On Chen Borui's side, Song Qian still remained calm.
Even though a wandering arrow had already flew over, he was still calmly commanding the big shield to protect the emperor, without any panic on his face.
King Zhao felt a little uneasy when he noticed his appearance, but he felt relieved after thinking about it.
This old eunuch must have the idea of ​​living and dying with his father - what if a person who is not afraid of death is panic?
Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps...
The rebels rushing in front were getting closer and closer to Chen Borui's chariot. Surprisingly, the group still had no intention of retreating. Song Qian, who was standing next to the imperial carriage, even walked forward a few steps.
"King Zhao, can you know your guilt?"
Song Qian shouted this sentence at the highest volume of his life. Unfortunately, his sharp voice was covered up by the huge fighting sounds before it could be heard far away.
However, this is just the beginning.
More than a hundred people behind him heard his shouting and shouted: "King Zhao, can you know your guilt?"
This time, the voice was finally heard by King Zhao on the other side.
Knowing guilty? A joke!
"I want to correct the trouble and save my father. What crime is there?" King Zhao cheered up and said loudly: "If Song Qian thief, if you surrender, I can leave all the corpses!"
The soldiers beside him clamored for a moment, and then shouted out his words loudly.
I have to say that the momentum of roaring was really great, and even the people in the fierce battle were shocked and slowed down slightly.
King Zhao smiled proudly.
This king is the destiny of heaven. No matter how hard I struggle, it is just a mantis armed mantis chariot!
Father, please watch your son build a brand new Darui!
King Zhao was extremely excited and there was chaos around him, so a voice was ignored by everyone.
A short hammer suddenly swung, and the golden light was stern!
King Zhao, who was smiling to the sky, only felt a powerful force on his head, and his whole head tilted to one side.
The picture in front of him kept rotating, sometimes turning black, sometimes covering a layer of blood red.
A stream of fishy sweetness hit his throat. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spewed out a thick mouthful of blood.
Despite this, he still clamped the war horse tightly with his legs to prevent him from completely losing consciousness after falling off the horse.
He knew that someone attacked him from the back.
Who is it?
There should be close friends there!
The seriously injured King Zhao instinctively turned his no longer obedient neck, trying to find the attacker.
At some point, his eyes replied to the Qingming Festival for a moment; then, he saw the man.
His loyal old housekeeper, Uncle Fu, was waving his short hammer hard!
Why?
In this short breath or two, King Zhao saw a lot.
He saw that the guards around him were stunned;
He saw the short hammer getting bigger and bigger in front of him;
He even saw that the old housekeeper had tears in his eyes...
Although King Zhao was wearing a piece of armor, it was only for arrows and sharp weapons. With Bo Fu's martial arts, he was so close to his head, even if he wore a helmet, he should have died clearly, but it was just a question of whether his head would explode.
Unless, he held back at the last moment during the last attack.
yes.
Otherwise, why would he cry?
Uncle Fu...
Why hurt me?
This king has already agreed. Once a great event is achieved, it will bring endless wealth and glory. Isn’t it good for us master and servant to start and end well?
Isn’t it good to have a wife and a son and live with the country? Isn’t everyone looking forward to this from a housekeeper to the most powerful noble in the empire?
Why?
No one will answer this question again.
The next moment, King Zhao's consciousness completely fell into boundless darkness.
it's all over.
In front of the rebel formation, King Zhao's body fell to the ground.
On the side, the old butler Fu was already in tears.
Although the people around him had not yet reacted after the sudden change, there was little time left for him.
He jumped off his horse and bowed three times in the direction where Chen Borui was.
Then, before being killed by the roaring guards, he took out a short dagger and stabbed it into his chest.
Uncle Fu's body fell next to King Zhao's body.
If you get closer, you can see the corners of his smiling mouth and his eyes that are still wet and not closed...
King Zhao is dead.
The rebels fighting in the front did not know this, and they were still entangled with the guards in front of them.
The rebels behind were already in chaos.
The loyal guard rushed up and chopped Fu's body into meat paste;
A flexible person threw down his weapons and turned around and ran away;
More people have entered a state of madness that is about to move.
King Zhao is dead, and it is impossible to accomplish anything - he is not a noble man, even if he kills the dying emperor, he cannot become an emperor, and no one will be convinced!
Since there are treasures everywhere in the palace... it's better to take advantage of this trip and robbery!
Even if the world is in chaos, I will have already gone far away; even if I only grab one or two treasures, it will be enough to spend the rest of my life as a rich man!
So many people took action.
Some rebels rushed towards the imperial carriage and prepared to get some good things from the emperor's old man; others scattered around and prepared to collect treasures from every corner of the palace.
The person who rushed to the front was full of longing for a new life, but he did not know that destruction was approaching.
As soon as they rushed out of a door, they vaguely heard the heavy footsteps from far to near.
Experienced veterans changed color one after another - this is an army!
Some people turned around and ran away, but this was also futile.
Soon after, the figure of soldiers appeared on several major roads nearby.
Reinforcements again!
After King Zhao entered the palace, he left someone to guard the palace gate, and these people came here without knowing it, which means that either those people were killed quietly, or there were ambushes in the palace long ago, but they had not been taken out!
Now, the rebels fell into despair.
Someone knelt on the ground and prayed for surrender, but was ruthlessly cut off his head;
Others rushed up in despair, and they were greeted with the sound of fire from the bean-like muskets, and the rain of arrows that was even denser than before.
Some passages in the palace were not very wide, and the rebels who could not be unfolded could only rush towards the reinforcements' shooters in a dense manner, which led to the battle turning into a one-sided massacre.
Soon, the rebels who had completely lost their morale began to flee in all directions, and any corners - even the dog hole - became their last hope for escape.
And Chen Borui's side, the battle has ended.
"Your Majesty's decree, all the rebels who came into the palace today... will not be forgiven!"
After the general took the order and left, Song Qian came to Chen Borui again and said with some embarrassment: "Your Majesty, King Zhao... has gone."
Chen Borui squeezed out a sneer, but the smile quickly dissipated.
Chapter completed!