The Longest Day in Chang’an

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The thought of Yuan Zai's head hurt again. He clearly saw that Zhang Xiaojing put a fierce fire thunder into the transfer machine. Is this unclear to do bad things? Now the conspiracy finally succeeded, and the lamp tower was finally bombed. No matter how it looked, Zhang Xiaojing did the whole thing. But Yuan Zai always couldn't understand that Zhang Xiaojing's too much behavior was full of contradictions. When he finally rushed from the top cabinet into the lamp tower, he specifically told Yuan Zai to issue a warning. Which villain would be so kind?

Yuan Zai shook his head, trying to get rid of these doubts. Was it shocked by those explosions just now? What about Zhang Xiaojing, what does it have to do with me? Now that the evidence is conclusive, all the blame is being borne, why should it be more laborious? There are more important things to do.

Yuan Zai has a strong hunch that this matter is not over yet and a bigger crisis is yet to come. Today's plan is to issue an alarm as soon as possible. This alarm can't be sent by others, and Yuan Zai must go in person, so as to show the loyalty of "dangerous devotion".

Yuan Zai stretched out his hands and rubbed his face to wake up as soon as possible.

At this time, the Longwu military guard circle near the lamp tower had been messed up. Most of the soldiers were affected by the explosion just now and fell to the ground. The remaining soldiers were overwhelmed and waved their arms to prevent anyone from approaching. People come to save the wounded.

Yuan Zai ignored this mess, he raised his shirt and tucked it into his belt, and quickly ran along the emergency communication channel opened by the Longwu Army, rushing towards the Jinming Gate. On the way, Yuan Zai saw that the building above Qinzheng was messy. The candle shadows were scattered and the steps were tumbling. Even the endless music sound was interrupted.

Yuan Zai is familiar with the rules of the palace. This is the most important occasion of the Spring Banquet of the year. If a song is suddenly stopped, it will be regarded as unlucky. Even if the hands of the musicians in the band are broken, they must continue to play. Now even the sound of music is gone, it can be seen that it was a disaster.

He ran under the Jinming Gate in one breath and saw Chen Xuanli standing at the head of the city, without the awe-inspiring power of peace. He was continually whispering with several deputies around him, and soldiers ran to report.

Chen Xuanli has seen the burning scene of the lamp tower just now. The mess at the scene of the Spring Banquet reached Jinming Gate as soon as possible. But Chen Xuanli was a cautious person and did not immediately dispatch the Dragon Martial Army. Even after receiving Li Mi's warning, he didn't move.

The Longwu Army is a forbidden army, with a sensitive position and unchangeable status. In the previous generations of the Tang Dynasty, there was a forbidden army in battles in the palace. Not to mention a long time ago, Tang Long, who was personally spurred by the Holy Saints, and the two conquests of congenitally, both mastered the benefits of the forbidden army before they could kill Wei and Princess Taiping. Chen Xuanli has experienced two things in person, knowing what the emperor is most afraid of.

Imagine when Chen Xuanli and his soldiers entered the Spring Banquet without the order of the emperor. What would be the result? Even if it was for escort, the emperor would inevitably think, this time you will be involuntarily, and next time you will be involuntarily, and then ... maybe there is no more.

Therefore, Chen Xuanli must first figure out what happened to the lamphouse just now. Is it a well-designed gimmick or an accident? Or, as Li Mi said, it was deliberately filled with fierce fire thunder? Depending on the situation, Long Wujun can make the most correct response.

Chen Xuanli was scorching his head, and suddenly found that someone under the city was running to the Jinming Gate, and yelling, it seemed that there were any urgent matters to be notified. Seeing this man's blue robe, he was still a low-level official, but he was covered in dirt and dirt, and even his headscarf was crooked.

"Secretary-General Jing'an seeks to see." A soldier soon notified.

Chen Xuanli was slightly surprised, Jing Ansi? Li Bigang just left, why is there another one this time? Yuan Zai panted to the top of the city, and when he saw Chen Xuanli, he shouted in spite of the salute: "General Chen, please evacuate Shangyuan Spring Banquet as soon as possible!"

Chen Xuanli was stunned. Li Mi said the same thing just now, why is this the same tone? He asked rhetorically: "Is it your Excellency that there is a fierce fire and thunder in the Taiyuan Xuanyuan Lamp Building?"

"It's not clear, but according to our company's information, the lamp tower has been infiltrated by the earthworms, and there must be a means that is not conducive to the emperor!" Yuan Zai is not as clear as Li Mi, so he has to be as smooth as possible.

Chen Xuanli asked: "Has it already happened, or has it not happened yet?"

If it's the former, don't worry. The Spring Banquet was just a mess, and there were no casualties; if the latter is the case, it will be in trouble.

Yuan Zai replied: "I just returned from the lamphouse when I came down. I saw that Mao Shun was thrown down from the tall building, and the thief was holding a fierce fire and threw it up. I am afraid that the means of the cricket may not only burn the lamphouse so simple." Chen Xuanli lightly bearded. Suspicious, Yuan Yuan took the previous step and whispered: "No need to **** the soldiers, just sneak the saint out, others can leave slowly."

He knew Chen Xuanli's fear and suspicion, so he suggested that instead of having a big fan, only send two or three people to quietly transfer the emperor to a safe place. This will not only protect the emperor, but also cause no suspicion. Chen Xuanli stared at Yuan Zai. This guy was so brave. Isn't it a hint that as long as the emperor is safe, everyone else will die? There are also clan monarchs, princes of the fifth grade and above, and emissaries from all nations, who died in Yuan Zai's mouth? But Chen Xuanli thought about it again, but couldn't think of a more appropriate way.

After a moment of silence, Chen Xuanli finally made up his mind. The two Jing'an people have issued the same warning. No matter whether there is a threat of fierce fire and thunder in the lamp tower, Tianzi is not suitable to stay in this building.

He immediately summoned his subordinates to close the gates of the Xingqing Palace to guard against possible attacks, and then took off the helmet: "I personally went to see the emperor." , It's too striking.

Yuan Zai Gongte said: "Then the official will leave ..."

"You go with me." Chen Xuanli said coldly. Somehow, he didn't like this guy who made a very reasonable speech. Yuan Zai's complexion changed a little bit: "No, no, the rank of the lower official is too low, and it's against the court to rush into the building."

"You don't have to go upstairs, but you have to stay with me." Chen Xuanli insisted. He didn't have time to verify Yuan Zai's identity and intelligence, and he simply took it by his side. In case there was any difference, he could solve it on the spot.

Yuan Zai was full of helplessness on the surface, but inwardly he was very happy. He counted on Chen Xuanli's cautious personality and came up with a move to "retreat to advance." As long as he agreed with Chen Xuanli, he would definitely have the opportunity to see the saint and leave an impression on his old man's heart-this is a godsend opportunity that he can't afford.

Of course, this time, the risk is also great, the light tower will blow up sometime. But Yuan Zai decided to take a risk. Didn't the rich get all the risks?

Chen Xuanli was not interested in Yuan Zai's thoughts. He stood at the head of the city and looked towards the square. The lamp tower has become a huge torch, exuding heat and light, even here at the Jinming Gate, you can feel its power. The sky-burning fire seemed to be very close to a certain limit. By this time, everyone began to feel something was wrong.

Shangyuan Denglou, even if it is luxurious, will not burn to this extent.

Chen Xuanli clasped his brows and shouted, "Go!" He rushed down the tower with Yuan Zai and several guards.

Zhang Xiaojing leaned in front of the wooden platform, staring blankly at the surrounding fire wall and gradually moving towards himself.

Everything that can be done has been done; the passage to escape has been devoured by the tongue of fire, and it is impossible to go downstairs. He exhausted all options, only to wait for the last moment to arrive.

It is said that people can see their own life in the moment before death. But what flashed in front of Zhang Xiaojing's eyes was faces. Xiao Xiao, Wen Wuji, the eighth regiment brothers, Li Mi, Xu Bin, Yao Runeng, Iss, Tanqi, Wenran ... Every face seems to treat him Say something, but they can't last for too long, and they will soon be destroyed in the fire.

Zhang Xiaojing concentrated his attention on it for a long time before reluctantly recognizing what they wanted to say-in fact, there was only one sentence: Do you regret it? Do you regret it? Do you regret it?

This is a very sharp question. Zhang Xiaojing closed his eyes, and his mind emerged from the scene of yesterday morning when he walked out of death row. If I could do it again, would I still make the same choice?

Zhang Xiaojing smiled. He twitched his chapped lips and slowly spit out two words: "No regrets."

He did not regret the choice he made today, not for a certain emperor or a court, but for the Changan city and the many ordinary people who live in it.

Zhang Xiaojing just felt that there were still too many regrets: he failed to stop this conspiracy and lived up to the trust of Li Sicheng; he did not see Wenran safe and sound; there was no chance for those who bullied the eighth regiment veterans to get their due revenge; I was also tired of Xu Bin, Yao Runeng and Ise ... By the way, I am also very sorry for Tanqi. I was so ashamed that I promised to solve this matter, but the result fell into such a field. I do n’t know what happened to her now?

Thinking of this, a graceful and vague figure appeared in his pupils, Zhang Xiaojing sighed helplessly, shook his head, and the figure dissipated immediately.

Looking back on what he did on this day, Zhang Xiaojing felt that he actually made many low-level mistakes. If you give him another chance, maybe the situation will be completely different. If you can arrive at Changming Square earlier, there is no chance for the fierce fire oil to be shipped out; if you can catch the fish intestines in Pingkang Square, you can expose the plan of the cricket earlier; if the fierce fire mine installed on the transfer machine is not damaged , The smooth detonation, there is no need to have the trouble behind ...

Zhang Xiaojing was confused in the fire, his eyelids suddenly jumped. He was a little strange, what's wrong with him? Was confused by high temperature? So he turned his thoughts back again, and again, and sure enough, his eyelids jumped again.

If it was repeated, he opened his eyes, and the whole person stood up, supporting the wooden platform. The vitality that had been gradually dissipated suddenly gathered back again.

correct! If the fierce fire thunder seal is damaged, vent it! It won't explode! Regardless of size, this truth makes sense!

Mao Shun wanted to deflect the transfer plane, just to use the angle of deflection to crush the bottom of Tianshu, and let the stone oil out. Although there is no turning point to use now, Tianshu turns around endlessly-it is made of bamboo. With the power of human beings, even if it can't be broken, it can leave a few cuts on the outer wall to let the stone grease leak out.

Zhang Xiaojing never calculated how many cuts and how much stone oil would be lost to make this huge fiery thunder completely lose its inner strength. He just realized this possibility and didn't want to die with regret, so he came to do the last stroke.

At the thought of hope, Zhang Xiaojing burst into vitality again. He glanced left and right and saw a piece of tools thrown in the basket near the wooden platform. This is what the cricket craftsmen have abandoned here after installing the unicorn arm. Zhang Xiaojing picked up a few axes from the basket. The handle of the axe had been roasted so hot that it could hardly be held.

Zhang Xiaojing grabbed these axes and turned back to Tianshu. Tianshu still twirled, as if there was nothing worth stopping in this world. The blazing fire around them made the pitted pan-green pivot clear.

The heights of Tianshu and Denglou are the same. There can be no such tall bamboo in the world. In the design of Mao Shun, a piece of hard bamboo is connected through, and the joint is fixed with a cast iron sleeve. If there is any weakness in it, it should be near the iron sleeve.

Zhang Xiaojing was unkind and waved a big ax. Unfortunately, the surface of Tianshu has been hardened, leaving only a shallow white mark on the axe blade. Zhang Xiaojing cracked again, and then a small gap was barely opened, and black stone grease oozed out, as if a person was injured and shed blood. Zhang Xiaojing waved his axe for the third time and tried his best to hack in the same place, and then he severely cut a big mouth.

The mellow and thick black petrolatum spewed out of the narrow slit, as if the fountain was pouring on the wooden wheel. At this time, the temperature outside was already very high. As soon as the petrolatum was sprayed onto the surface of the wooden wheel, it was immediately hula-fired. After a while, the wooden wheel floor was completely burned and became a steamer.

Zhang Xiaojing knew that this was not enough. For Tianshu, who is almost the same height as Denglou, this wound is not enough to expel the medicine. He also needs to cut more mouths and release more stone fat.

But at this time, the wooden wheel had been burned by stone oil, and it was impossible to fall. Zhang Xiaojing had to pick up an axe and continue climbing up the remaining scaffolding. Each time he climbed, he waved his axe and chopped wildly, until he cut a big mouth of stone grease, and then continued to move up.

These spurting stone grease will make the interior of the lamphouse burn more crazy, which in turn will cause Tianshu to explode more quickly. Zhang Xiaojing is not only competing with time, but also helping his opponent accelerate on the way. So, in this burning lamphouse hell, a determined figure was walking through the fire and smoke. Time and time again, he approached the pillar of Tianshu, which was about to explode, and tried his best to fight for the possibility of being so small as to be negligible.

The fire became more and more vigorous. The red flames were like wild grasses in the spring. They were everywhere, and the temperature in the building was hot enough to be comparable to a lamb cake oven. Zhang Xiaojing's eyebrows were quickly burned, his scalp was almost burned, and the upper and lower clothes were unable to resist, and they all turned into holes with charcoal edges, and the whole body was burned by flames-especially the back. He was in Jing'an before. Nei had just been burned once, and it was even more painful to see the high temperature again at this time.

But Zhang Xiaojing's movement, but no stagnation. He dexterously jumped between the bamboo frame and the wooden frame, from time to time next to Tianshu, slashing with an axe. Wherever he went, he left behind black fountains, making the flames below noisier.

Bang! Click! Wow--

There was another opening in Tianshu, sprayed with black oil.

Zhang Xiaojing didn't know how many openings this was, not to mention how many pounds of stone resin were sprayed out. He just used his last breath and hoped to reduce the explosion of the lighthouse as much as possible before he died completely. Hazards. He threw away the axe that had been rolled, and pulled the last one from his waist.

He raised his head and tried to distinguish the upward path. The height of this area is close to the top of the lamp tower, the flame has not yet spread, but the smoke has been extremely thick. The thick smoke of the whole lamp tower gathered here and drifted towards the sky. Zhang Xiaojing's one-eyed eyes were so red that he could hardly breathe, but he coughed loudly and climbed up.

He stepped on the foot and quickly turned up one more layer. This floor is more narrow than the space below. It is only the size of an ordinary person's patio. Except for the Tianshu, there are only a few wooden frames interlaced and matched, without vertical ropes and suspension bridges. Zhang Xiaojing reluctantly looked around. The smoke was thick and he could not see anything.

Going up again, there seems to be no way out. Zhang Xiaojing could feel his body shaking slightly. No, not the body, the whole space is shaking, and the range is quite large. He reached forward with his left hand, touched Tianshu, and found that he had reached the top.

It turned out that Zhang Xiaojing had climbed to the very top of the lamp tower, and the Tianshu no longer extended upwards here, and the top was inlaid with a circle of copper convex Fudan seal. Above it bears a wooden cross frame made of 繻 猊 shape, and a tongue-shaped pick is slanted on the shelf. When the hub is started, the moving light house will pass under the shovel span, let the pick pull the roof oil, and automatically light the fire candle.

Zhang Xiaojing waved his axe and split it a few times at the top of Tianshu. He first smashed the bronze Danzhuan hard, and then made another cut. At this height, even if there is stone resin in Tianshu, it is impossible to run out. Zhang Xiaojing did this mainly to keep his heart down, as if to complete a necessary ceremony.

After doing all of this, Zhang Xiaojing threw the axe downstairs, feeling that his whole body was almost burned to maturity. He used his last force to climb over the 狻 瓊 straddle, leaning back against the pick, collapsed to the ground.

This time it was really over. He has done everything he can, and then he will look at God's will.