Zhai Bin was still sitting on the side of the mound above the embankment. He looked into the embankment on one side. On the turbulent water surface, Feng Heng's head could be vaguely seen floating up and down. He smiled and shook his head.
: "Feng Sima, please go and bring a message to the King of Wu. Just say, I won't let his beautiful wife wait too long. However, before sending their family to reunite, I will try it first.
Taste her, after all, I also want to see the woman who served King Wu and King Fu Tian."
Murong Chui's voice suddenly floated from the night sky, eerie: "I have no interest in tasting the taste of your wife. Just like you, it's too smelly!"
This startled Zhai Bin so much that he jumped up from the bed. Even though he was nearly eighty years old, he was still like a spring. When he jumped up, he easily took out the sword in his hand and pointed it straight at the sound.
However, it can still be clearly seen that his hands are trembling.
And Zhai Bin's voice was also trembling slightly: "You, who are you, why, why are you here?"
Murong Chui's face under the helmet, with a high nose and wide mouth, had a calm expression, and even a teasing smile, and slowly emerged from the darkness, and his voice was calm as usual: "Chief Zhai,
I remember that when we met and formed an alliance, it was also on such a winter night, with heavy snowfall. At that time, you and I were at the top of Xingyang City, watching the fire in the city, and listening to the wails and screams as the city was being slaughtered and looted.
Tell me, this is your favorite sound in the world, right?"
Zhai Bin's body began to tremble, and he suddenly shouted: "Come on, come on, come on, come on, whoever captures Murong Chui will receive a reward of 100,000 and be crowned king!"
His voice was like a lion, echoing in the valley, but he shouted three times in a row, but no one came. Zhai Bin opened his eyes wide, turned his head to look at the dam, and was busy running back and forth.
The sergeants shouted in Ding Ling dialect: "Ding Ling soldiers, come and kill Murong Chui, kill Murong Chui!"
But these people turned a deaf ear and just ran back and forth from the embankment like ants. Zhai Bin even saw a man who looked like a military academy, ran to the embankment, picked up a long pole, and started to salvage the man who was in the embankment.
Feng Heng's head was floating in the Zhang River.
When the man took Feng Heng's head into his hands, he lifted it up high and hung it on the head of the pole. He turned around and his face was clearly illuminated under the moonlight.
It was the Xianbei warrior, Murong Feng, the general of the Murong family. His voice, speaking in Xianbei dialect, came from far away, overcoming the cold wind: "King Wu, I will seal the head of Sima. The last general has fulfilled his mission.
Now here!”
A trace of sadness flashed across Murong Chui's face, and he shouted loudly in Xianbei dialect: "Feng Sima served Dayan wholeheartedly and was loyal and brave. Soldiers, please give three shouts for Feng Sima!" He said and took off his clothes.
Helmet, looking up to the sky and shouting, "Feng Sima, go on the road with peace of mind!"
At this time, all the "Ding Ling" sergeants wearing leather hats took off their leather helmets, revealing the pigtails that only Xianbei people have, and shouted loudly: "Feng Sima, go on the road with peace of mind, go on the road with peace of mind, go with peace of mind!"
The sound shook the surrounding areas, one after another, and thousands of soldiers in the entire valley all let out the same wail.
Only then did Zhai Bin realize that the soldiers and horses he had brought had been replaced by Murong Chui without anyone noticing. He spurted out blood and could hardly stand, while the two younger brothers standing beside him
, Zhai Tan and Zhai Min roared wildly, and with more than ten sergeants Ding Ling around them, they picked up their weapons and rushed towards Murong Chui, who was fifty steps away, and shouted: "Old thief Murong, I
I’ll fight you!”
Murong Chui's eyes were only on Zhai Bin, and he didn't even look at the people rushing up. He shook his head and waved his hands gently. In the snow behind him, more than a hundred people holding powerful crossbows suddenly stood up.
Xianbei shooters, each holding a hard crossbow in their hands, faced the impact of more than a dozen Ding Ling warriors. They hardly needed to take aim before they pulled the trigger. The sound of "wuwu" was heard piercing the air incessantly.
From such a distance, several or even more than a dozen bloody holes suddenly appeared on the bodies of these powerful warriors, and their vital points were pierced. Most of them couldn't even scream, and fell directly to the ground.
Zhai Min was the strongest of these people and the last one to fall. He rushed to a place less than ten steps away from Murong Chui. After fifteen or six crossbow bolts were inserted into his body, this giant bear-like man
, and finally fell down. He held the knife and knelt on the ground. There were more than ten bloody holes between the chest and abdomen. The fragments of the internal organs turned into small pieces of flesh, and white bone fragments also flowed out. He
The light in his eyes gradually dissipated, but he still struggled to move his knees, wanting to get closer to Murong Chui, even a little closer, even half a foot, but how could he move even half an inch?
Zhai Min's lips trembled slightly as she uttered the last words: "Kill, kill, kill old thief Murong, I, I'm good..."
A fierce Xianbei warrior dropped the crossbow in his hand, drew out the long sword from his waist, took a few steps forward, and walked in front of Zhai Min. With a flash of cold light, the sword pierced his throat, and then he quickly drew it out.
Long sword, after he wiped the sword blade on the soles of his feet, Zhai Min's body finally lay on the ground. Within a distance of more than ten steps, the bodies of a dozen Ding Ling warriors were lined up on the ground, with blood flowing quietly.
, dyeing this white snowfield with a different color.
Zhai Bin collapsed to the ground. This 80-year-old man finally lost his last spiritual support. He raised his head, looked at Murong Chui feebly, and sighed: "Now that things have come to this, King Wu, I only ask you for a moment."
Can you let my people go?"
Murong Chui smiled slightly: "I still rely on Ding Ling soldiers to conquer the world, how can I kill them all? Don't worry, the more people who are useful to me, the better."
Zhai Bin gritted his teeth, put the knife on his neck, and stood up slowly: "The betrayal of you this time was done by my three brothers and has nothing to do with my other nephews and nephews of the Zhai family. King Wu, please let go."
If you pass our Zhai clan, even if I become a ghost, I will still be grateful to you."
A trace of pity flashed in Murong Chui's eyes: "You are eighty years old, don't you understand the principle of eradicating the roots? I was not afraid of you when you were a human being, but even if you became a ghost, why would I be afraid of you instead? Just go on your way with peace of mind.
Just like you said, I will soon send you a Zhai family to accompany you."
