At about eight o'clock in the evening, the sky was dark. In the Jingying garrison in the north of the city, it was quiet. The barracks of red bricks and black tiles are endless in the night, row upon row. Except for the sentry posts and passages, there are almost no lights.

To the south of the camp, in the council hall facing the large school field, the lights were bright and slightly noisy.

Shen Cheng and Shen Qian, the governors of the five armies, were in the council hall to convene the generals and guerrillas of the Beijing camp: He received a reliable report tonight that Yu Linwei, who was stationed at the Daming Palace in the west of the city, had signs of unintended mobilization, and had come to the Beijing camp to summon the generals to discuss the matter.

The station of Jingying is located in the north of the outer city, in the area between Deshengmen and Andingmen. From the west square in the south of the city to the west to the Jingying station in the north of the city, the distance is about 20 miles. Horses can reach speeds of up to 60 km/h.

At this moment, nearly an hour has passed since Jia Huan raised his troops.

The Governor's Office of the Five Armies has jurisdiction over the world's armies, but in recent years, most of its powers have been usurped by the Ministry of War. But the governors of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies are still the bigwigs and mountains in the army! Shen Cheng, as the number two person in the army, also has the famous general Shen Qian. At his invitation, the 10 generals and 20 guerrillas of the Beijing battalion were very face-saving and all of them attended the meeting.

The town guard eunuch Wu eunuch also arrived. There are envoys, supervisors, and commanders in the Beijing camp. Only the prison guards are stationed in the barracks.

When the Beijing camp was full, it was 12 battalions, counting 100,000 people! Now, after several requisitions and transfers, it was later added that there are currently 10 battalions in Beijing, totaling 80,000 people.

Among these 80,000 people, the 8,000 people in the Xinjing Battalion of the Western Regions who were organized as the Yaowu Battalion, and the Beijing Battalion, the former henchman of the Son of Heaven: Zhenwei Battalion. The Yaowu Battalion will be Yang Ji. The Zhenwei battalion will be Fei Jing.

The spacious conference hall is a little noisy. Thirty generals from the Beijing camp came in with two personal guards. According to the qualifications, sit on the Nanmu chairs in two rows. Shen Cheng was in the middle of the case, facing north and facing south.

Eunuch Wu sat in the first position on the left. Shen Qian is under it. Fei Jing sat in the first position on the west side. While drinking tea and listening to the generals' conversations, he secretly looked at Shen Cheng, the king of Xincheng and the governor of the five armies who had been in office for two months.

Shen Wangye is afraid that he wants to make meritorious service and wants to go crazy. What does it mean to be reliable? I didn't see his son Shen Qian interjecting frequently and crooked the topic. The generals chatted with the hussar generals. In fact, everyone understands that even if the flowers are spoken, as long as there is no holy decree, Jingying will not move.

Fei Jing was forty-eight years old at the time, originally a guerrilla of the Guoyong Battalion, in the fourteenth year of Yongzhi, after the Guoyong Battalion General Qi Xia was transferred to the Liaodong General Army with the Guoyong Battalion to take office, he was transferred to the Zhenwei Battalion as a general in order to quell the rebellion of the abolished prince. The Guoyong Battalion and the Zhenwei Battalion were all armies that followed Yongzhi back then!

"Boom!" "Boom!"

To the south of the camp, there was a sudden burst of artillery in the north of the city. Elite or not, how could this group of generals hear the sound of artillery wrong? There was chaos in the council chamber.

Eunuch Wu's face changed greatly, and he screamed: "It's the voice of the inner city!" Lord Shen, let's accompany you less. As he spoke, he was anxious to go out.

Fei Jing also got up immediately, hugged his fists and said, "Lord Wang, the last general will go out and have a look!" Several generals rose up to echo. With such a dense artillery sound in Beijing, there must have been a big change. Who has the time to accompany Shen Cheng here?

Shen Cheng, who was in the main position, waved his hand and said, "It's all slow!" General Yang, you take Luo Guerrilla and Nie Guerrilla to the gate of the camp to have a look. ”

"Boom! Boom! The soldiers of the Shen Mansion standing in the council hall pulled out their swords and stopped more than a dozen Wu eunuchs and Fei Jing, the general of the Zhenwei Battalion, who were about to go out. At this time, the soldiers brought by the generals of the Beijing camp also pulled out their weapons.

The atmosphere in the hall froze in an instant. The generals of the Beijing camp either sat or stood. They all discovered Shen Cheng's abnormality and became suspicious: Could it be related to him?

"Ahh

Bahule, who was standing behind Shen Qian, suddenly made a move and burst into trouble. The long sword was unsheathed, the sword was dotted, and the two personal soldiers of the Wu eunuch fell in response. Blood gushed from his throat. It is the stunt that Bahule once showed in Dunhuang City!

He was wearing a helmet at this time, like a normal soldier. Suddenly attacked, there are really not many people in the council hall who can resist!

At the same time, behind the council hall, more than 50 soldiers from the Shen Mansion rushed in, lined up with flintlock pistols in three rows, and the muzzles of the black holes were facing the generals of the Beijing camp. All this happened in a very short period of time!

Eunuch Wu stood in the hall, trembling all over, and asked angrily, "Lord Shen, what do you mean by this?" ”

Shen Cheng didn't answer. Shen Qian sat down, playing his shirt for a long time, looked around at the generals, smiled faintly, and said, "Everyone sit down!" This has nothing to do with you. Tonight, King Yan competes for the throne! ”

The capital is exploding, and the surging thunder is enveloping the Jingying station, which is deafening!

Jia Huan is here.

He came to get a knife and kill people.

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A quarter of an hour after the Desheng Gate was broken, in the night, in the camp of Beijing, hurried footsteps continued to sound. Then, gather on the school grounds.

Such a big movement shook all over the camp, but soon the order of the battalion generals or guerrillas came from the council hall: the Yaowu battalion gathered for a night drill. The commotion slowly subsided in confusion.

The Fenwu battalion suppressed the excitement in his heart, found an excuse, and quietly trotted towards the school field. He knew what was going on: Jia Huan was here! Tonight, Jia Huan wants to clear the king's side, King Liyong!

Torches are lit around the school grounds. The fire is blazing! On the platform facing south, Jia Huan stood calmly, calmly looking at the converging Western Regions army with a calm expression. The posture is as tall as a pine!

"It's Jia Yuanjun!" "And Judge Zhang!" Since the farewell of the Western Regions, the soldiers of the Shule army have not seen Jia Huan for more than half a year, and when they said goodbye, the soldiers felt cordial. On the school grounds, there was a lot of commotion.

About the kung fu of tea, the Yaowu battalion staff officers Yang Ji, Luo guerrilla, and Nie guerrilla who came out of the council hall went to the school field to maintain military discipline. The school yard gradually quieted down. The torches reflected the faces of the soldiers.

The eyes of about 8,000 people fell on Jia Huan. Except for some people, they didn't know the purpose of Jia Huan's coming to Beijing at this time. Originally, it was a night assembly drill, but I didn't want to see Jia Yuanjun, I was excited and curious!

Jia Huan took two steps forward, and there was a rudimentary amplification equipment in front of the stage to ensure that Jia Huan's words could be transmitted a little farther. However, it is not suitable for a long speech! Moreover, time does not allow him to speak at length!

Jia Huan said loudly: "Soldiers of the Western Regions, I am Jia Huan!" ”

I'm Jia Huan! This name is enough to unite the hearts of the military! Let the soldiers listen attentively to him. This is the prestige he has gained by crisscrossing thousands of miles in the Western Regions, and it is the support he has gained by treating his soldiers with kindness!

The rewards and pensions of the Shule army have always been the richest among the armies in the Western Regions!

Jia Huan said loudly again: "Everyone, when today's son is deceived by traitors and villains, he is going to kill me!" I am determined to raise troops tonight: Qingjun's side, punish the demons, establish the king of Yan, and Kuang Fu Sheji! Please help me! ”

After Jia Huan finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the school field. It takes about a second or two. It's human nature. Jia Huan's words, translated as: The Son of Heaven wants to kill me, I decided to rebel and support King Yan!

"Uh..."Feng Ziying's mind was slightly dizzy! The first news he got was that Jia Huan was going to help King Yong and King Jin compete for the throne after the death of the Son of Heaven. This afternoon, he got the news that Jia Huan was coming to Beijing in the evening. Presumably my friend, Chen Yejun, the former guard of the palace who was on duty in the imperial city today, also got the news.

With his cleverness, when he got the news in the afternoon, he knew that Jia Huan intended to raise troops, but he didn't expect Jia Huan to say that he was now supporting King Yan. What a difference!

The coup d'état of the son of heaven will be inviting, and most of the army and ministers in Beijing will stand idly by. Who cares about royal affairs? When the son came to power today is a coup d'état.

If you change it to King Yan, it may not be! King Yan is a concubine! Since ancient times, there have been grandchildren, but there are no grandchildren. King Yan is not the oldest prince!

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After a short pause, the school field exploded with a "boom"! Instantly it becomes chaotic and noisy! There are countless people talking to each other! A moment later, there were sporadic captains shouting and appealing, "Make your life, we will be with you!" "Fuck it!" "Listen to the envoy! When did you treat us badly? ”

Immediately afterwards, the "nurses" arranged in the Yaowu camp shouted, "Qingjun side, Liyan King!" "The voices are uneven. On and off the stage, Gao Zizhong and hundreds of other guards immediately echoed: "Qingjun side, Liyan King!" ”

In the crowd of schoolyards, Feng Ziying shouted hard. There is no turning back at this point! The only way to move forward is to move forward! The sound is expanding! Then, thousands of elite soldiers were shouting loudly, and the sound was like thunder!

Yang Ji looked at this scene and smiled bitterly in his heart! This is simply a copy of "Da Chuxing, Chen Shengwang" back then!

The difference is that Chen Sheng relies on ghosts and gods, and Jia Huan relies on prestige! 8,000 Yaowu battalions, 3,000 Shule troops. The Shule army must have followed Jia Huan. They have no family, no land, no house in Beijing!

Only Jia makes the monarch look forward!

He was Jia Huan's confidant in the Western Regions, but Jia Huan did not inform him of what he was going to do. Indeed, he had a family and a clan, and he did not want to participate in the rebellion. But, at this time, he could only shout!

The sound on the school field, at the end, is like a mountain roaring tsunami, and the sky is falling apart!

On the side of the Qing monarch, the king of Liyan!

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At eight o'clock in the night, in the West Garden, the Son of Yongzhi stopped watching the acrobatics, and took the green beauty out of the Chaoxia Residence on the east side of the West Garden, sat on the soft court, and went to the Hanyuan Palace. The government affairs places in the West Garden are all in the Hanyuan Palace.

After a moment in the palace complex where Hanyuan Hall was located, the Son of Yongzhi summoned the three Zaifu who handed over the fold to the emperor in the imperial study.

In the Imperial Study, the bright yellow curtain is embellished with royal style. Sandalwood curls in the Xuande furnace. The Son of Yongzhi leaned on the soft couch behind the bookcase of Zi Sandalwood, and asked sternly, "What's going on in Beijing?" ”

Hua Mo said: "Your Majesty, there is definite news from Jinyiwei that Jia Huan has raised troops to rebel. The roar in the north of the city is only related to the rebellion! ”

The atmosphere in Beijing, at this time, after the news transmitted by Jinyiwei and each other in various mansions, has been tense to the extreme! Afraid of one's own shadow! The sound of the cannon in front of Desheng Gate is a hammer that destroys everyone's luck!

Jia Huan rebelled!

And in the midst of this roaring cannon, the first thing that the magnates in Beijing considered was definitely not a counterinsurgency! It's fear!

How many people died in the rebellion of the thirteenth year of Yongzhi? The Marquis of Ruyang led his troops to break through Wang Ziteng's mansion, and Wang Ziteng and his eldest son were only spared. If Jia Huan is like this, no matter whether his rebellion succeeds or not, he can still destroy you!

In the political arena of Beijing, after the mountain chief was killed, Jia Huan's friends were not many.

"Shaft dares!" The aging face of the Yongzhi Heavenly Son turned iron blue, and he scolded sharply. He is the emperor who has been on the throne for many years, even if he is extremely angry, but he is more restrained! At the same time, because of confidence!

Jia Huan dared to rebel, which was indeed beyond his expectations! But how many ups and downs has he experienced in his life? killed his brother and forced his father to abdicate; The south study was abolished, the zai fu was replaced, and the heads were killed; The prince rebelled, and he destroyed it with his backhand!

Now, a 20-year-old young man is making a fuss in Beijing, and he is sitting in Beijing, how big a wave can he make?

The Son of Yongzhi Tianzi stood up vigorously with the arm of the green beauty, his body was rickety, but he exuded the majesty of the emperor, his eyes were cold, and murderous intent emerged. He shouted coldly: "Decree..."

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The night was getting deeper. The wind rises. The elite soldiers who have experienced a hundred battles pass through the Desheng Gate and step into the capital!

Commanding 4,000 troops into the city was the general Zhang Sishui.

On horseback, looking at the dark night sky ahead, the brightly lit imperial city, and the boiling Jingshi, Zhang Sishui exhaled softly! There are 8,000 Yaowu camps, and there are more than 6,000 people who are willing to follow Jia Huan. The last piece of the story tonight is ready!

Jia Huan rode on his horse and followed the large army forward, his expression silent and his heart calm. The slight swaying of the horse's back made his mind feel as if he had returned to the Western Regions. He stepped through thousands of mountains and rivers, and came through the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood.

He was not unfamiliar with the glory that the war in the Western Regions brought him. He didn't need a commendation from the imperial court. History will remember him!

Not needed!

However, he must not bear the death of the mountain chief, the death of Mr. Ye, and the death of the senior brother! He can't stand it!

The magnates in the capital, those magnates and officials who wantonly slandered the reputation of the mountain chief and the academy, and condemned the mountain chief, they may think that the blade in this cold night is held by him, with a fierce and bloodthirsty cold!

They were afraid of the sword by which he would die.

However, this is not a knife, but a golden hoop stick! A monk is a fool and can still be trained, and a demon is a ghost. The golden monkey rose up with a thousand sticks, and Yuyu clarified thousands of miles.

This stick will wipe you out! nt

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