Zhao Xiyan put down her pen and ink in Wang's study, and wrote two letters in front of Wang Wei. One was addressed to Xu Jing, and the other asked Xu Jing to forward it to General Zheng.
Wang Wei was like a drowning person grabbing the last straw to save her life. She held her breath and stared at Zhao Xiyan without blinking.
After Zhao Xiyan finished writing the letter, she ordered Yuhan to go to Beihai Palace to deliver the letter immediately.
After doing all this, Zhao Xiyan stopped talking to Wang Wei and left with Ye Qinyao.
Wang Wei wanted to speak, but didn't know where to start. She looked at Zhao Xiyan's back and bit it hard. Blood beads suddenly appeared on her lips.
After getting on the carriage, Ye Qinyao recovered from the shock and suddenly grabbed Zhao Xiyan's hand: "You...did you think about doing this before you came here?"
Zhao Xiyan nodded matter-of-factly: "No matter if it works or not, you have to give it a try. Wang Wei has made up her mind now, which is always a good thing. Maybe it will work. As long as Wang Tong surrenders, the officers and soldiers of the imperial court can quickly defeat the enemy."
The village will have fewer casualties."
Ye Qinyao's almond-shaped eyes widened and she couldn't say anything for a moment.
Zhao Xiyan was amused by her appearance: "Why do you look at me like this? I don't have three heads and six arms."
No, it's more shocking than three heads and six arms.
Ye Qinyao murmured: "You have changed. You have really changed."
Zhao Xiyan laughed dumbly.
Ye Qinyao continued to talk to herself: "You were not like this before. Now when you talk about life and death, it's like eating cabbage."
"Also, what you said to Wang Wei today..."
It's really not like a teenage girl who was raised in a boudoir can say that.
Some subtle changes cannot be hidden from those close to you.
Zhao Xiyan was silent for a moment and then said softly: "I just hope Wang Wei can succeed in this attempt. At least Wang Wei and the two children can survive."
This is true.
Ye Qinyao sighed endlessly and was not in the mood to talk anymore. She was unhappy all the way.
For a girl who had been in a pampered boudoir for more than ten years, the destruction of the Wang family was too tragic.
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In the blink of an eye, it’s the fifth or sixth day again.
Qinglong Mountain, in the Jiaodong Military Camp, Li Xiao waved his left arm vigorously and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, everything is fine."
"Brother, let me lead the troops to attack the village gate!"
Li Ji glanced at his young and energetic cousin: "Colonel Murong personally attacked the village gate, why would you do it?"
Li Xiao curled his lips: "I thought it was so powerful. It's been more than ten days and I still haven't been able to take down the village gate. Many soldiers were killed and injured. Humph!"
Li Ji slapped Li Xiao on the back of the head smoothly: "It would be the same with you. Stop being mean and stop talking nonsense."
It's really no wonder Murong Shen.
If Qinglong Village was so easy to break, the imperial court would not have allowed this bandit village to develop and grow unfettered to this day.
The mountain road is rugged, and a thousand soldiers entering the mountain is the limit. Qinglong Village is guarded by thousands of people, and it is not easy to break through the gate of the village.
"How about a fire attack?" Li Xiao had a bad idea in the blink of an eye.
Li Ji glared at him and said, "Once a fire is set, the mountains and forests will burst into flames. The bandits will be finished and we will die as well. Have you lost your mind?"
Li Xiao was used to being scolded, so he touched the back of his head and said, "What should we do? We can't keep spending it like this!"
Li Ji's eyes flashed and he whispered: "Colonel Murong has already figured out a way."
Li Xiao soon knew what to do.
Two young men in their twenties were tied up and dragged into the military camp.
Murong Shen led his troops out and pulled the two unfortunates to the open space in front of the village gate. The messenger with a loud voice shouted: "Wang Tong, your two sons are here. Open the gate of the village quickly and surrender!"
"If they don't surrender, the captain will chop down their sacrificial flags!"
Soon, dozens of soldiers shouted together, and the shouts floated to the sky and spread into Qinglong Village.
A tall man stood there with an expressionless face, and the back of his hand holding the handle of the knife suddenly exerted force, and the veins on the back of his hand were exposed.
A scar-faced young man came over. Listening to the shouts outside the village gate, the scar-faced young man suddenly smiled: "Wang Tong, do you feel sorry for your son? I will have someone open the village gate and let you out."
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Wang Tong held the handle of the knife hard again, then slowly released it, raised his head, and smiled at Zhou Sui: "The boss is joking. I entered Qinglong Village, and I am from Qinglong Village."
Then, he raised his voice and ordered: "Hurry up and release the arrow!"
At the command, arrows flew out from the tower of the village.
"father!"
An earth-shaking scream sounded.
This is the voice of the eldest son.
Zhou Sui looked at Wang Tong coldly.
The muscles on Wang Tong's face twitched violently, and pain flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth hard, and actually smiled and said to Zhou Sui: "Master, let's go to the upstairs of the village and watch what's going on outside."
This Wang Tong is cruel and ruthless, but he is quite a character.
Zhou Sui twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded sharply: "Okay."
The two of them went up to the village building one after the other.
From the ten-meter-high village tower, one can clearly see the scene outside the village.
A young man fell in a pool of blood. His head was cut off and hung bloody on the flag. There was also a younger man kneeling under the flag.
Murong Shen, who was wearing silver soft armor, looked over from a distance, with murderous intent in his eyes.
For some reason, Zhou Sui felt very displeased when he saw this Murong Shen.
Just like the first time I saw the Prince of Beihai. I don't know where the unhappiness came from, it was just disgusting.
Murong Shen narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised the long knife in his hand.
The young man kneeling on the ground cried out in despair: "Father, save me..."
Murong Shen swung his sword, a cloud of blood flew up, and a head fell to the ground.
The muscles on Wang Tong's face twitched violently again, and he ordered sternly: "Fire the arrow!"
…
After more than half a day, the imperial army finally retreated, leaving corpses and blood everywhere.
Corpses were also scattered inside and outside the gate of Qinglong Village.
After dark, Wang Tong came out of the side gate of the village and walked heavily to the two corpses. The two big heads had been cut off, leaving only two headless corpses.
Two tears slid down his face and disappeared quickly.
With red eyes, Wang Tong collected the bodies of his two sons. The next day, he continued to lead the bandits to guard the gate of the village.
He had been severely tortured before. After being diagnosed and treated by doctors, he recovered more than half of his life and could barely walk and speak. Perhaps he was stimulated by his son's death, and on this day he was able to kill with a knife.
Cao Gui and others saw this and couldn't help but praise him: "This Wang Tong is quite ruthless."
"He is barely qualified to be the fifth master of Qinglong Village."
Three more days passed.
On this day, what appeared outside the village gate was not the imperial army, but a pretty girl and two three or four-year-old children.
The large open space was soaked with blood, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating.
The girl's face was filled with tears. She knelt down with her two little nephews in her arms, kowtowed to the heavy village gate, and cried: "Dad, I am here with Da Lang Erlang. Dad, surrender! Save us!"
