Kang Chengxun only felt his mouth dry and wanted to make the emperor happy, but knew that this matter was extraordinary, so he had to answer honestly: "No."

Zhao Huan said again: "Their deaths and injuries are also heavy, and their morale has dropped. Can they still fight to the death as they did just now?"

"The enemy's generals are rich in experience. When the Jin Taizu destroyed Liao, they followed each other. After many battles, their soldiers were brave and fearless. They were not afraid of death. Just ten thousand enemies made achievements, but they were afraid that the Defying Camp and Banzhi Guards might not be able to stop them. Now they retreated, just to let the soldiers take a break and rectify them. The generals would naturally encourage them. The Jin soldiers were cruel and fighting, and the ten thousand enemies were only surprised to achieve miraculous results. Even if they used them again, they would not be like they did just now."

Kang Chengxun paused and smiled bitterly: "Besides, we are gone."

Zhao Huan nodded and said, "There are not many hot oil and wood stones, right?"

Kang Chengxun replied: "That's right. I can't prepare much in a hurry. Chang'an was breached once. After this, His Majesty also focused on preparing for war. After the city wall was repaired, neither of you nor us expected that Chang'an would be suddenly surrounded by the enemy. There were not many equipment prepared for all kinds of stones and wood. The stones and wood were still prepared in a hurry last night. The enemy generals had been through the battle formation for a long time, and they must have a clear understanding of our situation. Therefore, the soldiers' physical strength and morale were restored for a while, and they would definitely attack again."

Zhao Huan was in a deep mood and staying in Chang'an was his suggestion. Now, just one morning has passed, and he already knew that his decision was a bit reckless.

I thought that with the hundreds of thousands of people and the imperial guards in the city, even though there were tens of thousands of enemies, they would definitely be able to block them with the strong city. After the fierce battle, he saw the performance of those soldiers in the wing army who were not trained enough and had no skill in combat, and then he realized that soldiers not only had to train, but also had to experience such cruel scenes, so that they could be called elite soldiers.

Just now the enemy attacked the city, and the Song army had just reached a draw with the enemy. If they were fighting in the plains in the field, the more than 10,000 Song troops on the top of the city would not be the enemy of the enemy.

He walked forward and looked out from the building.

It was originally a cool autumn day, but now I only feel the icy wind is irritating.

On the land that stretches for more than ten miles, there are corpses everywhere, broken arms and broken spears and broken arrows, and broken arrows. A gust of autumn wind blows, blew a sound of the golden military flag inserted into the ground. Black and red, movement and stillness, looking at it, I can't tell the desolation and cruelty.

After looking silent for a long time, Zhao Huan finally turned around and said to Kang Chengxun: "Our army has suffered a lot. I have heard from people here that Hu Bin and Zhu Ji have died in battle. I am really sad. Let's go and check out the soldiers. After a while, when Zhang Jun and the others come, let's talk about defending the city."

He took the lead, Kang Chengxun and others followed closely and headed towards the city.

The outermost part was the last battle between the Chaofeng Camp and the Banzhi Guards. When they saw the emperor coming, they all hurriedly stood up.

Zhao Huan waved his hand to Yi Qing, who was covered in dirty clothes and said, "No need to do this, armor is on the battlefield."

Yi Qing's face was covered with blood, obviously the result of the rush, so he didn't care about going to scrub. After Zhao Huan finished speaking, he grinned and replied, "Your Majesty is not to be abandoned. Your Majesty is wearing strong and holding a fierce battle. How dare you be rude?"

Zhao Huanli was standing on the bloody city. Looking around, the exhausted and traumatized soldiers knelt in front of him, and corpses lay down on the top of the city, with blood and the tears of the soldiers still emitting heat.

He was extremely moved. If he was a little artificial just now, when he saw this scene, his feet were still stained with the blood of soldiers, even if his heart was as hard as stone, he could no longer control it.

"I have been willing to restrain the bodies of the fallen soldiers, and remember the names of the Qing Dynasty one by one. When Chang'an is lucky enough to keep it, I must build a temple for them and worship them in person. My descendants must do the same. They will always be a precept for generations, and the government will raise their families without worrying about food and clothing! I want the restoration men in the world to know that those who sacrifice their lives for the country will enjoy the blood of the country. If the country is a country, the country will not let the country down!"

He said these words very quickly, all from his heart, so he was filled with passion and compassion, and said passionately and loudly. After these words, the city was silent. After a long time, senior generals such as Kang Chengxun fell to the ground, and then all the Song army soldiers present knelt down together. Everyone had tears in their eyes and said together: "Your Majesty is so polite to the soldiers, even if you are crushed to pieces, you cannot repay them. You will definitely fight to the end and will never let Chang'an fall into the enemy."

Zhao Huan waved his hand and asked everyone to get up, then took a few steps forward, and helped Kang Chengxun and other imperial guards up, saying, "After a while, the Jin soldiers attacked again, and they still had to fight to the death. If they were lucky enough to defend, they would definitely be able to share wealth and honor in the future, and I will never go back on my word."

He was in a state of great excitement at this time, feeling distressed the casualties and losses of the General of the Palace who had been with him, and felt that his decision to defend Chang'an was a bit rash. In fact, his confidence was not enough. When talking to everyone, he accidentally used the word "lucky" as a proof.

Kang Chengxun did not realize that he was disturbed by Zhao Huan's words that he wanted to worship soldiers and raise their relatives. Since the Five Dynasties, the image of soldiers has become worse and worse, the country is like this, and the people of the world are the same. If Zhao Huan's words are true, the status of soldiers can be changed drastically. How can he not be very excited?

Hearing Zhao Huan's wealth and honor, he subconsciously replied: "Your Majesty is regarded as your confidant. How dare you hope to be rich and honor in the future at this time? You have nothing else to say, but you are here on the top of this city and serve Your Majesty with flesh and blood."

Huan Han nodded with a smile and glanced at the city. He saw countless people starting to go up to the city, transporting all kinds of supplies, and some people began to move the dead and injured soldiers down the city. Up and down the city, countless people in blue clothes were busy, carrying pieces of wood, huge stones, arrows, and weapons. They may be scholars, literati, or street porters. At this time, no matter how they are for the country and the family, they can only abandon all their identities and do their best to assist the army on the city to defend Chang'an.

Not far from the corner of the city, houses were leveled and demolished just for the sake of a few pieces of wood on the roof. The owner of the house did not resent or scolded him, and even rolled up his sleeves, which was even more vigorous than others.

Where the smoke and dust rose, the commander of the people was Zhang Jun, the Privy Councilor who was commanding the people. He only wore a gray-brown robe, a soft hat and a long sword on his waist. Under the escort of several personal soldiers, he led the Shu Mansion to command all the people in the city. Not far away, there was a selected strong man of 20,000 to 30,000 people, wearing robes of different shapes and various weapons in his hands, and was lined up in a mess. Dozens of imperial guards squeezed out from their teeth were talking loudly and teaching these people the simplest fighting skills, hoping that when they fought in a while, they could kill as much as possible before losing their lives.

Officers at all levels knew in their hearts that the people had not been trained and were willing to fight with their enthusiasm for defending the country and loyalty to the emperor. Once they were truly exposed to the cruel scenes of the battlefield, they were likely to affect the entire situation due to the collapse of several people. Therefore, they had to try their best to encourage the propaganda and divide the militia into several parts, one by one, consume the enemy's troops instead of rushing up to prevent sudden panic and causing all to collapse.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Huan's confidence did not increase much. These urgently recruited people only had temporary courage, but without the tenacity of soldiers. The fighting skills were fine. They were indomitable on the battlefield. Seeing the blood splattered with blood and calmness as if nothing had happened, they could not get the courage of blood.

However, the Song Dynasty could not help but practice martial arts and carry bows and arrows. Although the people despise soldiers, there are still some martial arts legacy of ancient Han people, so they attacked with powerful enemies, and the people's business can be used.

If it were the Ming Dynasty, those completely degenerate descendants of the Han family, tens of thousands of Han people who could be driven away by a few Qing soldiers, were brave and useless, and they would not dare to resist in Yangzhou when facing massacre. The Song people in front of them could still be called Han men.

He was thinking about himself, watching the ministers and military generals in front of him try their best to arrange and prepare to resist the next wave of attacks from the enemy, but someone suddenly said in his ears: "Your Majesty just said that you can only defend Chang'an by chance. For the ministers, Chang'an must be able to be defended, without saying it is a lucky person."

The man's voice was very strange, but he was not a familiar minister or a general and guard around him. He turned around in surprise and looked at him. He saw a middle-aged man in Taoist robe kneeling in front of him, watching the emperor look at him, but he was not panicked. A smile appeared on his naked face, but he didn't say anything.

Zhao Huan looked at his expression, but it was obvious that the other party recognized him. However, he searched in his mind for a long time, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Therefore, he did not dare to say anything in the other way first, so he could only say, "You said Chang'an can definitely be kept. What's the reason? Tell me quickly."

The man in the costume first showed surprise, then had to lower his head, touch his head, and replied, "This is not my opinion, it is what my friend said. If your Majesty wants to know the truth, you can call him here to ask."

Because of the urgent war on the city wall, all the loyal soldiers and the people of the Song Dynasty were all there, Zhao Huan was left with only a dozen guards. Zhao Huan had been mingling among the soldiers and the people who were transporting materials. He observed nearby that the people dressed as Taoist could even mingle with the emperor.

At this time, after hearing the answer between the emperor and him, it was obvious that the emperor did not recognize this person. Several guards immediately stepped forward, because the other party was here to offer advice, so they were a little polite, and separated the person from the emperor with their bodies. Then they said to him: "The Privy Councilor Zhang is at the city. You guy is very unaware of the matter, but you dare to hang around the side of Your Majesty and talk nonsense. If it weren't for this time, you must be punished."
Chapter completed!