Chapter 256 The red sky shows mercy? No one dares to speak loudly

Author: Traveling from the South

Chapter 256 The red sky shows mercy? No one dares to speak loudly

On March 2, Zhou Bai, the king of Anbei, led his demon-subduing army to land in Pujin County and marched for hundreds of miles. On the same day, he captured Pujin County and lost an arm of Fancheng.

On March 3, Li Dingguo led his army into Yuanshi County, forcing the defenders to surrender, and then cut off the other arm of Fancheng.

Fancheng became an isolated city like a wealthy people, with 30,000 soldiers left in a hurry, and there was no time to repair it.

Suddenly, I heard that my family was still fighting alone, and I immediately fell into trouble.

How to fight this? We must withdraw again.

Dingzhou City, the capital of the country, is the most powerful city in Dingzhou. We have soldiers, food and family, so why be trapped in an isolated city.

Lei Zhen was unable to suppress his subordinates, and their morale plummeted like a flood after it broke its embankment. No human effort could restore it.

In desperation, he could only come up with Lei Haomiao's clear edict, even with some hints, saying that he would protect his family and the country, and that his family would be behind him.

However, even so, the military was only superficially stable, and many powerful military leaders were colluding in private, discussing military advice and even rebelling.

It’s true that their family members live in Dingzhou City, but aren’t you, General Lei Zhen, and the other generals named Lei also your family members?

In the following days, even if there were personal guards guarding the camp, the general surnamed Lei would turn a blind eye for fear of something happening in his sleep.

Lei Zhen was filled with unwillingness and anger. While restraining his subordinates as much as possible, he could only sit back and watch the Anbei army coming around to besiege the city.

On March 5, when a large fish-dragon banner tied with five-colored ribbons and embroidered with strange dragon patterns appeared under Fancheng, the last bit of luck for the defenders was invisible.

Although Lei Zhen couldn't watch the situation, from the gloomy eyes of the surrounding generals and the rebellious words of many fierce soldiers, he knew that the city might not be able to hold on until the Anbei army took action.

His face was pale, and he bowed to Dingzhou City in the south: "Your Majesty, if there is no better chance, I am afraid that I will have to die for my country and my family..."

According to the secret message given to him by Lei Haomiao, today the capital will hold a ceremony to worship the heaven, hoping to use the power of foreign luck to save the situation.

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In the southern suburbs of Dingzhou City, where people worship the gods, circles of soldiers guard the area.

The murderous atmosphere and fierce military atmosphere not only made the officials and people attending the ceremony a little uncomfortable, but also did not meet the requirements of the ceremony.

There are too many defenders, and it is very close to the city. Is it necessary to bring out all the palace guards?

In fact, it is really necessary for Lei Haomiao, who knows the current situation.

The north lost three counties in a row. Even if Fancheng can block the front, it is normal for some cavalry and small groups of troops to come from other places.

As early as two days ago, Chu Kai's cavalry outpost appeared a hundred miles outside Dingzhou City.

If it weren't for the fact that there were thousands of fine cavalry in the imperial guards and a group of Taoist priests who supported them to detect the enemy's situation, Tianzhen might not have left the city during this festival.

The auspicious time has arrived, and after the trumpets sound in unison, Shaohua ritual music sounds.

Right Prime Minister Shi Jing, who was dressed in purple robes, led a group of officials in scarlet robes and red robes, and entered the venue in a mighty procession. The atmosphere of a great ceremony suddenly emerged.

Those who have the most noble destiny and the most prosperous luck in Dingguo are this group of people. Their official aura is condensed and they dominate the whole place, and all the noise disappears.

Immediately afterwards, generals wearing military uniforms and heavy armor entered the scene, but the lineup of military generals was much thinner than the full range of civil servants.

Those who could be named were all Lei. A few calm and heroic generals followed behind, scanning the entire place for any unsettling factors.

The civil and military officials gathered together, Shao music suddenly became passionate, and a majestic monarch wearing a marquis's crown slowly walked towards the altar.

The clouds have cleared away and the sky is blue.

"The king and his lord offer sacrifices to each other, only to ask for mercy from the red sky..."

Lei Haomiao followed the process step by step, with incense lingering and a dense aura gradually surrounding the altar.

"...The grains in the world are prosperous, and the sun shines in the sky. We sing and dance together, and the gods and gods repay the music. All the people watch the imperial edict and solemnly sing the praises. The country is peaceful, and the life is long...celebrations are brilliant."

However, I bowed and knelt down, but when the lengthy sacrificial words were finished, there was not even a single vision, let alone the blessing from the Emperor of Heaven.

There was no other way, so Lei Haomiao could only take out a writing box wrapped in yellow cloth. This box could store the writing and preserve the literary spirit without leaking it.

Use the literary spirit in the literary storage box as a guide to enlighten children and open up their cultural context.

The writing box that Lei Haomiao currently has is the handwritten manuscripts he has collected from the great talents in the state during his years as governor.

Gently open the lid of the box, and the irrepressible literary energy rushes out. Gold, cyan, and red, of which only a few are red.

These manuscripts were originally intended to serve as the clan's heritage to prevent future generations from making fools and ruining the Lei family's reputation.

Lei Haomiao sighed softly, a little reluctant to give up, but in order to let the Red Emperor see him, he had no choice but to make a one-time sacrifice.

According to some secrets left over from the past dynasties, enough literary spirit can give the Emperor of Heaven more insight when he understands the great truth. Therefore, offering sacrifices to Heaven with literature may make the Emperor of Heaven happy.

The manuscript in the furnace burned quickly, thin white smoke gradually rose, and the ashes either settled or danced with the breeze.

Under such special circumstances, all kinds of strange phenomena could not be concealed. Looking at the cultural energy rising into the sky, Lei Haomiao knelt in front of the sacrificial tripod and was filled with piety.

"The humble ministers kowtow and pray, asking His Majesty the Red Emperor to have mercy on you. The northern thieves who have not inherited the good fortune want to seize the country of the Red Fortune and deprive you of food..."

"Your Majesty, I invite the light of the red sky to shine on the country."

As the prince of a country bearing the Red Fortune, even though Lei Haomiao is just a mortal, he can really be called a minister in front of the Red Emperor.

Since his ministers were in trouble, the Red Emperor naturally had no choice but to ignore them, otherwise many Red King monarchs in the world would not be disappointed.

When the vigorous spirit of civilization ascends to the sky, a red glow finally shines directly on the high, blue sky, and the core of the glow is Lei Haomiao.

"You are sincere, but the trend is irreversible... I will ensure that your family's prosperity continues."

The majestic sound resounded through Lei Haomiao's heart, but he was not happy at all.

Is it just that the Baolei family has been prosperous for a long time?

He didn't care whether the owner of the voice was the Red Emperor or not, he immediately cried: "Your Majesty, I am asking for great luck, and I will definitely return it in the future!"

"If you don't lend a helping hand today, Dingguo, which bears the Red Luck, will soon disappear in Tianyuan Continent, and you will lose a loyal mortal minister."

Perhaps it was the sacrifice, or perhaps Lei Haomiao's tearful words really moved the higher-ups.

That majestic and loud voice really gave an idea.

"Since you serve your country, you should ask for help from it. Chi Tian cannot interfere with humanity's struggle for dragons like this. I hope you can do it for yourself..."

In the lingering sound, the red glow has disappeared, and the sacrifice to heaven has come to an end here.

At this time, Zhenjun Shao Yuan, who was patrolling in the distance, frowned and naturally looked towards the core of Dingzhou City.

I saw that the National Fortune Tianzhu, which had been declining and becoming shorter, suddenly shook because of this sacrifice to the sky. Countless light spots fell off, revealing the dilapidated scene inside the Tianzhu.

What's more serious is that some holes are forming in the base of the Tianzhu, that is, the foundation.

This means not only losing the war and losing the national destiny, but also the foundation is shaken and the tall buildings will collapse.

Obviously, Lei Haomiao failed in his sacrifice to heaven and did not get the help he wanted from above.

The last hope was shattered, the foundation was rotten, and the Tianzhu entered the countdown to collapse.

Since Heaven really does not intend to deeply interfere in the human world, then the general trend of Dingzhou is clear. The person who built the Dingzhou tripod is most likely Zhou Bai.

In the Tianyuan Continent, the Middle-earth Dynasty, every time a state was opened, the new state's fortune was collected, the hope of all living beings was gathered, and the state tripod was finally cast to suppress the luck.

The current Dingzhou Ding extracts the hidden destiny of Dingzhou in the sacred city to contribute to the continuation of the Great Xu Kingdom.

In the past dynasties, whenever someone recast the state tripod, the state's fortune would flourish.

If the owner is a bright leader and a talented person, he can take advantage of the prosperity of the state to develop vigorously and lead the state to become strong and prosperous in the next few hundred years.

Shaoyuan is now thinking about meeting Zhou Bai in person, firstly, to completely break off the relationship with Daxu and Dingguo, and secondly, to verify whether Zhou Bai is suitable to be the lord of Dingzhou.

The transmission talisman flew towards the south, while he himself walked on the clouds towards the north.

"Come here, please bring the envoy of Daxu. If you have any important matters, please report them to the sect." Lei Haomiao, who hurried back to the palace city, ordered impatiently.

"May I ask your Majesty, what is the purpose of contacting Daxu at this time? What is the specific situation of worshiping heaven?" Right Prime Minister Shi Jing asked with a heavy face and cupped his hands.

All the way back to the city, he saw chaos and panic, but he could barely maintain order under the pressure of the soldiers.

For this Dingguo's only purple-robed minister, Lei Haomiao still has to respect him more, and besides, if he can give some useful advice.

So Lei Haomiao told him in detail the conversation that took place during the sacrifice to heaven, and told him that he would borrow luck from Daxu next.

Shi Jing let out a long sigh and asked Heaven for help. If he could really ask for help, there might be a chance of reversal.

But just borrowing luck from the suzerain country, how much luck can be borrowed, and without a foundation of strength, adding luck is just a castle in the air.

He bowed down to pay homage and seriously remonstrated: "Why are you doing this? It's better to focus on the actual situation."

"Our country still has 30,000 forbidden troops and 50,000 brave soldiers. Moreover, the city of Dingzhou has high walls and deep walls and is impregnable. The national food reserves can still last for one year, so it is not impossible to hold on and wait for changes."

"I suggest that we immediately look for opportunities to rescue the remnants of Fancheng's army. Save as many as we can... summon the big families in Dingzhou and borrow troops from them, so as to kill two birds with one stone... I will issue a heavy reward edict for loyal ministers and righteous men..."

It can be said that these suggestions are all effective methods in the current critical situation.

Shi Jing was able to serve as a state councilor. When Lei Haomiao was eager to support his family, he was able to secure his position as prime minister. He was truly talented and hard-working.

However, Lei Haomiao is now facing a desperate situation. He only wants to make a comeback. How can he still listen to some mature advice on how to plan for the country? Take your time. The country will die long ago.

At this time, Shao Yuan's transmission talisman arrived, making him nod repeatedly: "As long as the True Lord is willing to take action, as long as he is willing to take action, it's fine. If I don't want to kill Zhou Bai and let him get injured, this southern expedition must be slowed down."
To be continued...