenty-three this year. He fled to Yanggu County five years ago and was sent to Suzhou to join the army. He was originally a Mo Dao Baihu. Later, he got war horses and was transferred to the Weiwu Guard as a camp commander. Lu Da Commanders have clear rewards and punishments, and he will be promoted to commander at the end of last year for his merits.”

When there are more soldiers, there must be a system and corresponding status. Therefore, Wang Yan referred to the Seventeen Guards of the Ming Dynasty, and each guard had a full strength of 50,000 people. The army structure was based on the later divisions, brigade, regiments and camps, plus a centurion capital, and three deputy captains below, which means that the smallest combat unit is more than thirty people.

As for why I refer to Ming Dynasty's Seventeen Guards, the reason is simple, simple and pleasant to listen to.

Liaodong currently has less than 300,000 troops, and the establishment is composed of six guards, namely Wude, Longxiang, Baotao, Feixiong, Weiwu and Guangwu. The full establishment of these 17 guards is 850,000 troops, which is basically enough.

Wang Yan nodded. He was still an honest boy. Without saying anything, he took a long knife wrapped in a rifle from the horse and tied it to the armed belt around his waist. This is of course his Xiuchun knife named Hanfeng, which has been gathering dust for a long time. In fact, in such an era, his knife is illegal and using it will cause trouble for himself.

He just held the handle of the knife hanging at his waist with one hand and clasped the other behind his back, waiting for the troops behind him to gather, and looked at the chaos in the palace behind the Xihua Gate with its double doors wide open.

Today is the first day of the month, and all qualified officials from the capital are attending court meetings in the palace. Talk about things when you have something to do, brag about Zhao Ji's martial virtues when you have nothing to do, and have fun doing something auspicious or something like that.

Now that they are gathering troops outside the imperial city without any concealment, of course they have already been notified to the palace. After all, he only controlled one city gate and did not capture the other gates. The main reason is that Zhao Ji changed the palace guards. This was a correct decision, because the original batch had already been penetrated.

It was also at this time that the gates of the inner city were closed. When they thought about the gathering of troops just now, the passers-by who were still worried but couldn't help but watch the excitement all ran back home in confusion.

The imperial guards at other gates of the palace city also received orders and urgently escorted them to the front of the Daqing Palace. Another group gathered behind the Xihua Gate to stop Wang Yan.

This is an extremely correct decision. After all, a city gate has been lost and cannot stop Wang Yan's troops from entering the palace. So only a small number of manpower should be left to guard the city gate to prevent attacks from the east and west. The main force should be concentrated to protect the ministers and attack Wang Yan at the same time. Hard truth. They don't want to wait for reinforcements. After all, the gates of the inner city have been closed. They just hope that the imperial army guarding the palace city can do something about it. If Wang Yan cannot be killed, it will be difficult to negotiate.

Wang Yan knew that the Daqing Palace must have been in chaos at this time. The Song Dynasty was not without capable ministers, but Zhao Ji's dynasty was still almost useless.

Soon, the three thousand soldiers were assembled, and Liang Wu said loudly: "Report to the general, all three thousand soldiers have arrived. Please give me your instructions."

What was the name of the eldest brother just now? He thought about it for a long time before he came up with the name "General".

Wang Yan hummed and waved his hand casually: "Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy, so go ahead."

Liang Wu accepted the order, drew out the long sword from his waist, and pointed it diagonally in the air: "The general has orders, but if there is resistance, I will kill them without mercy. Follow me to attack."

As soon as the words fell, the three thousand people standing behind them all drew out their long knives, held them in their hands, and followed Liang Wu at a trot into the city gate.

There were no heroic words to inspire people, and there was no promise of success. They just entered the palace without saying a word. Because they had already promised, because in their past military careers, Shangguan had never said what he said, so they had no doubts and just killed and killed.

Although the palace of Zhao and Song Dynasty was not big, the garrison of the palace guarded so many gates, and the number of troops was quite large, about 3,000, who belonged to the Palace Front Division and patrolled inside and outside the palace. This is also the reason why he attacked the imperial city with only three thousand people.

As for the outside, including the Fubei Army, the 20,000 people he brought, and other miscellaneous manpower, there are more than 70,000 people. This amount has already given Zhao Song great respect. After all, this is not like the peak period of the Song Dynasty, when hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops were stationed in Beijing. He now has 70,000 people and launched a field battle. Even if more than 100,000 people can do it, it is enough to give him face.

There were not many defenders coming inside the city gate, only about a thousand people. They didn't even finish a round and after killing half of the people, they just threw down their weapons and surrendered.

Liang Wu and others did not stop, but ran directly towards the Daqing Hall with their swords in hand.

Wang Yan got on his horse and slowly entered the city gate with more than twenty guards. Looking at the many corpses under the horses and the bloody foam flowing all over the ground, he pointed at the surrendered imperial guards and said, "You guys take care of these corpses and wipe the ground here clean."

"Yes, General."

Ignoring them, Wang Yan squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse walked toward the Daqing Hall following the shouts of killing.

By the time he arrived, the shouting of killing in front of Daqing Hall had ended. This is not a fight between children, a fight that lasts for a long time. This is a true military battle that can lead to life and death with one strike of the sword. This kind of battle with thousands of people only takes a few minutes.

Bodies were piled up and down on the steps, and blood flowed along the steps. Looking up, it was all red. As expected, there were many surrendered soldiers nearby who threw away their weapons and squatted there obediently. Their nervous eyes couldn't help but look around. They are all worried about their future fate. The replacement of imperial power will inevitably be accompanied by countless corpses, and they are all afraid.

Wang Yan just rode his horse up the steps. The steps here were very long and gentle, so the horse could glide up them effortlessly.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Daqing Palace with the double doors wide open, Wang Yan got off his horse and ordered to Liang Wu who took the initiative to move the horse: "Let the forbidden troops dispose of all the corpses. It's so messy that it doesn't look like anything." "

Liang Wu nodded in agreement and walked aside to explain to his men.

After looking at the rising sun that was shining in front of Daqing Hall, Wang Yan turned around and slowly walked into the quiet hall.

Zhao Ji was still sitting on the dragon chair above. He pointed tremblingly at Wang Yan with an excited look on his face, as if to say, 'Why did you rebel against me? Am I not good to you? ’.

But he couldn't say a word after all.

He is an extremely talented artist, but he is not a good emperor, let alone a strong person. He is timid in nature and has no real imperial air. Being kidnapped to the Kingdom of Jin, his wife and daughter were toyed with, and such a huge insult, but he could survive, which already explains a lot of problems.

So now facing Wang Yan, he couldn't say a word, and he didn't even dare to say a promise of a high salary to a high-ranking official. He is not yet demented, and he understands to this point that it is useless to say that. What if Wang Yan is angered and killed with a knife?

The officials also looked at Wang Yan. They did not expect that such a person would arrange such a detailed arrangement. It seemed that it was done without any effort at all. It was so smooth.

But they were not very afraid, because even if Wang Yan became the emperor, people would still have to govern the country, and how could they be left out? The people here are all the pillars of the country, so why are they so easy to kill?

As Wang Yan walked step by step into the hall where the drop of a needle could be heard, someone finally couldn't help but jump out.

"Wang Yan, you are ambitious and rebellious. How much do you have the favor and trust of the official family and your high position and generous salary? Even if you are appointed to the throne, you will not be able to stop the world from saying that you are also a treacherous minister and traitor in the history books."

"Bold, Zhao Ji has no moral character and is extravagant. The people's livelihood under his rule is in ruins and all businesses are in ruins. Now the general Wang has the ability to govern the world. He ascended to the great treasure and made our country rich and powerful. Why not? How can we allow you and other rotten scholars to bark?"

These two people, one scolded Wang Yan and the other licked Wang Yan, which was the beginning. For a time, the entire Daqing Hall was noisy and easily divided into three factions. One group scolded, the other licked, and the other group didn't say a word, closed their eyes, and just loved it.

Wang Yan, as the protagonist, has not said a word since he came in. The gang started fighting first. They were really fighting, punching, kicking and biting their teeth, or they were fighting in a group, Wuyang Wuyang, It was very lively.

This is normal. At this point, it is obvious that there is no chance of recovery. During the previous period, they had found out that all the gates of the inner city were closed. Thinking about the rebellion again, Wang Yan only brought a mere three thousand people. Considering Wang Yan's previous behavior style, he must have been fully prepared and there was no chance for them to escape.

So the current situation is very clear. These three groups of people can be divided into those who don't want to die, those who want to die, and those who love whatever they want. Although it is true that they must be relied upon to govern the country, it is not impossible to kill them. After all, the Song Dynasty had been raising scholars for 150 years, and redundant officials almost wiped out the country. How could there really be no officials? It's just that many of them are good talkers but lack practical ability and are not useful.

In this palace of supreme power in the Song Dynasty, the farce continues. As Wang Yan watched, someone's teeth were knocked out, which showed the intensity.

He had always been intolerant of noise, but he didn't speak. He just stood in the middle with his head slightly tilted, and raised his hand to pick his ears with his fingers.

The focus of the field is him. Although he has shown real fire, the attention is also focused on him. Following his actions, the place naturally gradually became quiet, and the people who were about to lose their minds were pulled away and stood on both sides.

Wang Yan looked at the person who licked him first, whose beautiful face was slightly bruised at the moment: "Who are you?"

"Back to the emperor, I am a Jinshi in the fifth year of Zhenghe. My surname is Qin and my given name is Huizhi. I am currently the Imperial Academy Xuezheng."

Qin Hui, the king's words are clear. Xuezheng is almost the principal. At this time, the status of Taixue is naturally not low, so he is also qualified to participate in the Shuowang Dynasty Meeting. But he didn't expect that those who were more senior than him didn't speak, but he was the first to wave the flag.

This is not to cleanse Qin Hui. In the original history, when the Jin army went south, Qin Hui advocated that it should not be cowardly, letting the Jin army see weakness and encourage arrogance. When the Jin army surrounded Bianjing, he even strengthened the defense, and at most cut off the land all the way to Yanshan. . The Qin sect sent him for promotion, but he thought he was a messenger specifically for ceding territory and suing for peace, so Mikami submitted a memorial to resign.

Of course, these things are not worth mentioning before he was kidnapped by the Kingdom of Jin and went north, as well as a series of things that happened later. They are just to talk about the complexity of human beings. After all, at that time, no one knew what Qin Hui's intentions were, sincere or false, not even Qin Hui himself now.

In any case, Qin Hui got Yue Fei, a fierce general with three thousand to one hundred thousand, as the coach of the Northern Expedition. This is a real deal and there is no doubt about it. This behavior cannot be justified at any time.

Moreover, Qin Hui looks like he is fawning and afraid of death, so what else can he say?

Wang Yan smiled back. Before Qin Hui's even bigger smile bloomed, he saw a flash of sword light, and Qin Hui's head flew up. Due to the imbalance of air pressure, the blood in his body spurted out instantly, and then He fell to the ground hard. His head rolled around a few times, and the officials were so frightened that they hurriedly avoided for fear of getting on themselves. The head's face still looked like it was a big deal and he was about to laugh heartily...

Wang Yan is very proficient in the business ability of beheading.

After the knife passed, he had already dodged to the side nimbly, without a drop of blood on his body.

Zhao Ji, who was sitting on the dragon throne, and the officials in the palace were frightened by this unexpected change, and their faces turned pale. They didn't understand why the first person who expressed support and even called the emperor would be so straightforwardly chopped off with a knife.

Some people looked down at the headless body on the ground, and through the smoothness of the cut that was still bleeding, they couldn't help but sigh at how fast, accurate and ruthless the knife was. It's true that there is no false reputation under a great reputation...

Of course, not everyone is so heartless. Some people looked at Wang Yan, who dodged to the side and stood proudly with the knife in his hand, and looked at the blood grooves on the blade that flowed down along the exquisite carvings, but there was no blood on the blade, which was still shining, and couldn't help but sigh that it was really a magic weapon...

Some people frowned and looked at Wang Yan in confusion, not understanding why he did this.

Wang Yan saw all the reactions of the people.

Qin Hui was unlucky to be in trouble. In fact, no matter who it is today, as long as he starts to flatter him, he will chop him with a knife without saying a word.

He did this for no other reason than to establish his authority. He had to kill someone to calm the situation. After all, if you rebel, you can't justify it without shedding some blood.

The surrenderists who fear death may have enough business ability, but they are basically not good people, and most of them have no professional ethics. And there are not many people with business ability, so it's okay to chop them. It's no big deal.

After receiving it into the sheath, he walked to the front of the ministers and stood still. He looked at Zhao Ji who was still trembling on the dragon throne and laughed. He turned back to face the ministers and spoke slowly...

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