Chapter 179 Use your blood to pay homage to the spirit of the prince in heaven
Chapter 179 Use your blood to pay homage to His Highness the Prince’s soul in heaven (please subscribe and vote for rewards)
Cheng Chubi felt bad after hearing Cheng Liang's concise statement. At this moment, he only wanted to use one noun to express it: day!
Well, it's night now, and if you want to appreciate the real thing of the sun, you have to live until dawn.
"Cheng Guang, hurry up and help the young master put on his armor. I'll go outside to guard him first."
Cheng Liang walked quickly to his couch, picked up his bow and arrow pot, and tied the Hengdao and Zhandao to his waist.
Cheng Chubi's face instantly darkened, there was something wrong with the soldiers of Qingyou Pavilion.
Combined with Cheng Liang's observation, it seems that he was being sentimental before, and this matter was definitely not directed at a small character like himself.
Well, come to think of it, I, the most handsome cub in the old Cheng family, was most likely the one who was picked up by the other party while hunting rabbits.
Thinking of this, Cheng Chubi suddenly felt unhappy. He originally thought he was a white, soft and cute rabbit, but it turned out to be a fuck.
Huh? Why is there only a head left in the cursive script? There are random thoughts in the head, but there is no delay in entering the escape procedure.
"Just put on the chain mail and breastplate for me, and the helmet, but nothing else is needed. Hurry!"
It would take too long to wear the entire armor, and more importantly, it would make a clanging sound when running, making him a living target.
How can only a breastplate and a helmet be able to protect vital parts well without affecting one's movements at night?
This is why later generations of soldiers generally only wear helmets and body armor.
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Outside the Paiyun Hall, dozens of soldiers rushed into the entrance of the Paiyun Hall in a dejected manner and saw the bodies of Pao Ze lying on the ground.
Before he could shout loudly, several sharp arrows were fired silently.
There were nearly twenty men in black and they rushed towards him. The horizontal knives in their hands stirred up a knife pulp comparable to the moonlight in the night.
The sounds of fighting between the two sides quickly alerted a group of guards stationed at Paiyun Hall.
The leader left half of his men to guard the place, and shouted fiercely, telling the eunuchs and eunuchs not to panic.
Let people spread the word to all the pavilions, so that the princes and princesses who live alone in many pavilions can gather in Paiyun Palace.
However, just as he gave the order, a horizontal knife suddenly penetrated his body from under his ribs.
When he managed to turn his head, he saw his deputy, who was growling with a ferocious and bloodthirsty expression on his face.
"Use your blood to honor His Highness the Prince's spirit in heaven..."
"T-Prince..." He opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat. He could no longer utter any words and fell to his knees softly.
Soon, several of the guards were slashing with their swords without distinguishing between friend and foe. Everyone was in danger, so they unsheathed their swords and retreated in various directions.
They don't understand who is their hero and who is their enemy.
Xu Ling walked quickly, followed by ten strong and sturdy Youxiao guards, and quickly arrived at the entrance of Qingyou Pavilion.
His eyes swept over the four guards, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly. "Do it."
The eldest soldier quietly let go of the spear in his hand, pulled out the sword at his waist, and stabbed it directly into the gap in his comrade's armor.
Before the other two people could react, they were severely pierced by seven or eight spears in their necks...
"Cheng Sanlang has never left." The older soldier gasped and pulled out the sword, stretched his head and took a look at the room that was still brightly lit.
"You'd better come with us. General Cheng is brave and good at fighting, and his personal martial arts skills are among the best in the court. There is something wrong with Cheng Sanlang's brain.
But after all, he is also the bloodline of General Cheng, and he is quite powerful, so please be careful."
"Eunuch Xu, don't worry, the brothers cheered up and quickly chopped up Cheng Sanlang, cutting off the Changsun family's way of survival.
We still have to join up with the brothers and kill Li Shimin’s children so that they can be used as a memorial to His Highness the Crown Prince."
The ten people agreed in unison, and all followed Xu Ling, striding towards Cheng Chubi's residence in Qingyou Pavilion.
When they were ten steps away from Cheng Chubi's residence, more than ten sergeants had already begun to walk lightly.
Scattered around, the spears in their hands began to slowly tilt forward.
Xu Ling continued to move forward slowly, and shouted loudly with a smile. "General Cheng, our Xu Ling, come to keep the appointment..."
"..." There was deathly silence inside the house, with the lights reflecting on the papered windows, so peaceful and peaceful.
"???" The bright smile on Xu Ling's face gradually stiffened, and she turned her head and looked at the older soldier.
The man shook his head firmly and said firmly that they were not leaving.
Xu Ling took a deep breath, waved his hand, and signaled the sergeants with murderous intent to continue moving forward, and he shouted loudly again.
"Idiot!" Cheng Chubi climbed over the courtyard wall with Cheng Liang's help at this moment.
With a slight rant, he expressed his evaluation of the rebel soldiers who were trying to strangle him in Qingyou Pavilion.
Falling heavily outside the courtyard wall, Cheng Chubi picked up a piece of Uncle Qin's collection in each hand: a bright silver twenty-four-section steel mace.
He looked back at Cheng Guang and Cheng Liang, who both had bows in their hands, quivers hanging on their bodies, and knives on their shoulders, and then looked at the lights of the Paiyun Palace complex in the distance ahead.
From that direction, there were also faint noises and the sound of weapons clashing, which proved that this place where the princes and princesses lived was not safe.
Cheng Chubi took in a breath as if he had a toothache. How could he be safe at this time?
I'm afraid that the Dabao Hall and Yurong Hall, where Uncle Li and his wife are staying, won't be anywhere safe either.
What's more, it's almost a mile to get to Yurong Palace from here, and who knows how many ambushes and plots are waiting for him.
It would be better to pass through the Paiyun Palace and go around to the Supreme Emperor to avoid it. Having made up his mind, Cheng Chubi turned around.
"You are not wearing armor. I will go in front, but you will be five to ten steps behind me."
"Sir, it's us who should open the way for you." Cheng Liang couldn't help but said anxiously.
"Shut up!" Cheng Chubi reluctantly closed the metal shield on his helmet that was engraved with a ferocious beast's head. "I'm the tank."
"???" Cheng Guang and Cheng Liang looked at the third young master in confusion, wondering what he meant by this sentence.
Cheng Chubi didn’t even have the time to explain what a MT is and what a tank is.
He just tightened the heavy steel mace in his hands, and the sound behind the mask was a little more like the sound of gold and iron.
"You can do long-range damage. I haven't practiced bow and arrow, so I can only do close combat.
Moreover, I am wearing armor, but you are not. This means that I can stand in front and take damage, but you cannot."
"So from now on, I will be in front responsible for exploring the path, and you will be five to ten steps behind me.
If I encounter rebels, I will attract the enemy immediately and absorb the damage. Your responsibility is to deal crazy output..."