The royal family has the power of life and death, and the powerful can kill people with just one kill.
But when he saw the legendary scene, Tian Cheng only found it funny.
The men, women, and children standing in front of them are all jewels and jewels, but if these jewels are stripped away, they are just a group of chickens with their hair shed.
The broiler was holding the knife. How could this scene not make Tian Cheng burst into tears with laughter?
"Your Majesty." He raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "My status is not as good as yours, but you are really not as good as me in fighting, you see."
He gave careful instructions.
"You should have said this earlier. You are the prince after all. A command will summon some soldiers and horses, and the people will follow you, so there will be more people."
He raised his hand and pointed to the city in the distance.
"The most important thing is to have a high and thick city wall, so that you can hold on for a day or two, and it can be considered as if you are fighting against the enemy."
King Zhao was neither angry nor embarrassed about his ridicule and humiliation.
"The people in the city are not willing to fight with you." King Zhao muttered.
Tian Cheng looked around, surprised and pleased: "Are we so loved? The people in Yizhou are pretty good."
The soldier who escorted King Zhao out glared at King Zhao fiercely and complimented: "Yes, General, no one said a word to Yizhou City when we entered and left."
King Zhao shook his head: "It's not necessary. This has nothing to do with them. It's my father's inability to govern the world that caused today's disaster. You are here for me. This is a matter between you and me. You kill me or I
If I kill you, this matter will be settled."
Tian Cheng laughed again: "Your Majesty is really good at telling jokes."
King Zhao said: "Okay, don't gossip, let's get started."
After he said that, he held the knife and rushed towards Tian Cheng with a loud shout.
The family members behind him also rushed after him.
The woman's elongated screams, the children's crisp shouts, and the pampered men's roars made the place noisy.
The military formation remained motionless, Tian Cheng leaned on the armrest and smiled. When King Zhao rushed in front of him, the soldiers on the side waved their spears, and King Zhao, who was running with trembling flesh, fell down with a sound.
The soldier's spear fell on his head the next moment.
"Don't kill him." Tian Cheng stopped him with a smile, and raised his chin to the people rushing behind King Zhao, "Kill them first."
After he finished speaking, he paused, his voice and smile were ferocious.
"Kill slowly. Since you want to fight me, give them a chance."
The soldiers on both sides responded in unison and faced the rushing group of men, women and children. It was probably the first time they had fought with such people, and they seemed a little unfamiliar. With a swing of their long swords, the one who hit the neck was not a fair and beautiful young man.
But his arm.
The arm was immediately chopped off.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the young man screamed and fell to the ground. He was wearing gold-woven clothes and the gold and jade accessories he was wearing were immediately dyed red.
This shout frightened another soldier. The weapon in his hand trembled. Instead of piercing the beautiful concubine who rushed towards him, it pierced her exquisite skirt. Half of the skirt was torn off, revealing the smooth, white and tender long skirt.
There are also three gold rings on the legs and ankles.
Concubine Ji screamed.
Tian Cheng couldn't bear to look directly at him and looked back at Prince Zhao who was lying on the ground: "Your Majesty, you haven't seen anyone kill someone before. Look, how scary it is."
King Zhao propped up his fat body and did not look back. It seemed that he could not hear the screams of his family. He held the knife and rushed towards Tian Cheng again.
With a clang, Tian Cheng held the long sword and blocked King Zhao's sword.
King Zhao pushed the knife forward with all his strength, but the knife did not move at all. His foot left a deep mark on the ground.
Tian Cheng sat on the chair and gently waved the knife with one hand.
With a clang, King Zhao's sword flew out, and King Zhao lost his strength and fell to his knees again.
Tian Cheng's knife still did not fall on him.
"Your Highness, since you like to fight, I will play with you as much as you want." He smiled sinisterly, "Let you watch as much as you want."
The shouts of killing have been replaced by cries and screams. The sound of swords and guns piercing flesh and the tearing of brocade clothes continued. King Zhao who fell to the ground felt something hit his back. It was a broken arm, and the hand on his wrist was
Four or five gold, silver, jade and gemstone bracelets jingled.
This is not a battle, this is a massacre.
Those who can be killed with one knife must be killed with ten or twenty knives. Instead of directly killing them, they should be made to scream and roll over.
King Zhao got up from the ground and stumbled to grab the flying knife again.
"Kill!" he shouted, charging towards Tian Cheng again.
Still not looking at the murdered relatives and the messy stumps, there was no fear, grief or anger on their faces.
Tian Chengzhen was a little surprised. These royal family and nobles were both as he expected and beyond his expectation.
He raised his hand to meet King Zhao's blow: "How can the prince be so ruthless?"
King Zhao held the knife and held his breath and moved forward with force: "This is not ruthless, this is expected. We are all ready. We have brought our favorite clothes and jewelry, and enough gold and silver jewelry. We have brought them all on the way to Huangquan.
No worries.”
It turns out that the gold and silver jewelry that these gorgeous people wore with all their might were used for burials.
Tian Cheng's expression became strange: "Is there something wrong with you? No wonder the emperor doesn't like you."
As soon as he raised his hand, King Zhao's sword was knocked away again.
"It's so pathetic, you should kill yourself."
It's really merciful to commit suicide now. You don't have to watch your loved ones being tortured and murdered, and you don't have to wait until you are tortured and murdered and you can't commit suicide even if you want to.
King Zhao stumbled and grabbed the knife again, but did not cut his own neck as Tian Cheng thought.
"No need, no need. Why commit suicide when you can live well." He breathlessly said his mantra, holding the knife in front of him, "Either I kill you, or you kill me."
He yelled and slashed with his knife.
Tian Cheng was still smiling sadly, but his eyebrows were a little annoyed. He stood up and swung the long knife. This time, not only King Dao Zhao's fat body also fell out.
The swords were thrown at him several times. King Zhao's old but still delicate hands were full of blood, and his body was stained with blood and soil. This time he was thrown out and his fat body hit the ground as if he had been beaten by random fists.
Panting heavily, he pushed himself up bit by bit. Without reaching for his own knife, he casually picked up the knife that one of his relatives had dropped on the ground. He got up, jumped over the rolling relatives on the ground, and rushed toward Tian Cheng.
"Come on." Tian Cheng stood in front of the tiger leather chair, holding a long knife, and shouted, "I will help you!"
The long sword and the short sword met again, and King Zhao and the short sword flew out again and fell to the ground.
I don’t know if the fall was too hard this time, and the ground started to tremble.
Tian Cheng frowned slightly, and the soldiers and horses standing solemnly behind him became commotion.
"Enemy attack!"
"There is an enemy attack!"
Enemy attack? Tian Cheng looked back and saw that the standing formation of soldiers and horses had changed, spread out and expanded, and in the distance the thunderous hoofs of horses broke through the sky.
"Sun Zhe is a loser!" Tian Cheng scolded, his face slightly changed. He would not take it easy just because there were three thousand soldiers and horses at his side. He was a thoughtful and sensitive person.
Sun Zhe had tens of thousands of troops stationed outside.
Whoever underestimates Sun Zhe, who can defeat tens of thousands of troops, is a fool.
"kill!"
A hoarse and weak shout came.
Tian Cheng impatiently flipped the long knife in his hand and said, "Go to hell!"
King Zhao, who had just rushed towards him, screamed and fell backwards, the knife in his hand flying up.
The sound of killing shook the sky.
It drowned out the previous screams and cries.
The two soldiers squatting on the city wall, burying their heads in their knees and shivering all over, raised their heads, with surprise on their pale, tearful faces. They leaned forward and looked outside...
"The fight started!"
"The fight started!"
Shouts came from the city wall, and the three soldiers squatting under the city gate and guarding the door with swords and guns raised their heads.
"Stop watching." One of the elders looked sad, "Just let the prince go in a dignified way, we won't watch."
The two soldiers on the city wall shook their heads anxiously and stammered: "No, no, reinforcements. There are reinforcements. There is a fight outside!"
The three squatting soldiers stood up quickly, and at the same time, the people gathered on the street heard the sound and rushed over.
"What's the sound outside?"
"What happened?"
They asked one after another.
The three soldiers guarded the door hurriedly and nervously: "Don't come over. You can only open the door when someone calls from outside."
But the killing sound was so loud that the door seemed to be shattered. The two soldiers on the city wall were no longer squatting. They stood up and watched, their expressions changing from nervous and uneasy, to frightened, to excited and excited...
...
Fan Yang's army formed a formation.
Fan Yangjun fought with the opponent's army.
Fan Yangjun began to retreat.
Fan Yang's army began to collapse.
When they saw Fan Yang's soldiers fleeing in the wilderness, and when they saw the group of soldiers and horses tearing apart their prey like tigers, the two guards on the city wall couldn't help raising their hands and shouting.
The next moment they stopped again, and saw a black shadow jumping out of the separated tigers, followed by another black shadow, and the black shadow was also holding a black umbrella...
What is that, something?
...
...
The ground was littered with torn corpses, covered with jewels, gold, silver and gorgeous clothes, like a beautifully crafted and ornate carpet, which was strangely dazzling in the sunlight.
Li Minglou tightened his grip on the reins, and his eyes under his mask searched inch by inch for pieces of flesh and blood and stumps of limbs.
"Over there." Fang Er pointed.
In the bloodstained scene, the prince's dress is very clear, and the long knife stuck on the dress is also very clear.
Li Minglou swayed, jumped off his horse, and galloped towards this side, followed closely by Fang Er.
The obese man lay on his back in the blood, covered in blood, only his face was white.
Dead?
Li Minglou suddenly did not dare to move forward: "Your Highness, Your Highness!"
Fang Er stepped over, reached out and pulled out the long knife from the man's body and shouted: "Miss, the long knife is stuck in the side of the waist!"
Along with his movements, the blood-stained King Zhao let out a sigh of relief, his body trembled and he opened his eyes.
"It hurts even if it's stuck on the waist." He said hoarsely, "You, please slow down."
Li Minglou still didn't come forward. His feet seemed to be stuck in the blood. He covered his face with his hands and bent down slightly.