The wind is fierce, the rain is fierce, the lightning is thundering.
Brother Zhong led more than a thousand dead men and strode out of the palace.
The dead soldiers had expressionless faces, rain poured down on them, and they still followed the team numbly.
Brother Zhong's face was filled with morbid excitement.
His dream of restoring the country, his dream of domination, and the power of the country that will be in his hands in the future...
After tonight, everything will come true.
In the history books, he is no longer the king who subjugated the country, but the holy lord who restored the country and the lord of resurgence.
Leading more than a thousand dead men, Brother Zhong headed towards the Tang Army's camp.
What he wanted to do was not just drive the Tang army away.
Walking on the muddy road, more than a thousand people walked out of the city.
There were countless people crying and screaming in the city, but Brother Zhong turned a deaf ear and only stared in the direction of the Tang Army's camp.
The people are like grass, they will grow again after being cut. But in the struggle for power, tonight there is only one chance.
Half an hour later, Brother Zhong finally arrived outside the Tang Army's camp. There were more than a dozen Tang soldiers standing quietly outside the general gate. They stood motionless in the rain. Brother Zhong felt a little strange, but he couldn't care less at the moment.
The soldiers and horses have arrived at the enemy's door. Will they go back no matter what the situation is?
"Charge in! Seize the rear army's baggage!" Brother Zhong drew his sword and shouted.
More than a thousand dead soldiers roared and rushed toward the camp gate like wild tigers out of their cages.
The soldiers of the Tang army standing at the camp gate remained motionless and were stabbed down by swords.
The dead man who took action suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the feel of the knife was also wrong. When he lowered his head and looked at it, he couldn't help but be shocked: "Your Majesty, it's a scarecrow! It's all fake!"
Brother Zhong trembled all over, feeling that something was wrong more and more.
However, the arrow has already left the string, and even if he retreats tonight, he will not end well.
"Keep charging! I want the rear army's baggage!" Brother Zhong roared angrily.
With no way to retreat, charging was his only option.
More than a thousand dead soldiers roared and rushed into the camp.
The tents in the camp were still intact, but there were many dummies made of straw scattered inside and outside the tents. After everyone rushed into the camp, their hearts became increasingly heavy.
All the way from the camp gate to the rear army, Brother Zhong led the way and arrived at the rear army camp first. The first thing that caught his eye was mountains of grain and grass, as well as wooden barrels and boxes tightly wrapped in oil paper.
Seeing those barrels and boxes, Brother Zhong couldn't help but be overjoyed and said with a trembling voice: "Yes, that's it! That's what I want!"
Just as he was about to order the barrels and boxes to be dismantled, suddenly torches were lit all around.
The torches were particularly dazzling on a rainy night, and they circled around. Finally, there were countless torches surrounding Brother Zhong.
Brother Zhongda was shocked. He knew that there was a person standing under every torch.
Directly in front, a man came out from behind the piles of grain and hay. He was in his twenties, with a face like a crown jewel, red lips and white teeth, and a somewhat sarcastic smile in his eyes.
"Li Qinzai!" The eyes of the eldest brother suddenly shrank.
Li Qinzai smiled and cupped his hands towards the eldest brother: "Your Highness, Mr. Li has been waiting here for a long time."
Brother Zhongda looked horrified and said: "You, why are you..."
"Why do I appear here, right? Why do I know your target is my camp, right?" Li Qinzai said with a smile.
Brother Zhong stared at him with gloomy eyes.
Li Qinzai sighed and said: "Do you think that all the people of the Tang Dynasty are idiots? Your Highness, your so-called strategies are the remnants of our ancestors from thousands of years ago in the Central Plains. Well, I guess
Counting how many tricks you did tonight..."
"Trying the tiger away from the mountain, making noises in the east and attacking in the west, secretly attacking Chen Cang..." Li Qinzai's eyes widened in surprise: "Tsk, you are so brave as a master of art!"
Brother Zhong was angry and desperate, and hissed: "The times are bad, the only option is death! Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated!"
Li Qinzai suddenly raised his hand, smiled apologetically at him, and said: "Let's deal with the dead soldiers behind you first, and then we can have a long chat. I'm always not at ease if I leave these people to chat with you."
After saying this, Li Qinzai's face suddenly darkened and he shouted: "Except for the king, all the others will be annihilated on the spot, leaving no one behind!"
There were roars all around, and then gunfire rang out.
More than a thousand dead soldiers were surrounded in the center, making them perfect living targets. After a while, the more than a thousand dead soldiers were all wiped out without even struggling.
Brother Zhong's eyes were filled with anger, but the madness in his eyes only grew stronger.
After all the dead soldiers fell to the ground, Brother Zhong suddenly drew his sword and rushed towards Li Qinzai.
Liu Asi stopped in front of Li Qinzai with a quick stride, and suddenly bent his body. The scabbard in his hand hit Brother Zhong's knee hard. There was a crisp sound, and Brother Zhong's leg bones showed a strange and weird bending angle.
Apparently completely ruined.
Brother Zhong fell to the ground, covered his legs and screamed. His face was covered with rain and mud. The crazy look in his eyes was gone. What was left was only the deep fear of death.
He was fearless at the time of the incident, with the determined thought of success or failure in his heart. However, when death really came to him, Brother Zhong finally began to be afraid.
In the face of death, there are not so many heroes and heroes. After all, warriors who regard death as home are rare.
Regardless of his status as the leader of the country, Brother Zhong is just an ordinary person, greedy, lustful, and afraid of death.
Everything he did was driven and bewitched by something called "ambition".
When the end of failure comes, ambition disappears, and all that remains in the body is the fear of death.
Looking at the eldest brother Zhong, who was hugging his legs and wailing, Li Qinzai walked forward slowly, squatted in front of him, shook his head and sighed: "This beautiful lady..."
"Although Your Highness the King has no power, at least his life is safe. If you are willing to obey, the royal family will be recognized as orthodox by the Tang Dynasty for generations to come. Wouldn't it be better to be your King peacefully? Why make such an ugly scene?"
Brother Zhong held his legs, his face was distorted beyond human shape, and he begged in a trembling voice: "The minister is wrong. It was because I was confused for a moment and listened to the minister's deception, so I acted unwisely tonight... Please forgive me, Mr. Li County."
this time."
Li Qinzai smiled and said: "Do you still have a glimmer of hope in your heart? Do you think that the 20,000-strong alliance army in the north of the city can come back at the last moment and capture Feiniao City, becoming a bargaining chip for your survival?"
Brother Zhong's screams stopped immediately and he looked at him in horror.
Li Qinzai smiled and said: "Don't look at me like this, my face will turn into a red apple... Your Majesty, give up. Liu Renyuan's troops who were sent to the south of the Japanese country to suppress local forces have long been secretly recalled to Asuka City by me."
We're on standby, and we're cleaning up the Alliance army at the moment."
"With such an ambitious leader like you in Asuka City, how dare I risk leaving only three thousand defenders? Your Highness, you think I am too weak-minded."
Brother Zhongda said with a deathly expression on his face: "Have you noticed my thoughts a long time ago? Have you been lying to me?"
"Hey, talk to me carefully, don't say that I am a scumbag who always gives up, and you lied to me first, okay?" Li Qinzai glanced at him and said: "I told you, these tricks you played,
It’s what my ancestors from the Central Plains used to play with thousands of years ago.”
"Now that you are playing this in front of me, wouldn't it be like Confucius selling articles in front of his door, playing a machete in front of Mr. Guan, and pretending to be a gangster in front of Li Jingchu..."