Princess Huairou immediately stepped forward to support Zhao.

Zhao's whole body was trembling, his face was no longer so dull, but his eyes were as bright as stars. He didn't know where the strength came from, so he wanted to walk out of the carriage.

"Mom," said Princess Huairou, "What do you want to do to tell us." Zhao's current situation was simply unable to move.

Zhao's eyes turned black, but she still supported her. A stream of passionate blood poured into her chest. It was the blood of the Zhao family and the loyal and fierce blood of the general family.

Zhao said breathing, "When I was locked up on the mountain, I saw her, Zheng Bian's daughter... Later, she left with her men and left me in the mountain as bait."

Before Princess Huairou married the prince-consort, someone told her about the mutiny in Shanxi because the case involved the prince-consort's mother's family.

Princess Huairou knew Zheng Bian. This time she came to Taiyuan Prefecture and learned a lot of news intermittently that the old general Zhao was framed by Zheng Bian.

Although Zheng Bian is dead now, his daughter and his accomplices are still in trouble in northern Xinjiang. Now he is attacking his mother and Dazhou again.

New and old hatreds are all in front of you, so my mother-in-law’s emotions will be so excited.

"Go and invite the prince consort." Princess Huairou ordered Huang's mother.

Cheng Yi quickly walked to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and immediately saw his mother Zhao.

"Mother." Cheng Yi shouted.

"She...them." Zhao's voice trembled.

Cheng Yi looked firm: "Mother, don't say much. I know that the rebels are attacking the village now. I would not expect that there will be troops nearby. I will surrounded the rebels with people. Even if I can't capture them all, I will still hurt them severely."

Zhao's eyes were red and tears were circling inside, but she was strongly unwilling to fall. She subconsciously swallowed and swallowed all the bitter water into her stomach.

"It's been twelve years," Cheng Yi said, "I can finally do something for the soldiers who died in the country in a righteous manner." There is no need to be sneaky, just like being shameless and planning. Every time he does those things, he feels insulted, and his grandfather and the soldiers.

Now, there is finally no need to worry about these things, nor do you need to report to the court that he can fight the rebels with his troops.

After Cheng Yi finished speaking, he knelt down and bowed to Zhao in a regular manner. After getting up, he never said anything again. He turned around and strode away.

Zhao looked at her son's back, and her eyes were filled with a flash. She seemed to see her father. Her father was so firm and determined before going to war. When she was a child, she had hoped that her father would look back at her after leaving the house, but her father never looked back.

Because as long as you wear military uniform and get on a horse, you must move forward.

This time, Zhao's tears flowed down uncontrollably.

...

“There are catapults in the village.”

The troops who were just about to attack the village did not expect that so many stones would soar into the sky. They could not see clearly in the darkness, and they had no preparation in advance. Faced with the whistling stones, they could only dodge in panic, and the attacking team retreated in a hurry.

"Madam, they are prepared. Now it's dark now that they can't see anything clearly. Otherwise, they will retreat first and make a decision after dawn tomorrow."

Yang drove forward and looked at the situation in the village fort with the light of torches. When tomorrow dawn, the mutiny was the most important. When the reinforcements of the Great Zhou Dynasty arrived, how could they have the opportunity to stretch their hands and feet?

The Khan valued military merits. She had already entered the Great Zhou Dynasty but gained nothing. When she returned to the Aoerdusi, she would only be ridiculed.

Yang was thinking, and at this time, a loud voice came from the village fort and said, "Is the visitor really an outdoor room of Lin Temple?"

Then there was a burst of laughter.

"Lin Si really communicates with the enemy and is also the outer room of the Tatars."

"The outdoor room, the nameless person wants to enter the house?"

"Pooh!"

These words pierced into Yang's ears like sharp blades. The outer room was not as good as a concubine, and the family was not recognized by the identity. The outer room of the outer room was a mockery of her and Lin Sizhen's lack of serious status in both the Great Zhou and the Tatars.

Yang's hand was clenched. The group of people wanted to anger her. They were so sure that she would be blocked outside the village fort and could not helpless?

So what if there is a catapult? You can’t throw out the stones all the time. Even if there are enough people in the village to replace them, there are not so many stones.

"Take a few people to pretend to attack, and they will definitely be fooled."

When the stones in the village are almost consumed, they will go to attack the city.

"Don't be afraid," said Yang, "they have no other weapons except the catapult." As long as they rushed to the village fort, they bypassed the distance from the catapult attack. After attacking the village, she would order people to massacre the people in the village, so that they could establish their authority in the northern border.

How fair it is to exchange the heads of Dazhou for meritorious deeds.

"Bang"

"Bang"

The catapult cart kept throwing stones outwards. Yang saw that the people in the village were deceived and slowly curled his lips. Lu Shenzhi was just a civil servant after all, and could only deal with some small scenes. She just needed to use a little trick and trick them around.

The catapult car seemed to slow down.

In the darkness, a rebel approached the village fort and found the right opportunity to pull the crossbow in his hand.

"puff!"

A crossbow shot a man.

After all, the people had no experience in the military, and they were a little stunned when they saw this situation. Nie Chen stepped forward and pulled the people who were staring at these people blankly back.

The arrow passed by the people.

"They are below, and a rebels attacked under the wall."

"Continue to throw stones." Zhou Zesheng shouted when he saw this. Some people were injured. Although he was anxious, he could not lose his position. Huairou's son-in-law led his troops to the nearby area. What he had to do now is to attract the rebels and put all the spirit of the rebels on the siege, and not find that the son-in-law was leading the troops to surround them.

This is the only way to weave a fine net so that the rebels have nowhere to escape.

A slight sound of teeth colliding came from his ears. Zhou Zesheng turned his head and saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy looking at the bloody people in a daze.

"Are you scared?" Zhou Zesheng asked, "We will open the gate of the village fort later and fight against the rebels."

"Fear," said the boy stubbornly, "but I want to protect my mother and sister."

Zhou Zesheng reached out and touched the boy's head: "Go, go and help take care of the wounded soldiers."

The boy shook his head firmly.

"Go," Zhou Zesheng said, "We will work hard today. If you grow up and fight for future generations, the war will never stop, but as long as we take over, we will not lose."

The young man seemed to understand, bowed to Zhou Zesheng and turned to help the wounded soldiers.

"Continue." Zhou Zesheng shouted again.

As time goes by, the speed of throwing stones is getting slower and slower. Yang feels that the time has come, so such a brainless throw will eventually end.

Yang pulled out the knife in his hand: "Cleaning the stones on the ground and siege the city immediately. After entering the city, kill them all regardless of gender, age and age... Let them know the consequences of resistance."

Yang's soldiers and horses were approaching the village fort smoothly. This time the catapult seemed to be useless. Yang's face was about to smile when another sound of horse hooves came.

Yang frowned, and the sound of horse hooves seemed to come from behind her.

Whose soldiers? Yang was hesitating, and the gate of the village fortress not far away was slowly opened, and then several horses rushed out of the village.

"Kill the rebels..."

"kill……"

The shouts came from the front and back, from all directions.

"Madam, we've been trapped."

Mrs. Yang heard the people around her exclaim.

"Kill the rebels and comfort the spirit of the Yulin Guards in the sky."

"Kill the rebels and comfort the spirit of the Yulin Guards in the sky."

A series of shouts and calls were sent back to the village fort.

When the village chief heard this, he was shocked. Is anyone seeking justice for General Zhao and others?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The tears that grew inside were flowing down his cheeks and dripped on the back of his hands, but he didn't want to cry, he just wanted to laugh.

The sky has eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha……"
Chapter completed!