Chapter 870: Qingming Festival

Chapter 872

Lu Junyi knelt down to thank him, and when he returned to the base camp, the palace had already sent the reward.

It was another round of kowtows before accepting the reward. The group of people who came out of Liangzhou with Lu Junyi were all happy at the moment.

"Second brother Lu has made a great contribution today. I'll go and ask for a jar of good wine. Let's celebrate."

Everyone guarding the city every day is exhausted. Seeing that Lu Junyi was made a general, and His Majesty the Emperor personally gave the reward, everyone cheered up.

Lu Junyi waved his hand and said, "It's important for the brothers to guard the city. Take this jade belt to the pawnshop in the city and see if you can exchange fifty taels of silver to exchange some grain and rice with the brothers."

"Second brother, did His Majesty just reward him?"

Lu Junyi shook his head: "Belly matters."

Chang'an City was besieged for several months, and the people in the city were already hungry, and even the military camp was short of clothing and food.

The food and forage in Chang'an City are uniformly allocated, which is very different from the Rong people. All food and grass are naturally given priority to Ma Chao's belongings, followed by Luo Yi's... As for Lu Junyi's group, in fact, when Bailisheng was stabbed, they had already lost power. And Lu Junyi didn't understand or disdain to befriend the grain officials. They belong to the grandmother and don't care, and the grandma doesn't love that group of people, so the food and grass allotted to them are naturally very little.

It's not a good thing to think about being a general. Lu Junyi was one of the few people who understood. He could already see that Chang'an City was in jeopardy, and it was just a few days after it was breached.

But after the city is broken...

The last time Li Letian dispatched troops and used Lu Junyi as a bait, it had already chilled Lu Junyi's heart. He is loyal to Bailisheng, not necessarily loyal to the empire, nor will he be buried with the dying court.

This was Lu Junyi's own idea, and he didn't tell anyone. But these few days he was taciturn, and in his heart he had begun to figure out a way out for his group.

At this moment, the Luo family's father and son are getting together and discussing matters.

"My son, in your opinion, how long can Chang'an last?" Luo Yi asked.

Luo Cheng frowned and thought, sighing: "If you want to defeat the Rong tribe, you must take the initiative to attack, and then there is a chance of survival. If you keep defending like this, sooner or later the enemy will break the city."

Luo Yi nodded: "How many days can you stay?"

The towers launched by the Rong clan at present are really scary. Once the number reaches a certain level, the Rong clan will be condescending. Naturally, an area can be opened on the city wall, and Chang'an City will be destroyed without a doubt.

Luo Cheng gritted his teeth: "If you want to defend the city, next time I'm afraid you will have to think about the towers of the Rong people. Only by restricting the advance of the enemy's towers can you defend Chang'an City."

"It's difficult." Luo Yi sighed: "The Rong clan has issued an order to massacre the city. If the city gate is not opened for half a month, half of the city will be slaughtered. If the city gate is not opened in a month, the whole city will be slaughtered. For Chang'an City, the Rong clan is the dominant force. We will be defending the city. Once the city of Chang'an is forced, you and my father and son are afraid that they will end up dead without a place to be buried."

Luo Cheng frowned and said viciously: "The Rong people are also mad, I am determined to defend the city, and they may not be able to get down to Chang'an City."

After saying that, Luo Cheng suddenly sighed again: "But Your Majesty is not allowed to go out of the city to fight with the Rong tribe, and it is difficult to defeat the Rong."

"Yes, today's son is indeed good at defending the city, but if you want to sit in the world, you need to have the courage to swallow the world. At this point, the emperor may not be a Mingjun."

Luo Cheng is not a fool either. Hearing what his father said inside and outside the words, he was suddenly startled and said slowly, "Did my father have other thoughts?"

Luo Yi said: "Good birds choose wood to perch, good ministers choose masters to serve. Your Majesty does not have a wise ruler. You and my father and son are both capable, so why don't you vote for another wise master."

Hearing this, Luo Cheng was taken aback. Although he knew that there were only two people in the house, he still looked left and right, and finally said: "Father is careful, after the city of Chang'an was broken, my father and son rushed to their death, and they may not be able to break through. It's just the world. So big, although there are various princes, but I don't know where my father wants to vote? I heard that Liangzhou Cheng Dalei is a hero?"

Luo Yi shook his head: "Cheng Dalei is just born from a bandit, how could he have achieved great things?"

"Li Xing in the south of the Yangtze River sits in the fertile land of Yangzhou, with a million soldiers, or the future master of the world?"

"Li Xing takes advantage of the terrain, but he is wise and small, and he has no image of the emperor."

"The King of the East China Sea, it is said that..."

"Cheng'er, why do you and my father and son choose to be far away?" Luo Yi.

Luo Cheng was stunned, then startled, and fell down on the chair in fright.

He finally understood what Luo Yi meant, he didn't want to betray Li Letian, but... treason.

...

Since the Rong tribe's massacre order was passed to Chang'an, even Luo Cheng and Luo Yi's father and son have been like this, not to mention the ordinary people in the city.

A whole lot of panic.

Needless to say, the people at the bottom, their lives are, in a word, a miserable word. Now he is being driven by the imperial court to defend the city, digging soil and transporting stones, and relying on hard work every day for a meager ration. If he really died on the battlefield, it would be a lucky thing. He could get a pension and barely earn some surplus food for his family.

For them, it doesn't matter who is the master of Chang'an City, the days are just as miserable anyway. However, it is these people who are most loyal to the empire.

But some rich and powerful families don't think so. They were born with brocade clothes and jade food, charcoal in winter, ice in summer, and warm quilts in the house. The only purpose of their existence is to continue this wealth, which is endless for generations.

When the Rong tribe attacked, they suffered. Of course, they were much stronger than the people at the bottom, and they had daily rations to wrap their stomachs.

The surplus food at home is hidden everywhere, so as not to be taken away by the court. There are also some rich and powerful families, thinking of reporting news to the Rong family, in exchange for the continuation of their own wealth.

Fortunately, Li Letian is quite experienced in dealing with these people. When the Justice Religion attacked the city, he had already dealt with these people.

It is nothing more than killing a group, punishing a group, comforting a group, and if the situation is serious, kill another group among the living.

On a certain day when the Rong clan stopped sieging the city, Li Letian changed into plain clothes, surrounded by a few fish and dragon guards, patrolling the city defense.

Chang'an City was once the first city in the world, where merchants from all over the world gathered to bring rare goods from all over the world. In Chang'an City, there are the most beautiful women in the world, the richest chivalrous warriors, the most literary poets, the most rare treasures... But in just half a year, the bustling city has disappeared.

Li Letian walked by and saw that the whole city was desolate. It could be said that there were cries in every household and dirges in every household. There are people who sell their sons and daughters with grass signs, some who sell themselves as slaves, and some who carry the bones of their relatives and go everywhere, but there is no place to bury their bones.

In the streets and alleys, people often burn paper money, and the soot rises like a bleak cloud.

Li Letian covered his mouth and nose and coughed violently.

He suddenly remembered one thing: today is Qingming.