Song Zheng smiled with satisfaction, caressed the palm that had just crushed Chen Ziyi to death, and said: "Fighting all the way to Beijing, it is inevitable that there will be some violence, which will make you laugh."
"How dare you? Your Excellency is so kind."
"Chen Ziyi has thirty-six major and minor crimes, and he will be placed on your desk within three days."
Song Zheng smiled slightly: "No need, tell the world that I don't like Chen Ziyi, so I will kill him at will."
Everyone looked at each other, but Lu Wanmin laughed loudly: "What you are saying is that we, Long Yiwei, need so many red tapes to handle things? In this critical period, we must tell the world that we, Long Yiwei, are still cruel and unreasonable. Let's see who doesn't."
If it pleases your eyes, I’ll kill you!”
Everyone was suddenly stunned and nodded repeatedly, feeling secretly cold in their hearts: I am afraid that the new commander had already planned to kill people to establish his authority on the way to Beijing. Chen Ziyi and Wan Kehao collided stupidly, their status and strength were enough.
, just in time to cut down the flag for sacrifice.
Sixty or seventy people were leading the way, hurriedly scrambling for fear of losing an opportunity to become the adults' lackeys.
Song Zheng and his ancestors followed and arrived outside Tiying outside the capital city.
"Wan Kehao has been living in Ti Camp these days." Lu Wanmin whispered: "The three thousand people in Ti Camp in the capital are all direct descendants trained by him."
The ancestor is reminding you, if you take action here, you may force Wan Kehao to rebel.
Song Zheng nodded nonchalantly, looked at the stern Tiying military camp, and asked: "Is there any of you who is familiar with Wan Kehao? Can you inform me?"
This is heartbreaking. Song Zheng is Wan Kehao's superior officer, but he wants to see Wan Kehao but he still has to "report"?
Above the military camp, the sentry towers, arrow forts, Juma and other places are all heavily guarded. In the position of the Chinese army's tent, there is even a strange formation of light rising, giving the appearance of a future war.
Everyone's eyes were all focused on Chariot Qianhu Fan Baiyong. This guy was startled and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not me, it's really not me."
He met Song Zheng's gaze and felt a chill. He was so frightened that his knees weakened and he knelt on the ground with a plop and kowtowed repeatedly: "My lord, you are wronged! It's really not me who leaked the news!"
Wan Kehao put on such a posture, it was obvious that he already knew that Song Zheng was in the general administration's yamen and killed Chen Ziyi without teaching him.
Song Zheng had raised a spiritual formation to isolate the inside and outside, but the news still got out. Who leaked the news? It certainly seemed that it was Qianhu Fan Baiyong, the closest chariot and horseman to Wan Kehao on weekdays.
Chema Qianhu is responsible for all the purchasing work of Long Yi Guard. To put it bluntly, he is the person responsible for the entire "logistics" of Long Yi Guard.
There are many opportunities for someone to be greedy in this position. Naturally, he has to have a good relationship with Wuyi Qianhu, and naturally he also has a good relationship with Wan Kehao.
Song Zheng actually changed his mind and knew that this matter had nothing to do with Fan Baiyong.
How stupid does Fan Bai have to be to take the initiative to kill himself at this time? Wan Kehao knows the news, and he is the biggest suspect.
But Song Zheng still said: "Go and ask for the camp gate to be opened."
"Sir..." Fan Baiyong was about to cry, and Song Zheng narrowed his eyes, feeling as cold as a mountain. Fan Baiyong did not dare to say any more, and he got up and walked to the military camp tremblingly.
…
In the large tent of the Central Army in Camp Ti, Wan Kehao and a few of his confidants, plus three thousand households in the camp, and a dozen or so useful hundred households gathered together, and everyone looked nervous.
After all, Song Zheng is the commander and the number one person in the Long Yi Guard. It is not easy for everyone to confront his immediate superior.
But Wan Kehao was sitting on a tiger-skin chair, looking calm and without any panic.
"Song Zheng's son." He spoke slowly. Under his years of power, he had a natural sense of calmness when he spoke. The noisy Chinese army's tent immediately fell silent. It seemed that as long as he was around, the generals would be calm.
I don't feel panicked.
"Master Xiao is generous and has indulged him for too long. He has no one to control him in Jiangnan, and he has developed this arrogant and wanton temper. Huh, but this is the capital, not his Jiangnan, and he still thinks that he is the emperor of the country? Ridiculous!
Here are the chief ministers and the queen mother! They are all powerful people who govern the country. There are also laws and rules of the imperial court. He kills people at will and thinks that the imperial envoy can't do anything to him? Just wait, he will soon see the strictness of the imperial court.
Law!
I have sent someone to inform the Chief Assistant about this matter, and the Chief Assistant will take action soon. He doesn’t have a strong person who can control the country, so what can he do to compete with the Chief Assistant Daren?"
Everyone present was his confidant, and they all knew that Wan Kehao's backer was the Chief Assistant. Hearing what he said, they all breathed a sigh of relief: "This puts us at ease. If we hold on for a moment, Song Zheng will surely die."
Wan Kehao smiled heartily: "This sentence is correct! The Chief Assistant has always wanted to deal with Song Zheng, but there is no excuse. Song Zheng's disregard of the king's law is the best excuse. Everyone, please join us.
Wait and see, Song Zheng will be dead within three days. Now, if we close the door tightly and let him be arrogant for a while, I will not believe it. He dares to attack with an army under the emperor's feet?"
"Hahaha!" All the generals laughed together.
At this moment, a primary school student came in quickly, knelt down and reported: "Sir, there is someone at the back door holding a post with the name of the chief minister, asking to see you."
Wan Kehao smiled: "Look, everyone, reinforcements from Lord Chief Assistant are here. Now, even if that arrogant boy Song Zheng really comes in, we don't have to worry."
The generals nodded repeatedly. The Chief Assistant is a Wenxiu Zhenguo, which is more advanced than ordinary Zhenguo. As long as the Chief Assistant takes action, no matter how many methods Song Zheng has, the best outcome is to be suppressed. Shenzhi may be beaten on the spot.
kill!
"Let's go and meet this gentleman with me."
The generals followed him and went to the back door of the barracks together. At this time, the chief assistant must hold his thick thigh firmly.
…
Outside the main gate, Fan Baiyong stood tremblingly outside the shooting range of the disaster-level combat weapon "Bengtian Crossbow" on the guard tower of the camp gate, not daring to take another step forward.
He shouted at the top of his voice: "Sir Wan, the commander is here. Please open the camp gate and come out to greet us."
In the military camp, every captain received the order. They stood in their respective positions, held the standard magic weapon in their hands, and looked coldly at Fan Baiyong below.
Fan Baiyong shouted, but there was no response, and he became anxious: "Master Wan, it's me, Fan Baiyong. No matter what misunderstanding there is between you, we are all Longyi Guards, please come out for a while,
Speak clearly."
There was still no response from the military camp.
Cold sweat broke out on Fan Baiyong's head. He looked back cautiously and saw Master Song unmoving. From a distance, he looked like a god, lofty and profound, awe-inspiring and inviolable.
He trembled, knowing that he was also at a critical moment of life and death, so he gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward, shouting: "Wan Kehao..."
Boom
There was a loud sound on the sentry tower, as the calamity-level battle weapon Bentian Crossbow was activated mercilessly, and a stream of light went straight to Fan Baiyong's chest at a speed that was almost impossible to dodge!
Fan Baiyong cursed in his heart, tens of millions of yuan in jade in the past have been fed to dogs, Wan Kehao, you actually killed him!
But he didn't dare to escape. He originally wanted to use this action to show that he and Wan Kehao had no collusion. He cursed angrily: "Wan Kehao, you son of a bitch!"
"ah!"
A ninth-level magic weapon flew out of his body. It was a bronze mirror with complicated and clumsy patterns, and the light shone in front of him.
However, the ninth-level magical weapon could not stop the weapon. With a pop, the stream of light shot out from the Heaven-Bending Crossbow penetrated his protective magical weapon and passed through his chest.
He screamed, and was carried backwards by the arrow, falling heavily to the ground. There was a transparent hole in his chest, and he could even see his beating heart!
"I'm going to fuck your mother Wan Kehao, and you're going to die a good death, you thief!" He cursed loudly. In the military camp, a man from Baihu rose up in the sky, looked at Fan Baiyong outside the camp with a sneer, and stretched out his hand to the empty space.
Holding his hand, a strange big bow appeared out of thin air in his hand. He opened the big bow, and the golden light gathered and condensed into a special long arrow.
"Ding Yuanfeng, do you really want to kill me?" Fan Baiyong was so frightened that he couldn't care less about his injuries. He rolled back and shouted: "Sir, help me..."
He used to be very close to Wan Kehao, and he knew that Wan Kehao had many elite soldiers and generals. Although Ding Yuanfeng was only a member of a hundred households, he was the number one general under Wan Kehao, just because he had followed Wan Kehao for a long time.
It hasn't been long enough, and it hasn't done enough credit, and now it ranks among the top 100 households.
He is in the early stage of Xuantong Realm, and the "Sun Chasing Arrow" in his hand is famous in the capital. The Sky-breaking Crossbow is powerful, but has a limited range. It is a combat tool used to defend the city.
But the Sun-Chasing Arrow is a second-level spiritual treasure that can explode a person's head from a hundred miles away.
Over the years, Fan Baiyong has been thinking about how to be greedy for ink. He is not practicing diligently and is only in the middle stage of Fate Realm. How can he block this arrow? He can't even escape. He wants to take advantage of Heti Camp.
He was injured in the conflict to celebrate his "suspect", but he had embezzled a large amount of money for so many years and still wanted to stay alive to enjoy it. Of course he did not want to be shot to death with an arrow.
Song Zheng remained unmoved. Qi Bingchen stepped forward, reached out and caught the arrow in his hand.
The second-level spiritual treasure is truly extraordinary. The arrows condensed with golden light are full of spirituality, twisting at his fingertips like living creatures, trying to escape.
The peak ancestor squeezed hard, and the golden light shattered with a ping sound.
A flash of anger flashed in Ding Yuanfeng's eyes, he drew his bow again and pointed at Qi Bingchen.
Qi Bingchen was furious and asked for his order: "Sir, please allow me to kill the camp and bring the head of Wan Kehao to see you!" Song Zheng nodded, and just as he was about to agree, a voice sounded from the camp: "Song Zheng, don't you think this is the case?
No one in the capital can control you? First kill thousands of households in black clothes, and then flatten Tiying in the capital!"
A powerful aura hit his face, but it was not from Zhen Guo, but from the pinnacle ancestor.
Qi Bingchen and Lu Wanmin frowned, and Sun Bianfei moved uneasily from behind.