Wang Dong didn't care too much about the other party's attitude. As long as he agreed to assassinate Zhu Han.

Other things are not important to him at all.

As if the letter had just been handed out, Zhao Hong was already impatient and snatched the letter away from Wang Dong's hand.

He tore open the envelope and moved the letter paper slightly away to prevent Wang Dong from seeing it.

He had just read half of the letter, and Zhao Hong frowned and looked at Wang Dong a few times.

His action almost scared Wang Dong to death.

I wonder if I guessed it right. The guy in the Ministry of Rites’ nonsense was actually in the envelope. What did he do with it?

It seemed that the next moment, Zhao Hong would roar angrily and kill him directly.

This is the territory of the Ruiqi Camp. Let alone running away, even if you want to call for help, you can't find anyone.

However, Zhao Hong only glanced at him casually and continued to focus on the letter.

Wang Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his rapidly beating heart finally calmed down a bit.

Zhao Hong did not do anything, which means that the Minister of Rites did not do anything on the envelope.

Although Zhao Hong's face looks very ugly now, there is no sign of any outbreak.

Seeing Zhao Hong's appearance, Wang Dong felt reassured.

"Commander Zhao, I wonder if the letter from Lord Shangshu explains the purpose of my visit this time?"

Zhao Hong's eyes were like thunder: "Master Wang, right? Whatever you want to do with the general, please feel free to give your orders."

"Whether it's going up a mountain of swords or going down into a sea of ​​fire, the general will always obey."

Her appearance made Wang Dong curious again.

What method did the Minister of Rites use to allow the commander of Ruiqiying to achieve this level?

But Wang Dong still has sense after all and knows that now is not the time to do this.

Then he lowered his voice and whispered his plan.

"What?" Even though Zhao Hong was mentally prepared.

He knew that the minister of Dali Temple came to him with a letter from the Minister of Rites.

It's definitely nothing good.

But he never expected that what Wang Dong wanted them to do was actually this.

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Hong said through gritted teeth.

Wang Dong was unmoved and just looked at Zhao Hong coldly.

"Are we crazy? I don't think it has much to do with the general."

"General, just tell me whether you will do this or not?"

A struggling look appeared on Zhao Hong's face, which turned red and white, obviously very entangled.

Zhao Hong, who had been gritting his teeth for a long time, finally said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, when will we do it?"

Wang Dong was ecstatic in his heart, but on the surface he pretended not to care and said: "It will be midnight tomorrow morning."

"In order to facilitate your movement, the Ministry of War will give you a transfer order to station you in Nanshan."

"From here to Nanshan, you just pass by Qipan Street. There are not many people there in the morning, so it's perfect for you to start."

A contemptuous sneer appeared on Zhao Hong's face.

"You can even figure out His Royal Highness the King's travel time so clearly. It seems that you have put a lot of effort into His Royal Highness?"

"Such a secret thing should only be known to people who are relatively close to it, right?"

Wang Dong snorted coldly: "General Zhao, you'd better not inquire about some things and do what you should do."

Zhao Hong didn't take Wang Dong's threat to heart at all: "I'm going to do this kind of beheading business with you with my head raised. Why, you won't even reveal this bit of information?"

Wang Dong kept his mouth shut and told Zhao Hong nothing.

The next day, just as the genius dawned, the military drums of the Ruiqi camp began to sound.

Winter winter winter!

Winter winter winter!

After the three-tone drumming was completed, the soldiers of the Eight Hundred Rui Cavalry Battalion had already lined up in the school field.

Officials from the Ministry of War stood up and showed the transfer orders from the Ministry of War to all the generals in the Ruiqi Battalion.

Yang Zhen, the deputy commander of Ruiqi Battalion, frowned and asked: "That's strange. If it is a normal transfer, shouldn't the Ministry of War notify it several days in advance so that we have time to prepare?"

"Why are you so anxious this time?"

What Yang Zhen said is what everyone thinks.

Although the troops were ordered this time, it looked no different from before.

But everyone felt as if Mount Tai was overwhelming the city, and the air around them seemed to freeze.

The Ming Dynasty has just been founded, and these military generals are not the ones in later generations who were bullied by the literati and could only call themselves lackeys.

The generals at this time, every one of them, had actually been on the battlefield and fought with their lives.

They are all too familiar with this kind of atmosphere.

This is definitely the smell before the army goes out for war.

There is going to be a war, but these people don't know anything.

Don't know who the enemy is, or even where the enemy is.

This is very intriguing.

Zhao Hong is the commander of Ruiqi Camp. What happened here? Naturally, he has to ask Zhao Hong, the leader.

Zhao Hong's expression remained unchanged, he just cleared his throat and said calmly: "Actually, it's nothing. The reason why this assembly is so tense is just because the people above have arranged a task for our Ruiqi Battalion."

Although Zhao Hong's tone was very calm.

But I don’t know why, but everyone present felt their hearts pounding.

It was as if something important was about to happen.

Before they had finished being shocked, Zhao Hong said coldly: "Secret order from the Ministry of War, His Royal Highness is suspected of treason."

"We, the soldiers of the Ruiqi Battalion, must stop His Royal Highness and Qingjun before his ambitions fully explode!"

Buzz.

The soldiers of the Rui Cavalry Battalion, who had kept strict records, suddenly erupted into a wave of noise.

"What's going on? Did I hear you correctly? The commander-in-chief wants us to kill His Royal Highness?"

"Isn't this some kind of rebellion? We absolutely can't do this."

"His Royal Highness the King of England is a good man. Since His Highness came here, our life has been much better than before."

"His Royal Highness is planning to rebel. Why do I not believe it? He is the younger brother of His Majesty."

"Tsk, there's nothing to believe in this. As long as it involves the royal family, nothing is impossible."

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Yang Zhenlang, deputy commander of the Ruiqi Battalion, said: "My lord, you keep saying that His Royal Highness wants to rebel."

"Whether this is true or not is another matter. Since this troop movement has a combat mission, may I ask, general, where is the tiger talisman for troop movement?"

"If there is no tiger talisman, please forgive me for not waiting to agree to the commander's request."

Zhao Hong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter at any time: "I thought you were going to say something, but it turns out it's about the Tiger Talisman."

"I have been leading the army for many years, how could I mobilize the army without the Tiger Talisman?"

"General Yang, please come here and I will show you the tiger talisman."

Although Yang Zhen felt that something was wrong with his situation, he didn't think too much about it.

He approached him honestly: "Sir, Tiger Talisman..."

But before Yang Zhen finished speaking, he saw a flash of light in front of his eyes.

Subconsciously, he wanted to grab his shoulder.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhen's actions were still a step too slow.

He just felt like the world was spinning in front of him.

His last sight was fixed on a headless corpse. Before his consciousness disappeared, Yang Zhen seemed to realize that it seemed to be his own body.

Just when Zhao Hong beheaded Yang Zhen, many people around him also took action.

Several generals of the sharp cavalry battalion never imagined that their colleagues fighting alongside them would suddenly turn into demons who took their lives.

Caught off guard, almost seven or eight people were killed on the spot.
To be continued...