The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 212: The Trap

Yijian Pavilion.

Covered in the silvery moonlight, Fu Cailin stood quietly on the top of the mountain, staring in the direction of Pyongyang City, from the time the sun was at its highest point until now, like a statue.

The golden dragon of national destiny that used to hover over Pyongyang City has now disappeared. The golden dragon's wailing five hours ago lingers in my ears all the time, and I cannot calm down for a long time.

With one man and one sword, Fu Cailin, one of the three great masters, guarded Goguryeo for decades and was the patron saint in the hearts of the people.

Now that Goguryeo has perished, Fu Cailin's face is pale, his eyes are dull, an unspeakable grief and anger surges in his heart, and his state of mind, which has been practicing martial arts for many years, is now shaky.

The eldest disciple Fu Jun'er, who was waiting at the side, looked concerned and frowned as she said, "Master, it's getting late."

"Yes, Master, you haven't eaten for a whole day."

"What happened? Can you tell us?"

Fu Junyu and Fu Junqiang, dressed in fluttering white, followed suit.

"Goguryeo was destroyed."

With a long sigh, Fu Cailin, who was dressed in a blue shirt, shook his wide sleeves, covered his face and cried, and said very sadly.

The disappearance of the golden dragon of fortune foreshadowed the demise of the country. Goguryeo, which had lasted for hundreds of years, perished at the hands of the Blue Emperor Shen Yuanliang at such a fast speed, like an avalanche.

"No way, this is impossible."

Shaking their heads, the three sisters were unwilling to believe this fact. Their obsidian eyes were filled with astonishment and they looked dazed.

Under the influence of Fu Cailin since childhood, the three sisters Fu Jun'er, Fu Junyu and Fu Junqiang were loyal to the emperor and patriotic. Some time ago, Fu Jun'er even wanted to risk her life to assassinate the tyrant emperor Yang Guang.

But upon hearing the news of the fall of Goguryeo, the three sisters were instantly broken down and withered like flowers, no longer as lively and beautiful as before.

"Contact the Yuwen clan. I agreed to their request."

Fu Cailin clenched his pale fist, turned around, and gave instructions with a serious expression.

A few days ago, the Yuwen clan sent a pigeon to invite Fu Cailin and others to join them in besieging and killing the Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang. However, Fu Cailin, who was proud of his martial arts prowess, ignored the invitation.

When the news of the country's demise came, hatred took over Fu Cailin's heart. He had only one idea in his mind, to kill the Blue Emperor Shen Yuanliang and have him buried with Goguryeo.

"Zheli!"

Under the bright moonlight, the pure white Saker Falcon flapped its wings, which were shining coldly, and flew high. With a whoosh, it disappeared into the sky, leaving only a small black dot.

"Who is it? Who is defying fate and changing destiny?"

The entire Central Plains is not at peace tonight. Many experts who are good at observing the weather can't sleep, and they keep calculating, trying to know who destroyed Goguryeo.

"Pfft!!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out, staining the tortoise shell in his hand, which seemed unable to withstand the tremendous cause and effect, and broke into pieces. His face looked much older, just like the last time he divined the birth of the "Immortal Scripture".

……

A hint of paleness quietly appeared in the sky. It was just dawn. The city of Jian'an, located on the front line of the Liaoshui River, was bustling with people and the sound of drills could be heard in the ears.

June is the hottest season of the year. The famous Goguryeo general Eulji Mundeok trained the three armies in the early morning, the coolest time of the day.

On the wooden platform, Eulji Wende, wearing black Suanni armor and holding a whip, scanned the endless army below the stage with sharp eyes like an eagle.

"Kill, kill..."

Listening to the deafening training sounds in his ears, Yi Zhi Wende was very satisfied and had more confidence in resisting the Blue Emperor Shen Yuanliang.

Due to the continuous wars, most of the young and strong people of military age were lost. Now, even children as young as ten and men as old as forty are conscripted, in order to squeeze the war potential of Goguryeo as much as possible.

In this way, they could maintain an army of 500,000 on the front line, use the strong city to defeat the repeated attacks of the Sui Dynasty, and buy Goguryeo a chance to catch its breath.

"Grand Marshal, Grand Marshal."

At this moment, a fat, dusty middle-aged man rushed in. He was the naval commander Park Zhengyi. He had messy hair and chapped lips.

It took a whole day and night to travel from Nanpu to the Liaoshui front without a drop of water. Eight horses were exhausted to death, and they only managed to get through by relying on their strong internal strength.

"General Park, you are not in Nampo, what are you doing here?"

An unexpected person appeared at the front line. Yi Ji Wende's heart sank. An ominous shadow loomed over his heart, and his heart was pounding wildly.

"Grand Marshal, the navy is gone."

The fat man Park Zhengyi fell to his knees on the ground, tears streaming down his face. His shrill howls covered the sound of the soldiers' training. A bird resting on the flagpole was startled and flew away with a scream.

"Thirty or forty thousand naval troops, not thirty thousand pigs."

"A whole 10 million taels of silver, just to go down the drain? General Park, you are truly a man of talent."

Rubbing Park Zhengye's chubby face, the furious Yi Ji Wende said with gritted teeth.

No wonder people in the Central Plains say that they are not afraid of god-like opponents, but they are afraid of pig-like teammates. Now the navy has been completely wiped out, and the Nampo Water Fort can no longer be defended. Pyongyang City is directly exposed to the enemy. The defense-less Pyongyang City is like a delicious delicacy at this moment, completely undefended. Pyongyang City is in danger, and Goguryeo is in danger.

"cracking!!"

At this moment, a clear cry was heard, and a Saker Falcon with a wingspan of two meters fell from the sky and landed directly on Yizhi Wende's arm, its sharp claws tightly grasping the sturdy armor.

Reaching out to take the letter, he read ten lines at a glance. Yi Zhiwende's expression became more and more serious, as gloomy as water, like the dark clouds before a storm, which made people tremble with fear.

"waste."

Eulji Wende shouted loudly, then kicked Park Zhengye on the body. Park Zhengye rolled on the ground like a meat ball, covered in blood, until he was ten feet away.

This was a letter for help, written entirely in blood, which detailed the crisis in Pyongyang City. The bad premonition became a reality, and it overwhelmed Eulji Wende.

Does he rescue or not?
If we were to rescue them, it would be a long journey, and the mountain roads would be difficult to travel. It would be easy to encounter an ambush, and there was a high possibility that the enemy would surround and attack the reinforcements, resulting in the annihilation of the reinforcements.
If he did not rescue, even as the Grand Marshal of Goguryeo he would not be able to stop the people from gossiping about him, and he, a famous general of Goguryeo, would probably become a traitor overnight and lose all his wisdom and talent.

Good reputation or good power, this is a dilemma!

"Grand Marshal, the situation is critical, please send reinforcements as soon as possible."

Yeon Gaesomun, a tall and strong man about twenty years old, cupped his hands and spoke anxiously.

Born into the Sunu tribe, one of the five tribes of Goguryeo, his father Yeon Taejo was the Lord of the Eastern Goguryeo and the Great Duero. Yeon Gaesomun's power in the army was second only to Eulji Mundeok, and he was in charge of an army of 150,000.

Now Shen Yuanliang's troops are at the gate of the city, and Yeon Gaesomun's relatives, including his father, are in Pyongyang. They are in danger at any moment, so Yeon Gaesomun can't help but be nervous!

"Okay, you will lead an army of 100,000 to rescue us."

After thinking for a moment and looking around, Yi Zhiwende, whose hair and beard were all white, felt nervous and gave the order expressionlessly.

As the royal family of Goguryeo, the Gao family ruled Goguryeo for hundreds of years and was deeply loved by the people. Although Yi Ji Wende was the commander-in-chief, if he really did not come to the rescue, the army under his command would most likely fall apart.

In addition, with Yeon Gaesomun eyeing him covetously, Eulji Mondeok, who had some ulterior motives in his mind, had to suppress his disrespectful thoughts.

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

The earth-shattering sound of drums rang out, and in the neat and uniform camp, countless soldiers rushed in like a tide, gradually gathering into a river and marching towards Pyongyang City.

Yeon Gaesomun was riding a tall horse, holding the reins in his right hand, with his eyes squinted, making it impossible to see his inner thoughts. A silent heaviness spread, and everyone was heavy-hearted.

……

On the mountains thirty miles away from Pyongyang.

"Three days have finally passed, and the sky is clearing up after the rain."

Twisting his neck and stretching his body, Shen Yuanliang, who was wearing a sky blue Taoist robe with a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram embroidered on the back, pursed his lips and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up, Shen Yuanliang was the only one within a hundred feet. He was all alone and very lonely. The ground was covered with stones, bird droppings, etc.

Shen Yuanliang's luck backfired and he was despised by the whole world. He was like a lone boat in the ocean, constantly encountering different dangers. Fortunately, he had outstanding cultivation and survived the disaster without any danger.

Facing the gorgeous rays of light, a ten-foot-high pillar of luck stood above his head between heaven and earth, like a pillar of heaven, suppressing all evil spirits and monsters. A green dragon shadow hovered above it, looking mighty and majestic.

"Master."

After getting a signal from Shen Yuanliang, Qiu Ju looked around, then walked over slowly and tremblingly, fearing that something indescribable would fall from the sky.

As Shen Yuanliang's personal maid, Qiu Ju should have always been by his side, serving him tea and water. However, her experience three days ago was hard to describe and she had no words to express her pain.

"How is the cleanup going in Pyongyang?"

Playing with the talisman on his waist, Shen Yuanliang asked casually.

When his luck was at its lowest, Shen Yuanliang confined himself to a circle and did not participate in it, so as to avoid his own luck affecting others and causing unnecessary trouble.

Volcanic eruptions, seawater backflow, earthquakes, tornadoes, etc., everything is possible.

"Master, all the nobles and the people who were dissatisfied with us have been cleared out."

Seeing that nothing bad was happening, Qiuju finally felt relieved. She patted her snow-white chest and muttered.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

Shen Yuanliang destroyed Goguryeo, but just in case, he still had to eliminate some potential threats that were attached to his homeland. If he couldn't eliminate the high-ranking officials, how would he eat his fill?

When Goguryeo fell, Shen Yuanliang had his fill. Pyongyang, which occupied 70% to 80% of Goguryeo's wealth, was like a piece of fat pork, ready for Shen Yuanliang to slaughter.

Is it okay to not have friends?
"How was the harvest?"

Shen Yuanliang consumed a huge amount of metal to refine the flying sword, and was now penniless. There were rats running around in the warehouses of Qingdi City, and thieves would cry when they saw him.

Now that Goguryeo has been destroyed, Shen Yuanliang must squeeze out as much "oil and water" as possible, and he doesn't have to worry about the impact, after all, they are not his own people.

He just had a bit of kindness in his heart and targeted the nobles for purge, unless they were hostile.

(End of this chapter)