In the camp's large tent, Zhao Guangyi stared at a light in front of him, his face sinking as if water.
"Report, the enemy has killed the Chinese army."
"Guardian, please move quickly."
"Your Majesty, for the sake of safety, please leave the Chinese army's tent as soon as possible. In the thick fog, even if they have the ability to reach the sky and clear the earth, they will not be able to find your Majesty."
Zhao Guangyi seemed as if he had not heard anything, and was still thinking nervously in his heart: "Who will be the enemy? How many people are there?"
Khitan people? Impossible. I have thirteen layers of scouting horses on the outside. If the Khitan army moves, even a thousand-man army will not be able to pass through the layers of defense without being noticed by me.
The Han army? Impossible. They can directly attack our formation. Even if they come with a death wish, they can't even think of breaking into the formation without 10,000 men. With 10,000 troops..., where can they hide these days? Besides, I'm attacking
It has been more than ten days in Jinyang City. If the main force of the Han army was not in the city, how could it have resisted my army of hundreds of thousands of tigers and wolves?
My camp is located to the south of Nanying. Nanying is Li Hanqiong's army. The enemy comes from the east. Dongying is Dezhao's camp. Dongying...
Zhao Guangyi secretly took a deep breath: "Could it be De Zhao? No...he doesn't have the courage, nor the ability. Gao Yin is my confidant, Murong Qiuzui is also my confidant, a supervisor and a deputy general are both
My people, all the officers and soldiers in the battalion are my people, how can De Zhao have the ability to instigate them."
"Report, the Chinese army's first line of defense has been broken."
"Guan family, I beg your majesty, the official family is tied to the safety of the world, please leave the danger quickly."
"Report, the Chinese army's second line of defense has been broken."
"You came so fast!" Zhao Guangyi stood up suddenly.
"Guan Jia, leave quickly."
Zhao Guangyi sneered and said: "That's nice, let's go? Where to go? This is my Chinese army's camp. In front of it...is my army of hundreds of thousands. Who in the world can force me to abandon my camp and leave?"
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Zhao Guangyi glanced sideways at the ministers kneeling in front of the imperial court, and said indifferently: "How do you want me to go? Where to go? That's ridiculous."
Zhao Guangyi left the imperial desk, strode towards the front of the tent, and shouted sternly: "Bring my weapons, I want to see who is coming. Is it Jin Machao who can force me to cut off my beard and robe?"
The overlord of Chu who forced me to ‘get off the fader’!”
"Officials cannot personally take risks. Officials..."
A bunch of officials and servants stumbled out to chase him, while the generals raised their weapons and rushed in front of Zhao Guangyi.
Outside the big tent, a group of spearmen and shield soldiers surrounded the Chinese army's big tent, making it airtight and densely packed into the 20th floor.
"Officials, the third line of defense..."
A man stumbled towards him and shouted hissingly. Zhao Guangyi interrupted and said, "I've already seen it."
The man was stunned for a moment, and then he fell to the ground. There was a spear stuck in his back, and the tip of the spear had passed through his chest. I don't know how he managed to get back.
Zhao Guangyi didn't even look at him. He looked past the densely arranged Imperial Guards who were bowing and holding guns, and looked towards the vast mist ahead. There, countless killing gods had jumped out. They were coming with overwhelming force.
, go straight into the Chinese army.
"Break the formation!"
Countless large guns suddenly flew into the air, roaring, and were thrown towards the defensive formation with strong winds. These dead soldiers actually threw out the only weapons in their hands and used them as javelins to slam them towards the defensive formation. At the same time, they kept moving and tightened their feet.
He chased the tail of the gun and rushed forward, throwing himself at the enemy's sword and gun.
"Puff, puff, puff!" There were shocking sounds of blades piercing through the body, but none of the dead soldiers who rushed towards them screamed in agony. Even if they were dying, they would use their fists and teeth to attack everything in front of them as much as possible.
Everything, this desperate fighting style immediately shook the last line of defense in front of the Chinese army's tent.
Then countless dead soldiers rushed over desperately, relying on the swords and guns pressed down by their comrades, and the shaking of the battle formation with the spears they threw, and carried out the second wave of impact. Regardless of sacrifice, they used their flesh and blood to rush forward, and in
He thrust the spear in his hand with all his strength, and when it pierced everything in front of him, he collided with his body, hitting the array of swords and spears with his own body, and hitting the tiger-faced shield with its fangs raised.
Break the formation! Break the formation!
Use the simplest, most direct, most effective, and most brutal way to break the formation!
If you kill someone, you will die! If you kill someone, you will live. To seek death is to seek life. Who can fight with someone who regards death as a return?
"Hi! Hi! Hi!"
The shield array shook a few times and suddenly fell over. The densely packed soldiers were pressed underneath. Dead soldiers with guns rushed into the battle array. The defensive soldiers also rushed forward. Countless people were crowded together.
Unable to even wield their swords and guns, the Forbidden Army engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with Liu Jiye's dead soldiers.
Zhao Guangyi clenched the iron rod in his hand, looked at the nearest enemy who was only a few steps away from him but was being held tightly by the guards, and suddenly smiled. He stepped back with a smile, then took another step, and suddenly
He turned around and said loudly: "Let's go! Retreat to Pan Mei's camp!"
He was moved by his fearless courage when he came to the enemy. Even with his martial arts, if he encountered such a group of life-hungry lunatics, he did not believe that he would be able to survive under the attack of his opponents. But the enemy was like
The madness was so brutal that it also allowed him to see through the reality of the enemy: no matter who came, there must be only this group of people, there was no reserve army, and there were no other reinforcements, so they could only make a desperate move.
Once he understands this, Zhao Guangyi has no need to avoid his edge. He does not need to fight with a group of desperate lunatics. These lunatics have no second chance, and he still has capital, so why bother to accompany them to gamble?
He is the emperor, no one is worthy of betting with him/
If you want to bet, he should also be the banker.
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The shouts of killing from all directions left Zhao Dezhao standing in front of the Chinese army tent at a loss. In the heavy fog, it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. The only thing he could do was to restrain his own troops and try not to cause them to cause commotion, so as not to attract suspicion.
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In fact, he couldn't move even if he wanted to. His soldiers were all Gao Yin's subordinates. He could only give orders through Gao Yin. Under the current situation, Gao Yin had already put away his respect and respect for him, the prince and general.
After taming and restraining his army, he, a naked prince, could only stand in front of the tent with his sword in hand and one leg, looking around anxiously.
Deng Xiuer followed the Yang-shaped banner. After seeing the banner stop at a camp in the distance, she could no longer get closer. The places close to the Chinese army's tent were full of soldiers' tents, even the main camp.
The soldiers were also unable to approach, so she could only patrol around, waiting for opportunities.
After a period of chaos, the soldiers from each battalion began to return to their own formations. If the wandering soldiers continued to wander around, they would arouse others' suspicion. Deng Xiuer could only use the big tent as the center and circle around as much as possible.
When the fog started to spread, Deng Xiuer took advantage of the fog to quietly move towards the big tent. When she heard the sound of footsteps along the way, she quickly used the tents to dodge and used her clever body skills to get as close as possible. ,near……
"Your Majesty!"
"Ah, Lord Murong."
Although they had always been at odds with each other, Zhao Dezhao felt relieved when he met the always resourceful Murong Qiuzui at this juncture. He hurriedly asked: "Mr. Murong, what happened? I heard from Nanying There are sounds of fighting, even in Beiying."
Murong Qiuzui said with a solemn expression: "It's strange to be in a humble position. It's hard to see in the heavy fog now. We can't act rashly. Strictly guarding our formation is the first priority. Where is General Zhou?"
Zhao Dezhao said: "General Zhou has already heard the alarm and took action. He personally inspected the whole camp and went to appease the three armies."
"In this case, I humbly go to find General Zhou to find out what happened. Your Majesty, please return it to your account for safety."
Murong Qiuzui walked away and hurried away without waiting for Zhao Dezhao's answer.
"General Zhou, is General Zhou here?"
Murong Qiuzui searched all the way, shouting loudly that their east camp was the only place that had not been attacked, so the camp was relatively safe. Zhou Yin inspected various places and was about to return to the camp with two personal guards. , suddenly heard Murong Qiuzui's voice, he quickly came over to greet him, raised his hands and said: "Master Murong, the last general is here."
Murong Qiu Zui asked anxiously: "General Zhou, what happened? Why are there sounds of fighting everywhere, as if the enemy is everywhere."
Zhou Yin shook his head and said: "The general doesn't understand either. The sound of fighting is loud, the drums and trumpets are hard to hear clearly, and the flags are unclear. It's a mess now. The only thing the general can do is to hold on to the formation and remain unmoved."
Murong Qiuzui said: "It's not an option for us to just guard it like this. We have to send a smart person out to get more accurate information, especially from the officials."
Zhou Yin said disapprovingly: "The official camp is in the rear, and there are 25,000 forbidden troops guarding it. What danger can there be?"
Even though he was talking like this, Zhou Yin still followed Murong Qiuzui's instructions and turned to a guard: "Tie Zhu, go out of the camp and inquire about the camp. It's foggy and it's hard to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Be careful. Do you remember the password?"
"Remember your humble position."
"Okay, go ahead, be smart, and report back as soon as you find accurate information."
"Yes." Liu Tiezhu rushed towards him, and Zhou Yin said to Murong Qiuzui with a solemn hand: "Mr. Murong, please."
"Mr. Murong, is the prince's side... okay?"
Murong Qiuzui said: "There is nothing wrong with the prince. The prince has an arrow wound on his leg. Where else can he go? Naturally, he will stay at the Chinese army's tent."
Zhou Yin smiled slightly and said vaguely: "Well, that's good. If the Lord Supervisor needs the general's service for anything, just give him the order, and the general will definitely do his best."
Zhou Yin knew that Murong Qiuzui was a popular figure among the officials, and that he was also a member of the same faction when the King of Jin was hiding in his residence. They were considered a family. However, the order he received was only to keep an eye on Zhao Dezhao and wait for further orders. No further orders were issued, and now Murong Qiuzui was sent to the army as a supervisor. He expected that Murong Qiuzui, as a confidant of the official family, must have a more specific task. This insinuation was just to help. If he can get a close confidant from the official family due to his busy work, it will naturally be of great help to his future.
When Murong Qiuzui heard Zhou Yin's vague words, his heart suddenly moved: "Yes, someone is attacking the camp. What a great opportunity this is, how could I let it go?"
Murong Qiuzui covered his lips and coughed twice. He looked at Zhou Yin with an unexplainable look and said with a smile: "General Zhou was brought up by the official family. He must be loyal to the official family."
Zhou Yin was overjoyed and said quickly: "I will go through fire and water without hesitation."
The smile on Murong Qiuzui's face grew wider: "Actually... you don't need to go through fire and water, I just need General Zhou to do a small favor."
Zhou Yin was flattered and said: "Master Supervisor, please speak."
"Come over here."
"Okay." Zhou Yin quickly leaned closer to his ear. Murong Qiuzui leaned over and whispered in his ear: "General Zhou, I only want to lend you your head, okay?"
Zhou Yin was shocked, and subconsciously tried to move away, but a sharp knife had already penetrated into his heart. Zhou Yin looked at Murong Qiuzui in horror, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Why? You...
Why?"
Murong Qiuzui looked at him with pity and said: "If... the camp was not attacked, how could I attack the prince? If... only one prince died, how could others not be suspicious? General Zhou, you
You know, the official family has always cherished their feathers. If the deputy general of the camp is also assassinated, the official family's face will look better, don't you think?"
A flash of surprise and anger gradually flashed across Zhou Yin's eyes. He pointed at Murong Qiu Zui and cursed through gritted teeth: "Murong Qiu Zui, you... you... you old dog..."
Murong Qiuzui put his hand on Zhou Yin's sword, slowly drew it out, and said with a smile: "General Zhou, as a general who sacrificed his life for the country, your family will definitely be taken care of properly. Your son,
You will also be able to serve as an official, so you...just go with peace of mind..."
Zhou Yin opened his eyes wide, fell back, and unsheathed his sword, making an intrusive friction sound.
"You...you...you..."
Another guard saw what happened in front of him and was trembling with shock. He took a few steps back and suddenly ran away. Murong Qiu looked at his back with a drunken smile. Just when he was about to escape into the heavy fog,
Murong Qiuzui moved his wrist, and the saber whizzed out, striking the man in the back of the heart. The man submerged into the mist with a shrill scream. Murong Qiuzui looked around and quickly dodged away.
When he ran more than ten feet away, he heard a cry from where he was just now: "There are assassins, there are assassins, General Zhou has been assassinated!"
Deng Xiuer touched the front of the large Chinese army tent based on her memory. She could vaguely see a person standing in front of the tent, with his back to her and looking south. There was a flagpole beside him. The top of the flagpole was hidden in the fog and could no longer be seen clearly.
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Deng Xiuer stayed close to the ground and patiently approached step by step. There were guards standing guard not far from the tent. If she missed a hit, the guards would be alerted immediately, and she had to get closer.
Murong Qiuzui hurried back to the Chinese army's tent. Zhao Dezhao hurriedly asked: "Master Murong, have you found General Zhou?"
Murong Qiuzui said: "It's so foggy that it's really hard to find it. As things stand now, we have no choice but to wait patiently here."
Hearing that man's voice, Deng Xiuer's heart skipped a beat: "Is it... him? King Wei is a thousand years old..."
Deng Xiuer was shocked. She never expected that she would come with hatred to seek revenge on Yang Hao, but unexpectedly broke into Zhao Dezhao's army.
Zhao Dezhao..., the man she had secretly had a crush on, for a time, Deng Xiuer's heart was filled with mixed emotions. All the things that happened after Zhao Dezhao visited Sizhou in the south were vividly displayed before her eyes: the blood spurting from his father's throat, the beams of the house
The lonely corpse hanging on the ground, the closed doors of relatives and friends, the face of the only man he likes who has become indifferent...
Unconsciously, with bright eyes, Deng Xiuer bit her lip and slowly backed away. The hatred for killing her father was irreconcilable. She no longer had any fate with the man in front of her, and she didn't want to see this irresponsible man again. She now
Live only for revenge,
She slowly moved away and turned back to cast one last glance at him. At this glance, she was so shocked by the strange scene she witnessed that her whole body froze. She watched as Murong Qiuzui suddenly approached him and stabbed him with a knife.
Zhao Dezhao's chest. How is it possible? Is this a dream?
Zhao Dezhao looked at the knife on his chest that was up to the hilt, and then looked up at Murong Qiuzui in shock. Surprise, disbelief, anger and despair were all combined in his eyes: "He... wants you to kill me?"
Murong Qiuzui still had a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face, and he spoke slowly and softly: "Chitose, the officials only want me to do things conveniently, but they haven't told me how to do it specifically. Your death must be done flawlessly and be able to do so."
Let the officials pick it up clearly, right? You also know that there are enough gossips about the officials..."
Zhao Dezhao said painfully: "I was too naive. I thought... I could hide it from him. I thought he didn't dare to attack me. If I had known this, I should have gathered troops to rebel against him, even if it was just one
If a soldier follows me, at least... at least he can die a grand death, why should he... die so cowardly in your hands!"
"Haha, Murong actually doesn't want to kill Chitose with his own hands. When it comes to killing, if you do it yourself, you will be inferior. Killing with a borrowed knife is not considered smart. The most satisfying method is to let the person you want to kill die on his own. For example, Si
Zhou Zhifu Deng Zuyang, Murong's words persuaded him to commit suicide, then he would be really clean and tidy, but it's a pity... Qiantai cherishes his life too much..."
Deng Xiuer, who was lying on the side of the tent, was shaken, and his eyes suddenly shot out with a frightening light.
Murong Qiu Zui said proudly: "Murong could trick Deng Zuyang into committing suicide with just a few words. Then the fool still thinks that he calls a scholar a bosom friend, hehe... fools are always everywhere, but his officials
He was really too young, and it would be unpleasant to kill him. The late emperor and the prince... Haha, he helped the officials plan to frame the late emperor and killed a dignified prince with his own hands. How many people in the past and present have had such an honor as Murong?
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As soon as the knife was pulled out, blood spurted out. Zhao Dezhao shouted angrily and reached out to grab Murong Qiuzui. Murong Qiuzui had already flown away the moment the steel knife was pulled out, and flashed towards the man not far in front of the tent like a streak of light.
Those guards.
The play must be made more realistic so that it can be hidden from the eyes and ears of others. Now there are calls for arresting assassins in the army. If Zhao Dezhao and the few guards in front of the camp are killed, this public case will be
There is no doubt anymore, how perfect!
In the darkness, Deng Xiuer's body was shaking like a dead leaf in the wind, and tears had blurred her eyes...
Zhao Guangyi was retreating to Pan Mei's camp. Pan Mei was the best general in the Song Dynasty who was good at attacking. This was a word of praise from his eldest brother during his lifetime. Although Zhao Guangyi killed his eldest brother, his awe and admiration for him never
He was shaken. He believed what his elder brother said. As long as he reached Pan Mei's camp, he believed that this team that was not afraid of death would be able to withstand him no matter how hard it was.
But what he didn't expect was that those enemies paved the way with their lives, and the speed at which they broke through the barriers was not much slower than the speed at which he retreated to Pan Mei's camp. Some were fighting in a melee, some were shooting arrows at random, and there were countless people in the heavy fog.
Swords, guns, swords and halberds loomed and appeared, making it difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. The tragic screams kept ringing out. The enemy army was like a ghost, always biting behind him. Zhao Guangyi's footsteps, which were still pretending to be reserved, finally
Faster and faster.
There were screams of killing. Li Hanqiong's soldiers and horses in the front camp, and the forbidden troops in the camp who were forced to return after breaking the formation, were scurrying around like headless flies in the fog, looking for the whereabouts of the emperor. The separated dead soldiers of the Han Dynasty fought on their own.
Not always will a monster appear out of the fog, covered in blood and even cut off with arms and legs missing, and attack the enemy in front of him with his weapons and teeth.
The dead soldiers of the Han army in the brigade followed closely behind Liu Jiye, who was covered with gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and arrow wounds. They just moved forward without caring. Where they passed, the corpses of the Song army were entangled with their corpses.
, but you can easily distinguish the corpses of the Han army. They all camped with their backs to the emperor and died facing Pan Mei's camp.
They had swords, stabbing knives, and broken spears stuck in their bodies, but their fatal wounds only came from the front. None of these Han soldiers deserted, even though they were the humblest pawns, whether they were alive or dead,
No one will remember their names, but at this moment, their bravery is enough to shake the world.
Pan Mei was leading the troops towards the emperor's camp. Although it was definitely not a good idea to send reinforcements in the fog, he had no better choice.
Even if he defended the military camp and all the soldiers were unscathed, if the emperor died on the battlefield, the Song Dynasty would be considered a failure. Therefore, when he stabilized the internal situation and eliminated Yang Hao who broke into the camp and chopped and killed everywhere, refusing to retreat.
After his troops broke out, he immediately ordered his lieutenants to guard the formation, and he led a team of troops to rush to the emperor's rescue vehicle.
Their people and the emperor's guards met in the heavy fog. The moment they met, the guards who were frightened by the dead soldiers of the Han army subconsciously rushed forward to fight with the sudden encounter. Fortunately, Pan Mei's
The people shouted their identities all the way, and although the Forbidden Soldiers were panicked, they could still hear what they were shouting clearly.
Seeing Zhao Guangyi, Pan Mei's heart immediately returned to her stomach. Without saying a word, he helped Zhao Guangyi and walked away. Zhao Guangyi was overjoyed at first, but when he saw his behavior, he couldn't help but became furious and shouted: "I am not too old to bear it."
, what can I do? Go quickly and destroy the rebels."
Pan Mei held the knife and still supported Zhao Guangyi, walking quickly, and said very calmly: "The enemy has no way out, and your Majesty must not make any mistakes. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that your Majesty will make mistakes. If you don't place your majesty properly, I will die."
Not good at taking a step away."
Although Zhao Guangyi was sobbing with anger, he felt very comfortable after hearing Pan Mei's words, so he stopped struggling and took the initiative to retreat with him. The guards on the left and right followed closely. This put pressure on the dead soldiers led by Liu Jiye.
Greatly reduced, the speed of charging is faster.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Liu Jiye roared like an angry lion. He had rich experience in battles. Although he suffered many injuries, he could always avoid the vital points in critical moments, so the injuries were many but not serious. However, he continued to kill like this because of the excessive blood loss.
Although the injuries were not fatal, he was exhausted and dizzy. Now he just instinctively rushed forward with his strong will, rushing straight forward, and his mind had become blurred.
There were only more than a hundred soldiers left behind him, such as Ru Chan. All of these soldiers were wounded and out of breath. They just instinctively followed their generals. When Pan Mei supported Zhao Guangyi, he quickly turned around.
When he was retreating to the main camp, Liu Jiye was blocked by a group of forbidden troops for a moment. After he killed the group of forbidden troops, he could no longer tell where Zhao Guangyi was going. He continued to rush forward, blood smeared all over the ground...
Yang Hao and Cao Yuguang were walking towards Pan Mei's military camp at this time. Cao Yuguang was walking in front, shouting nervously as he walked: "Where is General Pan Mei? Cao Yuguang, the best martial arts master, is here. The officers and soldiers in the camp must not be accidentally injured."
Pan Mei was an experienced general. Yang Hao saw that someone was deliberately provoking a melee among the battalions. Pan Mei also noticed it. However, the soldiers who had already fallen into the melee could not be comforted in any way. The only way he could
What he did was to mobilize his elite troops to defend the camp. The chaos in the camp was subsided during the battle. Once the crazed rebels were eliminated, he immediately rushed to the emperor's camp.
Although Yang Hao deliberately delayed time and tried his best to create opportunities for the unknown assassins at the emperor's camp, he could not drag it out indefinitely. When Pan Mei showed signs of controlling the situation, Yang Hao made a prompt decision.
, he was lucky enough to "find" the musician immediately, restrained the troops and horses of his headquarters with the sound of Ming Jin's command, and then asked Cao Yuguang to lead him to communicate with Pan Mei about the situation.
Yang Hao was protected by the guards with shields in the middle. There was another Cao Yuguang standing in front of him. He was walking forward cautiously when a man like a bloody gourd suddenly appeared in the fog, holding a broken gun in his hand.
With a roar, he was stabbed in the face. Cao Yuguang had been careful for fear of being accidentally killed. When he saw someone breaking out, he couldn't help but let out a strange scream, and a rolling gourd dodged away. The crazy bloody man didn't care about him.
Carrying the broken spear and continuing to charge forward, Yang Hao and his two guards raised their big shields and swung away the man's broken spear. Yang Hao then jumped forward and pierced the bloody man's shoulder with one sword, and flew up again.
Kicked him to the ground.
The man's strength had long been exhausted, and he was at the end of his strength. When he fell, all the strength in his body seemed to have been taken away, and he could no longer get up. At this time, several more people covered in blood rushed out of the mist.
When they came out, Yang Hao's guards rushed to meet them without waiting for instructions. They fought with them with a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.
Yang Hao leapt forward, stretched out his foot to put a foot on the right shoulder of the man on the ground, and stabbed downwards with the sword in his hand. However, when his lightning-pursuing sword barely reached the bloody man's throat, he suddenly stopped abruptly.
, the sword force paused, because the force was too fast, the sword blade clanked with a dragon's roar, and the dragon's roar continued, Yang Hao stared at the person he stepped on in shock, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Liu Jiye! This man is actually Liu Jiye!
Liu Jiye was a hero he was already familiar with in his previous life. In this world, even if he only saw him once, he would clearly remember his appearance. What's more, he had seen Liu Jiye in the secret room several times and wanted to convince him.
He surrendered to himself, how could he not recognize his appearance?
Yang Hao stood there in shock. Cao Yuguang got up and came forward in shock: "Shuai Yang, he... who are they? These military uniforms... ah! They are actually Han troops?"
"Yes, he is... Han Jun!"
Yang Hao said and drew out his sword. The sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, and he suddenly thrust it forward. Cao Yuguang never expected that Yang Hao would suddenly attack him. When the sword passed through his chest, Cao Yuguang still had an expression of disbelief on his face.
Yang Hao pulled out his sword with a whoosh, Cao Yuguang pointed at Yang Hao, and finally collapsed on the ground. There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and blood foam slowly seeped out from the corners of his mouth. When the charm in his eyes gradually dissipated, he
Still full of doubts: "Why...why did he want to kill me?"
"The Chinese army was attacked, Chitose died, Chitose died."
A small colonel who rushed to the Chinese army in panic to report the death of Vice General Gao Yin was horrified to find people lying on the ground in front of the Chinese army's tent. Zhao Dezhao was among them. Not only the deputy general was dead, but also the chief general was dead. This was really a shock.
Terrified, he immediately screamed.
More and more people came after hearing the news, and the military officers who gathered in front of the dead body turned pale and remained silent. If the deputy general Gao Yin died, he would be dead. An earthen jar would be broken from the mouth of a well, and a general would inevitably die in front of the battle line. But
... But Zhao Dezhao is a prince, a prince, and the late emperor. If he dies, how can the officials be willing to let him go?
"What happened? What happened?"
Murong Qiu Zui stumbled in. Judging from his current appearance, he looked like an old man who didn't know martial arts.
"Chitose! Chitose!"
When Murong Qiuzui saw Zhao Dezhao's lifeless look, he couldn't help but rush up to hug him, beat his chest and cry loudly. Murong Qiuzui cried loudly, but the commanders and commanders looked better. No matter what, the military supervisor finally managed to
He is still alive, but the general and deputy generals are dead. The biggest official in the camp is Murong Supervisor. With him carrying the thunderous wrath of the official family, things are much better for us junior officials.
All the generals were thinking about their own thoughts. Murong Qiuzui was caressing the corpse and crying bitterly, while also thinking secretly: "It's a pity that we couldn't find a few assassin corpses and dumped them here. It's not perfect after all. I don't know. I'll have to send all these people out tomorrow."
On the battlefield, if you borrow the sword of the Han army in Jinyang and kill them, then you will be safe..."
Just as he thought of this, a huge pain suddenly spread through his body like a tide. He wanted to stand up, but his legs suddenly lost all strength. His eyes slowly moved from Zhao Dezhao to his chest.
, on his chest, there was a sword blade more than a foot long, and blood was dripping down drop by drop on Zhao Dezhao's body along the sword blade.
"Who are you? Catch him!"
The surrounding Song troops watched helplessly as one of their soldiers pulled out his sword very neatly and stabbed it into the back of Murong Qiuzui, who was squatting there and crying without hesitation. They almost went crazy watching:
What is going on today? They have never fought such a stupid battle in their lives, let alone seen such a weird thing.
They immediately drew their swords and surrounded the crazy soldier. The soldiers behind also raised their spears and spears in response.
The soldier who pierced Murong Qiuzui's chest with his sword still stood there quietly. He turned a blind eye to the swords and guns that surrounded him, and just lowered his head and looked at Murong Qiuzui quietly.
Murong Qiuzui hunched over and slowly fell down next to Zhao Dezhao like a shrimp. He raised his head with difficulty. When he saw the handsome soldier in front of him, he also had a blank look on his face, just like when he killed Gao Dezhao.
When Yin and Zhao Dezhao met, the expression they showed towards him was: Why did he want to kill me?"
The soldier stared at him quietly and suddenly smiled. The smile was actually very charming. Then he gently raised his hand. As soon as he raised his hand, the generals and soldiers surrounding him immediately took a step back warily, holding the
The sword and gun were clenched tighter.
The soldier reached out and took off his tasseled hat and threw it on the ground. Then he tore apart the cloth that bound his hair, letting the long hair fall down. Then, he stood up straight, gathered his hair, and wiped his forehead.
Muhen's movements were very elegant and very feminine. The Song Army soldiers who were watching his movements quietly suddenly realized that the soldier in front of them was a woman.
People with long hair are not necessarily women, and people with such handsome features are not necessarily women. However, the person in front of them, they have already determined almost intuitively: He... is a woman, he must be a woman."
"Master Murong, you don't recognize me, do you?"
Murong Qiuzui closed his lips slightly. He wanted to speak, but no sound came out. His pupils were gradually dilating. He looked at the soldier standing upright in front of him. His figure seemed to be like mist.
They gathered and dispersed, but Murong Qiuzui could still hear his voice clearly, although it sounded far away and near at times.