Shen Fengchu looked into his eyes, "Don't you have anything to say?"
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This time, I trusted the wrong person and I admit defeat!" Shen Zilong said.
"It seems that I misjudged you!" Shen Fengchu snorted, "I thought you were a true hero, but now it seems that you are just a coward!"
"Nonsense!" Shen Zilong raised his eyebrows and yelled angrily, raising his finger to point at the "heavy" on the city wall, "You think you really won. You can win today just because he is still alive. It is just relying on these to convince Northwest If you are not the king's elite soldier, if your surname is not Shen, if you are not the biological son of Shen Zhong, you, Shen Fengchu, are nothing!"
"Shen Zilong, look, who am I?"
On the city wall, "Heavy" suddenly raised his hand and grabbed a human skin mask from his face, revealing his true face under the mask.
With his delicate features, he is clearly the doctor Yu Liang.
Shen Fengchu was naturally dead. Shen Fengchu had already expected that there would be a situation today, so he asked Yu Liang to pretend to be his father Shen Shen.
Yu Liang is similar in height to Shen Zhong, and has been with Shen Zhong for many years, so he is very familiar with his behavior. In addition, he is good at disguise, so it is easy to pretend to be Shen Zhong.
If Shen Zilong identifies it carefully, he should still be able to tell that it is fake based on the sound and subtle differences.
However, Shen Zilong, who had a guilty conscience, had no intention of paying attention to this.
"His Royal Highness!" On the side, Zhao Shanhe looked back in surprise, "Your Majesty, he..."
"During the mutiny that day, my father had already been poisoned and died. Just to stabilize the morale of the northwest army, I never reported the news to the outside world!" Shen Fengchu said softly.
He gave an order, and all the northwest troops holding bows tensed their arms, pointed their arrow tips at Shen Zilong, and were ready to go.
Shen Fengchu raised his left hand lightly and said, "Everyone, step back fifteen steps!"
Zhao Shanhe frowned, "His Royal Highness?"
"Zhao Shanhe, do you dare to disobey military orders?" Shen Fengchu asked in a deep voice.
Zhao Shanhe looked at the figure standing solemnly in front of him. In a daze, he saw again the heavy figure who always took the lead many years ago.
"General, I don't dare!"
After saluting Shen Fengchu's back on horseback, Zhao Shanhe raised his right hand and said, "Everyone, step back fifteen steps!"
The horses' hooves clattered neatly, the army retreated, and the small open space instantly expanded into a circle.
"From today on, we are no longer brothers!"
Shen Fengchu raised his left hand and gently waved his right hand around his fingers. The gorgeous black sleeves instantly fell from his arms and fell silently on the loess.
"Chapter 1 of the Northwest Military Regulations, Article 1, Northwest soldiers must be loyal, and traitors will die without mercy!" He raised his sword and pointed at Shen Zilong. There was no sadness or joy in his voice, but just that he was the king of a county. The tyranny of "Rebel General Shen Zilong, suffer death!"
"Hmph!" Shen Zilong snorted, raising his gun and pointing it at Shen Fengchu, "That day, I was just careless and got hurt. Do you think I'm really inferior to you?"
"If you can defeat me today, I will allow you to leave safely!" Shen Fengchu said.
"Ha..." Shen Zilong raised his head and laughed, "Don't regret it!"
"A gentleman's word!"
"It's hard to chase the horse!"
Shen Zilong chased the words out of his mouth, his right hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and he flew up, and the spear in his hand was like an ink dragon piercing Shen Fengchu.