After the two quivers carried by each archer were all empty, Sanbao ordered the Jin Yiwei behind him to enter.
They came in for last-minute hits.
As they passed by at high speed, as long as there were people lying on the ground, regardless of whether they were alive or dead, they would all be stabbed in the vital parts to ensure that everything was safe.
Sanbao rode his horse and came to the middle of the hearse procession where corpses were lying on the ground.
Duan Jinjiang was protected by several personal guards using their bodies as shields, and he still had a breath left at this time.
Sanbao on the horse looked at the struggle in the pool of blood and seemed to want to speak, but Duan Jinjiang was unable to speak because his throat was injured and the blood was gushing out. He said lightly: "Mr. Duan Ge, I have been ordered to send you there.
Reunite with your son."
"Thunder, rain, and dew are all God's grace. Please go on your journey with peace of mind, Mr. Duan Ge."
After San Bao finished speaking, the sword flashed, and Duan Jinjiang's head rose into the sky with a handful of hot blood.
After a while, the commotion subsided.
A subordinate came to report: "Ask the factory boss, everyone has been killed with one last blow, and no one is alive."
Sanbao smiled gloomily, came to Duan Changmian's coffin, and raised his hand to lift the lid of the coffin.
Duan Changmian's bloodless face appeared under Sanbao's eyes.
"It's indeed Duan Changmian."
Sanbao narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Leave a few people to clean up the scene. The others, return to Beijing!"
After saying this, Sanbao turned around and mounted his horse, leading a large group of people and galloping towards the capital, disappearing in the snow in the blink of an eye.
There were about ten people left to deal with the scene. They were all veterans and they quickly dug a big pit near the official road. It was such an icy and snowy place, and it was the junction of the two places. It was inaccessible, so it was impossible for these corpses to be buried here.
No one will find out.
When the snow melts next winter and everything revives, these corpses will gradually rot and eventually disappear from the world without leaving any trace.
Among them, Duan Changmian's coffin was also casually discarded in the pit.
After everything was buried, the dozen or so imperial guards also left.
The sky gradually darkened, and when the surrounding wind and snow became stronger and stronger, and all traces were almost blown away and hidden by the wind and snow, a hand suddenly stretched out from the big pit.
The old and jagged hand grasped the edge of the snow and soil and turned it out from the inside.
An old man with an extraordinary bearing crawled out of the pit. Covered in blood, he stood in the snow and laughed crazily.
His laughter was so shrill and shrill that it was like the cry of an owl in the night, making the whole country so cold.
...
"Those people in the East Factory are becoming more and more outrageous. How come they are so closely protecting you, and your Highness is still injured?"
In the Baihua Hall of the East Palace, Zhao Rui looked at the shocking wound on Li Chen's shoulder with a distressed look on his face. He gritted his teeth angrily and said, "I think these people deserve to die. If they can't even protect His Highness's safety, why should they do it?"
What?"
Li Chen smiled and said: "It's just a flesh wound. It will recover in a few days."
Zhao Rui said: "This shows their incompetence. Your Highness is a man of wealth. If something goes wrong, it will be a disaster."
"OK OK."
Li Chen changed the subject and asked: "Is your father going to take office?"
"went."
Zhao Rui's attention was indeed diverted.
"I went there earlier today. I said that His Highness has great expectations and cannot live up to them."
