After receiving the call from Zhao Huan, Fu Su walked in with his armor. Because he was heavy armor, he only saluted Zhao Huan for half a day, then got up and folded his fists, and asked, "Your Majesty Xuanchen, what are your instructions?"

Although he knew that Zhao Huan was summoning for the messenger who was seriously injured and dead, he did not say it directly, but waited for the emperor to make a decision.

This kind of ministerial spirit gradually calmed down Zhao Huan's original agitated mood.

He gently tapped the back of the chair with his fingers and thought, "Fu Qing, the palace is locked, and the gates of Chang'an must have been locked at this time?"

Fu Su nodded and said, "Every day after the beginning of You hour, the city gates will be closed tightly. It will only be opened at the beginning of the next day." Looking at Zhao Huan's expression, he said, "In fact, the time for opening the city can be a little earlier, but Chang'an is important, be careful in everything."

Zhao Huan nodded and said, "No, I will feel a little relieved."

Fu Su finally couldn't help but asked Zhao Huan: "Your Majesty must also know that Feilun sent someone to deliver a letter, and the enemy soldiers would arrive day and night, but I don't know what to plan? If you want to patrol the river, it would be better to go early. It is best to set off overnight tonight. When I was just at the palace gate, the envoy was seriously injured and entered the palace. I was aware that the situation was serious and I had sent someone to ask Si Kang in front of the palace to Chengxu. Tan Yue asked His Majesty to punish him for his crime."

"Things are urgent to follow the power, what about Tan Yue!"

Zhao Huan gently exposed the matter and ordered him to say, "Call you to come and order you to open the palace gate, Xuan Zhangsou, Xie Liang, Zhang Po, Teng Maoshi, Wei Xingke, Kang Chengxun and others, all of them will come to see you."

Fu Su took the order and left. After Xushuang, there was a loud noise at the palace gate not far away. The wooden copper-clad underground palace gate creaked and slowly opened.

As the palace gate opened, more than a thousand palace guards were summoned. They lined up in a row, held spears and bowed, and were on guard at the palace gate.

Zhao Huan issued orders one after another: "Order the curfew in Chang'an, martial law, and strict investigation and detailed investigation."

"All the generals who stayed in Chang'an will be on standby outside the palace."

"All the officers of the Palace Front Office immediately gathered in the palace."

"The troops from Chang'an's robbery, fire prevention, yamen, postal communication, and wing army engineering were immediately summoned, and the Ordnance Academy, the Bow and Crossbow Academy, and the Arrow Making Academy sent weapons. All the troops, led by the generals and officers to the city wall to guard and defend."

He connected and issued the order, and then passed it to the eunuchs around him to the edicts of the silence of the night. After using the seal, he handed it over to the guards of Banzhi to leave the palace to pass the order.

In this way, not only did the people in the palace know that something was wrong. Even the people near the palace were awakened by the sound of horse hooves. They were about to go out to look carefully when they stretched out their heads and heads. However, they were scolded by soldiers holding lanterns and torches, spears and knives to carry out the curfew order and ordered that they were not allowed to look again.

That night, the people of the whole city didn't know anything, but only knew that something big happened. After coaxed their wives and children to sleep, the men in the family gathered together, approached the gate, prepared weapons with weapons, and those without weapons picked up all the good guys. Under the dim oil lamp, they were nervously discussing what was going on, while occasionally looking through the window and looking at the situation outside.

At midnight, the tension not only did not subside, but became more and more serious.

At first, there were mixed and military disciplines were not serious. Even when the marching, the wing army, who were still talking and talking, caught thieves and fired soldiers, gathered from all over the city, and then lined up in a messy queue, took torches, and held the newly-elected imperial guards to use ground-based weapons, heading towards the city wall.

Next to their queue were middle and lower-level officers with nervous expressions and dark faces, constantly scolding the soldiers who did not uphold military discipline, but they were often stunned. They did not look as majestic as officers on horseback, and they often scrambled to the queue of their own teams.

Not long after midnight, just as people were a little tired, the sound of iron armored armored clothes hitting the streets. Soon afterwards, there was another heavy and dull sound of cowhide military boots stomping on the road.

These sounds are neat and uniform, appearing monotonous and dull, one after another, as if they are hitting people's hearts.

If you look at it with your eyes, you will find that these soldiers are wearing thick duplex armor, each piece is carefully crafted, effectively protecting important parts of the soldiers.

This is the latest armor of the elite imperial guards of the Song Dynasty. In order to fight against the advantage of the enemy's heavy cavalry, the armor of the Song Dynasty's infantry became heavier and heavier. When Zhao Gou was in Lin'an, he ordered the manufacture of infantry armor weighing 70 kilograms, invested a lot of money and only created a few thousand pairs, specifically designed to fight against the enemy's heavy cavalry assault on the battlefield.

This kind of idea is obviously difficult to achieve. No matter how strong a man wears this heavy armor, it is difficult for him to travel a long distance. No matter how heavy the cavalry is, he must be lighter and faster than the heavy infantry. Therefore, when he arrived at Zhao Huan, he just ordered the protection outside the important department to be strengthened.

Even so, these armors worn on the bodies of elite imperial guards weighed forty kilograms. When they moved, the armor leaves on the armor clanged, reminding people that this was the most elite heavy infantry in the Song Dynasty.

At this moment, the slowest person also knew that Chang'an must be under serious danger, and Chaoyan began to mobilize all applicable forces in Chang'an City to guard the city wall.

But after vaguely guessing the truth, it makes people even more scared.

Chang'an has been easily breached once, and the people still remember the miserable military disaster.

The alien soldiers with sheep smell were combed in ugly money rat braids, wearing strange alien tight robes, and their faces were dark and rosy. They looked not much different from those farmers in the north of Zhongyuan who worked on the land every day. It was only when they saw their eyes and those greedy, vicious, and beast-like eyes, they realized that there was indeed a case of leading beasts to eat people in this world.

They came, they robbed, they killed, they raped, they broke cups, they burned, they destroyed everything they could destroy, without mercy.

This is an inevitable phenomenon that the state has just transformed from tribal civilization to higher civilization. This is true for the Jinyuan Jurchens, and a hundred years later, the Mongolian tribes that rose from the grasslands, are even more so.

When people think of this, after experiencing the suffering of war, they become more and more scared and nervous.

Despite the curfew orders, people cannot go out, so the people still try every means to contact neighbors, exchange views, and inquire about the news.

And the top priority is only one thing: whether the emperor is still in the city.

If it were the present, this kind of thinking would definitely make people laugh.

There are no gods or saviors in this world. What's the use of hugging an emperor who once surrendered to a soft egg?

However, in this era, the emperor's identity, the role of the emperor in the throne, and the importance of the emperor to the entire garden family was beyond the reach of later generations.

As long as the emperor has escaped, a large number of officials, generals, and elite soldiers will inevitably escape with him. With the empty troops in Chang'an, how many days can he defend without an emperor?

What everyone is talking about is the most critical point in the dispute between the ministers of the Qinglu Pavilion in the inner palace and the emperor.

After Zhao Huan ordered the summons, the prime ministers and Privy Councilors came one after another. After knowing that the situation was so urgent, Prime Ministers such as Zhang Su Xie Liang and Zhao Kai had exactly the same opinions as Zhang Jun, the Privy Councilor, and suggested that Zhao Huan immediately take thousands of elite imperial guards to Hanzhong and then go to Chengdu to take refuge.

After he left, the officials followed Meng Hou and continued on the road.

As for Chang'an, either keep a little troops symbolically or open the city gates so that the people can escape on their own. Perhaps such chaos can delay the enemy's pursuit of troops.

However, none of these ministers dared to stand up for Zhao Huan's idea of ​​defending the city.

It was riot until midnight when Zhao Huan's orders were executed one by one, and the imagined enemy soldiers were getting closer and closer. The ministers were sweating profusely. Although the gate of the pavilion was wide open and the autumn wind blew, everyone felt that it was hard to bear the heat.

"Your Majesty, don't hesitate anymore!"

"Yes, it will change!"

Zhang Jun was the highest military leader present except the emperor, and even said to Zhao Huan in an unquestionable tone: "Your Majesty, the father and son of Xuanzong ran away in the past, but later they still recovered Chang'an. If he guarded Chang'an to death that day, Chang'an would not be protected, the ancestral temple would not be protected, and there would be no Lingwu story, and the Tang Dynasty would definitely be destroyed. This is the case today, and 200,000 Western troops will be over. It is worth changing to your Majesty for one person. Your Majesty should not hesitate anymore. You need to go on the road immediately, and you may not be too late!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Junji was crying.

Zhao Huan was also tired of fighting for land. Seeing Zhang Jun, who was young and strong and had a high cliff shore, he couldn't help but pause and said to him: "Why do you have to do this? Why do you have to do this!"

He looked at the sky, the stars outside the window were dotted, the moon was bright, and the two sides had a long dispute, and it was already the scene in the second half of the night.

Zhao Huan felt very tired, and knew that he was afraid that after dawn, he would see the enemy. He said decisively: "Don't fight anymore, I will let you know the thoughts of the soldiers!"

After saying that, he shouted: "The generals and officials of the front office of the palace entered!"

At his order, someone went to summon him. After a while, Kang Chengxun took the lead and more than a dozen heads and deputy generals of the Palace Front Division entered in turn.

After everyone greeted each other, Zhao Huan asked sternly without waiting for them to speak, "Generals, are you willing to flee with me, or are you willing to follow me and guard Chang'an to the death?"

Without waiting for everyone to answer, he said again: "The enemy invaded that day. I knelt down and asked for surrender to the enemy camp with hundreds of thousands of troops. In the end, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. The Supreme Emperor still suffered in the northern country. The millions of gold and silver plundered in the city of Tokyo were given to the enemy for nothing. The 100,000 royal officials and scholars and children were taken to the northern country on foot. I had a green hat to worship the barbarian monarch. I have suffered such humiliation once, and I don't want to suffer a second time in my life! I will never want to be chased by someone on the way to escape and die in the ridges and fields, and be ridiculed. I am the monarch of China and the emperor. I will either die in Chang'an or look at you, use Chang'an City as my support to fight the enemy to the death, but I will see whether my Han man is afraid of the barbarians in the North Garden!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Huan also shed tears. Seeing that the generals in front of him were crying, he looked excited and shouted again: "Generals, are you escaping or fighting? I am the emperor, but today I want to listen to your opinions?"
Chapter completed!