Heroes of Troubled Times: Chronicles of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms

Li Maozhen's order echoed over the battlefield, and the soldiers moved at the sound, with a resolute light flashing in their eyes. The tightly grasped weapons glowed coldly in the moonlight, as if foreshadowing the upcoming bloody storm.

"Yang Shihou, your death is coming!" Li Maozhen stared coldly at Yang Shihou on the city wall, and his voice was full of murderous intent.

Yang Shihou stood on the city wall, his eyes were firm, but his heart was in chaos. He knew that this battle was not only a contest of life and death, but also a struggle for power.

"Li Maozhen, do you think you can succeed easily?" Yang Shihou responded loudly, and his voice was particularly clear in the night sky.

However, at this moment, an assassin of Li Maozhen approached Yang Shihou silently. In the chaos, the assassin pierced Yang Shihou's chest with a sword.

"Yang Shihou!" The soldiers shouted in fear, and the defenders on the city wall suddenly fell into chaos.

Zhu Wen saw this scene from a distance, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Li Maozhen, you despicable villain!"

Zhu Wen immediately ordered the whole army to launch a general attack, and his voice was full of grief and indignation: "Revenge for Master Yang, kill all the enemies!"

The soldiers heard the order, cheered up, grasped their weapons tightly, and rushed to the enemy camp. On the battlefield, swords and shadows, blood and flesh flew, the shouts of soldiers, the collision of weapons, and the neighing of war horses intertwined, forming a tragic war picture.

"General, the enemy's offensive is too fierce, we can't stand it!" A deputy general reported to Zhu Wen anxiously.

Zhu Wen frowned, and his voice revealed a trace of determination: "No matter what, we must hold on and can't let Li Maozhen succeed!"

Just then, the medical officer Bian Yong and the Taoist Zhang Taiyi jointly cast a mysterious spell, and suddenly, a strange fog appeared on the battlefield. The soldiers lost their way in the fog, and the battle situation suddenly fell into chaos.

"What the hell is this?" The soldiers shouted in horror.

Seeing this, Li Maozhen's eyes flashed with cunning: "Good opportunity, the whole army will attack!"

However, just as Li Maozhen's army was preparing to launch a general attack, the elite troops led by Zhu Dali and Luo Feilong suddenly rushed out from the flank and caught Li Maozhen off guard.

"Li Maozhen, your doomsday is here!" Zhu Dali waved his sword and roared.

Li Maozhen's face changed. He knew that this battle was far more complicated and dangerous than he had imagined. He had to find the weakness of Yang Shihou in order to turn the tide and rescue his brother.

"All troops listen to the order, we must find the weakness of Yang Shihou and defeat him in one fell swoop!" Li Maozhen ordered loudly.

The soldiers heard the order, cheered up, grasped their weapons tightly, and prepared for the upcoming battle.

In the night, the two armies confronted each other, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety. In the strange fog, there were more unknown horrors and suspense waiting for them to uncover.

After a series of political and military struggles,Zhu Wen finally consolidated his position, and Li Maozhen was forced to retreat. On the battlefield, corpses were scattered all over the place, bloodstains were everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

"Li Maozhen, you are defeated after all." Zhu Wen stood on the battlefield, and his voice revealed a trace of fatigue.

On the way of retreat, Li Maozhen's eyes flashed with unwillingness: "Zhu Wen, you are lucky this time, but our contest is far from over!"

As the night deepened, the smoke of the battlefield gradually dissipated, but everyone knew that this game of power had just begun.

Zhu Wen's military camp in the river was full of tents and brightly lit. Zhu Wen sat in the main seat, his eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's hearts. Around him, Zhu Quanyu, Han Zhu, medical officer Bian Yong, Taoist Zhang Taiyi, Zhu Dali and Luo Feilong sat in a circle, each with a different expression on their face, but their eyes were flashing with desire for power.

"Chang'an, the emperor there is just a decoration." Zhu Wen's voice was low, but full of ambition. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if knocking on the walls of Chang'an.

Zhu Quanyu smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with cunning: "Chang'an is indeed not easy to control, uncle, why don't we ask Tang Zhaozong to move the capital to Luoyang."

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense, Han Zhu's eyes flashed a trace of panic, the medical officer Bian Yong touched his beard, his eyes were deep, and the Taoist Zhang Taiyi closed his eyes, as if praying. Zhu Dali and Luo Feilong looked at each other, and they unconsciously clenched their weapons in their hands.

Zhu Wen's eyes swept over the crowd, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth: "Moving the capital is a big deal, we can't act rashly."

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a cold wind rushed in. Everyone's heart tightened. A personal soldier hurried in and knelt down to report: "General, the envoys from Chang'an have arrived."

Zhu Wen's eyes flickered. He knew that this was the envoy of Emperor Zhaozong of Tang. Are they here to test or to seek peace? A flash of expectation flashed through his heart, but also a trace of vigilance.

"Let them in." Zhu Wen's voice was calm, but his hands unconsciously clenched the edge of the table.

The envoys were led into the tent, with humble smiles on their faces, but there was a trace of arrogance in their eyes. Zhu Wen looked at them and sneered in his heart. These so-called emperor envoys were just stumbling blocks on his road to power.

"General Zhu, the emperor has an order, hoping that you can maintain the stability of the country and move the capital to Luoyang." The envoy's voice was flat, without a trace of emotion.

Zhu Wen's eyes flickered. He looked at the envoys, but in his heart he was calculating the pros and cons of moving the capital. He knew that this was an opportunity for him to realize his ambition, but he also knew the risks behind it.

"Move the capital?" Zhu Wen's voice was low, and his eyes flickered with ambition. "This is a big deal, I need to think about it."

The envoys smiled unchanged, but there was a hint of nervousness in their eyes. They knew that Zhu Wen was not an easy person to deal with, and his ambition was something they could not predict.

ZhuWen's eyes swept over the crowd, and he had a firm determination in his heart. He wanted to move the capital to Luoyang, and he wanted to be the one who controlled the country.

"Okay, I am willing to accept the emperor's will and move the capital to Luoyang." Zhu Wen's voice was firm, and his eyes flashed with ambition.

The messengers smiled with satisfaction, knowing that they had successfully aroused Zhu Wen's ambition. They left the tent, leaving Zhu Wen and his subordinates, their hearts full of expectations and tension.

Zhu Wen looked at the messenger's back, and he had a firm determination in his heart. He wanted to move the capital to Luoyang, and he wanted to be the one who controlled the country.

He swept his eyes over the crowd, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth: "We are going to Luoyang, and I want to be the one who controls the country."

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense, and Zhu Quanyu, Han Zhu, medical officer Bian Yong, Taoist Zhang Taiyi, Zhu Dali and Luo Feilong looked at Zhu Wen one after another, their hearts full of expectations and tension. They knew that Zhu Wen's ambition would lead them to an unknown world.

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