Good wine, beauties, beautiful singing voice, graceful dancing, everything makes Zhang Shanxiang's mind swaying.
Unknowingly, half the jar of wine had been drained. This beauty with graceful dancing and charming expressions was really coveted.
Wang Wei's face, which had always been smiling, had unknowingly become a bit burnt.
At this moment, Wang Wei saw a henchman appear outside the hall door. The panting henchman made a gesture towards Wang Wei.
Wang Wei exhaled a sigh of relief, turned his head and nodded slightly towards Yang Kun.
After Yang Kun got the confirmation signal from Wang Wei, he put down the wine in his hand, took a breath to calm down, and gave a high five.
As the music stopped, the beauty bowed politely, and then left the front hall accompanied by several supporting dancers.
In the dusk light, the figure looks hazy and tempting...
"Eh? Mr. Wang, why did she leave?" Zhang Shanxiang asked with some displeasure, looking at the beauty's back.
Yang Kun smiled and bowed to Zhang Shanxiang and explained.
"General, don't blame me. It was the old man who asked her to quickly reapply her makeup. The general will serve the wine in person later."
Zhang Shanxiang couldn't help but feel happy and pointed at Yang Kun. "Haha, Mr. Yang still knows me."
"That's natural. I don't know that the general likes beauty and is greedy for fine wine and food. I and Mr. Yang will never have the opportunity to invite you to the urn."
"???" Zhang Shanxiang looked at Wang Wei who was sitting on the main seat with a confused expression. What do you mean by this?
Before Zhang Shanxiang could wake up, more than a dozen men in black appeared at the door of the hall, with more than a dozen unstrung stiff bows, all aimed at Zhang Shanxiang and the four guards around him.
This wasn't the end yet. From behind Wang Wei, more than a dozen of the prefect's close guards emerged, all with their swords drawn from their sheaths, protecting Wang Wei and Yang Kun behind them.
"Wang Wei! Do you know what you are doing?" Zhang Shanxiang, who was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he woke up, turned slightly pale and shouted sternly while trying to calm himself down.
"If you are just joking, please stop it."
"Zhang Shanxiang, you don't have to shout so loudly..." Wang Wei stroked his long beard and stood up before he finished speaking.
He heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from outside the front hall. At this moment, Zhang Shanxiang didn't understand that the feast of beauties that lured him here today was a complete trap.
The four guards around him had already drawn their swords from their sheaths and were guarding Zhang Shanxiang. However, they were faced with more and more men in black and guards from the prefect's mansion pouring into the hall.
Facing those open hard bows and the sharp long swords with ring heads, their hearts were filled with despair at this moment.
Zhang Shanxiang had no choice but to push away the guards in front of him. Facing so many enemies, what could he do even if he had the unstoppable courage?
"Prefect Wang, there is no grudge between you and me. If there is any misunderstanding, just speak up."
"You and I really have no grudges. It's just that when Wang surrendered Li Mi, it was actually to protect the hundreds of thousands of people in Hanoi County. He had no choice but to commit himself to becoming a thief."
"Now, the elite of the Zhenfu Army have arrived in the city, and Hanoi County is no longer a place for you and others."
"Suppressing the Fu Army... Li Jing is coming?!" Zhang Shanxiang couldn't help but his face changed drastically. Could it be that there was some big change in Dongdu?
"General Zhang, you don't have to talk nonsense. If you are willing to surrender, just follow me and persuade the soldiers and horses of Wagangzhai outside the city to surrender."
"If you are unwilling to surrender, then Wang will not be polite and can only use your head as a gift."
Zhang Shanxiang's eyes twitched and he forced a smile. "Prefect Wang, why do you have to force Zhang like this..."
Wang Wei chuckled, spread his fingers, and slowly began to curl his thumbs.
"Surrender or not depends only on General Zhang's thought. I will bend my five fingers. After five fingers, if the general does not surrender, then I will have to ask the general to die."
"Prefect Wang, if you can let Zhang out of the city, Zhang will definitely ignore what is going on here and will not return to the camp. How about that?"
Wang Wei did not answer, but slowly raised his index finger, staring at the sweating Zhang Shanxiang with burning eyes.
When Wang Wei reached the fourth finger, Zhang Shanxiang gritted his teeth and stamped his feet fiercely. "That's it, I surrender..."
Hearing this, Wang Wei also breathed a sigh of relief and laughed out loud. "That's right. It seems that General Zhang is indeed..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Shanxiang, who was originally looking depressed, roared wildly, jumped into the air towards him with his feet on the desk.
At this moment, more than ten arrows shot out of the string in unison. Except for a few arrows that missed, at least seven or eight arrows hit Zhang Shanxiang.
However, it was unable to stop Zhang Shanxiang from flying in mid-air.
Seeing that ferocious face getting closer and closer to him, Wang Wei, who was just an ordinary scholar, felt his hands and feet become cold and unable to move.
At this time, several horizontal knives were lifted up one after another, and there was a heart-breaking sound of metal friction.
In the end, several spears from behind were stabbed hard, and Zhang Shanxiang, who had already drawn the sword in his hand and didn't know whether he wanted to kill or kidnap Wang Wei, was knocked back a few steps.
"This thief is so stubborn that he actually hides soft armor under his clothes."
One of the veterans of the Suppression Army, disguised as a guard, stepped forward, swung his long knife, lifted up Zhang Shanxiang's clothes, and saw the chain armor that had been covered by clothes.
Zhang Shanxiang, who had been stabbed into the abdomen by a spear and was still struggling on the ground, saw the opponent holding up the sharp long knife and immediately hissed.
"I surrender, I really surrender..."
"It's too late!" The sword fell with the words, and the head with wide eyes and a ferocious expression rolled to the side.
The veteran raised Zhang Shanxiang's head, turned his head and was about to say something to Wang Wei, when he heard a sound of vomiting. It was Yang Kun, the head of the Yang family in Hanoi.
This pampered old man Yang had never seen such a scene where people's heads were falling to the ground. He only vomited and did not urinate on the spot. It can be considered that he has a strong psychological ability to withstand pressure.
Although Wang Wei's face was a little pale, he managed to hold on and bowed respectfully to this elite veteran.
"Thank you, General Wang Lang."
"You're welcome, Governor, let's stick to the original plan?" the general who was in charge of the Fu army asked after returning the salute.
"Well, I would like to thank General Wang Lang for hanging this thief's head high and circulating it to all the sects, asking them to surrender as soon as possible..."
"promise!"
At the east gate of Hanoi City, the scattered coffins had been cleared to the roadside. Seldon stood at the top of the city and counted the few remaining arrows in the arrow pot.
He glanced at the dead and injured soldiers of Wagangzhai above and below the city, and looked towards the distance where the sound of fighting could be heard.
The elite troops of the Suppressing and Fu Army were rushing toward the other gates along the upper and lower walls of the city.
At the same moment, Wang Junkuo reined in the horse's head and looked ahead. At this moment, the Wagangzhai camp located in the north of Hanoi City was already on fire, and the camp was in chaos.
Wang Junkuo raised his Fengzui Dao high and looked back at the elite Suppression Army troops behind him.