"It's Ye, King Ye. He used a thick smoke formation to surround our soldiers layer by layer. And the prince's five thousand iron guards were almost completely wiped out!"
"A bunch of losers!"
Feng Junao stood up. When he heard that the five thousand iron guards were almost wiped out, he felt a dull pain in his heart. It took him a lot of effort to train those five thousand iron guards and forge steel armor for them. They were so vulnerable.
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At this time, another person quickly rushed into the hall, a guard from the palace.
"My lord, what's wrong, King Ye led a thousand people and rushed towards the palace!"
"What?" one of the civil servants' staff blurted out in fright, "Your Majesty, we'd better run away!"
Feng Junao was cunning after all. He chose to escape alone, and arranged for his staff, wives, and family members to escape through another route. In this way, Feng Yebei's pursuers were likely to be attracted to another route, which could help him
Get more time.
But God's calculation is worse than that of man!
Feng Junao, who was galloping, suddenly grabbed the reins of the horse and looked at Feng Yebei and the many ghost-faced guards who were waiting dozens of meters ahead. His eyes suddenly turned gloomy, and his face turned extremely pale for an instant. However,
The dark eyes were still filled with a bit of anger, knowing that
The situation was over, but he still maintained a trace of fantasy, and raised his voice and said to Feng Yebei, "Do you really want to kill me? Don't forget, I am your uncle. Kill me and wait until a hundred years later.
How are you going to face your father and the ancestors of my Feng family?"
Listen, what a high-sounding speech!
Hearing these words, Feng Zheliang remained expressionless, but his ghost couldn't help curling his lips and letting out a few sneers. Based on what Feng Junao did, he still dared to mention the late emperor,
Tile's ancestors? I'm afraid it's him who has no face to see them, right? He's a wolfish and ambitious thing! If you let him leave today, wouldn't he be letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and there will be endless troubles!
Feng Jun proudly saw that 'Feng Ye Bei''s face was not loose at all, and couldn't help but become anxious, "Feng Ye Bei, think about it carefully, is it really good for you to kill me? With me here, the imperial power is dispersed, and there will be more emperors.
A bit afraid. But if it weren't for me, do you think a person like our emperor, who is so narrow-minded and has no tolerance for others, would treat you like a slave?
Do you have mercy? After the emperor ascended the throne, he almost killed all your brothers. Although he has kept you till now, you are now gaining momentum in the army of the DPRK and have seriously threatened his imperial power. He will not let you go.
.How about we join forces? As long as you let me go, how about I help you get the throne when I make a comeback someday?"
"Uncle, you are worrying too much, I have no intention of killing you!"
As soon as Feng Zheliang said these words, Feng Junao's tense expression immediately calmed down a bit. However, it seemed that it was too early for him to relax at this time, because Feng Zheliang hadn't finished speaking yet.
"The final decision on your life and death is the Emperor's."
Feng Junao's expression suddenly changed. He thought he wanted to hand him over to that useless emperor. Then he would still die. He had been fighting with that man for so long, and now that he was defeated, what could he do?
Is there any reason to spare his life? It is absolutely possible to kill him as a warning to others.
"Come on, bring the regent to the emperor and tell him that this is a gift from me to the emperor."
"Feng Yebei, you will regret doing this. Think again, with me here, I can help you ascend to the throne. Don't you want to be the emperor?"
Feng Zheliang, however, did not look back and rode away. He wanted to tell Hui'er the news of victory as soon as possible. His Hui'er...