(Not only COS Wu Zhenyu, but also Godfather, the 60s and 70s, a series of great, I love... PS: There is no surname Yang in the Eight Generals, I made a mistake yesterday, thank you for reminding me.)
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Yang siege, one of the eight generals.
Eight generals, eight famous generals, seems to be a very simple statement, but when these three words are used together, they have a completely different meaning. Everyone knows that this refers to the eight masters privately kept in the second prince's palace. These eight masters have been following the second prince all the time, and they are one of the most powerful strengths of the second prince in terms of force.
During the struggle between Fan Xian and the second prince the year before last, it was these eight generals who kept Fan Xian in the tea shop outside Baoyue Tower. Although they did not stay in the end, they still left a deep impression on Fan Xian. impression.
It is indeed eight masters.
Outside the capital, after the trial of the case closely related to Baoyuelou and Fan Sizhe, Fan Xian made an awe-inspiring move to break Xie Bi'an's soul, which also caused the problem of true energy in his body. This is one of them.
Beside the Yushan Road, in the autumn rain, six killers from the Overwatch Council attacked and killed Fan Wujiu with an iron rod, which shocked Fan Wujiu, causing him to leave after the incident regardless of the second prince's persuasion. This is the second.
After that small-scale struggle that was not announced to the world, there were only six generals left in the second prince's eight families. Today the second prince was a guest at Baoyue Tower. He was confident that Fan Xian would not dare to do anything to him. In order to appear as dedicated as Jiyue, he did not take anyone with him, and the remaining six and eight generals were also sent back.
Yang Gongcheng is one of them. On such a night when he looked up at the snow and the clouds covered the moon, he was blocked by a group of men in black and cut off his retreat.
The daytime was clear, and the snow on the eaves beside the alley turned into water and dripped down. The alley was damp and cold. At night, the water droplets gradually decreased, and gradually condensed into ice thorns, but there was still a drop of water gathered in the The tip of the ice thorn is about to drip.
Yang Gongcheng narrowed his eyes and pupils, and pulled out the saber at his waist with his backhand. With his toes on the ground, his whole body was already swept up, and he slashed at the ice thorns under the eaves with his sword.
The ice spike broke from it with a chirping sound, turning into a sharp light and piercing towards the man in black in front of him.
And Yang Gongcheng then stepped on the shoulders of his two companions with one foot, and pointed them at the men in black who attacked on both sides.
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He knew that this was a sniper killing, a sniper killing that had been planned against him for a long time, and the other party had found out his daily walking route, and only then could he block himself in the alley just right.
But he didn't want to die, so he would rather sacrifice his two companions or apprentices, and let them act as sandbags against the weapons, so that he could have time to escape.
It was fleeing, not resisting. Yang Siege had already lost his vigor at this time. Few people dared to set up an ambush in the capital to kill people, and the only one who had a grudge against the second prince was that person.
The person that person sent to kill him was not something he could resist.
It has to be said that Yang Siege deserves to be the second prince's close personal general, and his reaction speed and coping method are both a temporary choice. When he took half of the ice spike with his true strength, he had already swept into the air.
It only takes a moment for him to step onto the alley and escape into the night sky.
It's a pity that the sniper didn't give him this moment, a crossbow arrow flew over, flew over silently, and pierced his chest.
Yang Gongcheng snorted, flipped his wrist, and slashed down, chopping off the crossbow arrow in a flash.
However, since the crossbow arrows were fired, there was naturally more than one arrow.
Whoosh, whoosh, more than a dozen crossbow arrows were fired at the same time, how could he stop him in mid-air? Although relying on a high level of cultivation to avoid forceful blocking to shoot a few crossbow arrows at the vital parts, the few crossbow arrows that slipped through the net were still deeply pierced into the thigh.
Yang Gongcheng's legs were in pain and numbness, his eyes were about to burst, and he fell from mid-air in despair.
He only had time to jump out of the alley for a moment. In this moment, he saw seven crossbowmen standing at the corners of the houses in the alley. They were in different directions, but they completely blocked the sky above.
There are assassins on the bottom and crossbowmen on the top. It is a net of heaven and earth, how can we avoid it
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Yang Gongcheng wanted to scream for help during the fall, but out of the corner of his eye, he found that the man in black in the alley also took out a crossbow arrow from his arms... an oncoming crossbow arrow shot into his mouth, and blood spattered , forcing his screaming back!
At this moment, he was thinking desperately, why did the other party use so many hard crossbows to deal with such a small person like himself? Too dense a crossbow attack, so that he was in mid-air, with dozens of crossbow arrows shot on his body, looking ridiculous like a hedgehog.
With a slap, Yang Gongcheng's body fell into the snow water, causing a puddle of blood. However, his cultivation base is really superb. After suffering such a serious injury, he didn't die for a while, and knelt on the ground with one knee. With the sword on the ground, looking at the leader of the man in black who was getting closer and closer to him, there was a hint of panic and ferocity in his pupils before the death of a beast.
Yes, he was a master, but a master who was ambushed with dozens of hard crossbows had nothing to do, unless he was Ye Liuyun.
Blood flowed down the densely dotted arrow shafts all over his body, exuding his energy and blood. Yang Siege made a hoo hoo in his throat, but he refused to collapse.
The leader of the men in black walked up to him, and pulled out the straight knife at his waist with his backhand. The blade was as bright as snow and free from dust.
Most of the icicles on the eaves of the alley have been cut off, leaving only a few solitary icicles, and the snow water that has accumulated for a long time has finally merged into a large round water drop, dripping down, dripping In the bloody water in the alley, there was a soft sound.
The leader of the man in black drew his sword, silently cut it down, and chopped off Yang Siege's head with one blow, cleanly.
Yang Gongcheng's headless body was still kneeling.
The leader of the man in black waved his hand, and the crossbowman standing on the house turned over and fell to the ground. The snipers in the alley stepped forward silently, took away all the crossbow bolts, and then wiped out the traces in the alley.
A group of people took off their black clothes, dressed up as ordinary people, left the alley, and merged into the seemingly eternal life in Kyoto.
The alley was quiet, as if no one had been there before, but there were three more corpses. The headless corpse was not supported by the crossbow arrows around it, and finally fell down, making a muffled sound in the alley.
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"I never imagined that crossbow arrows could be so terrifying." Fan Xian raised his glass and drank slowly, his eyes full of bewilderment, "My lords also know that our Overwatch Council is also used to using crossbow arrows." , but I still didn't expect that when a murderous thing becomes more numerous, it will become so terrifying."
At the banquet in Baoyue Tower, everyone quietly listened to Fan Xian's narration, which was the details of the sniping in the valley. People could hear the gloomy and cold in Fan Xian's words.
Fan Xian put the wine glass on the table, smiled and said: "I have never seen the rain of crossbows in the sky, and I think I have never seen it in the previous life... This is not a sniper, it is more like on the battlefield. I realized that personal power is indeed limited."
The eldest prince nodded slowly on the opposite side, with a complex expression on his face, perhaps thinking of the years of fighting with the Hu tribe during the Western Expedition.
"The sound of crossbow arrows hitting the carriage is like the sound of soul-robbing drums." Fan Xian frowned, as if he was recalling the specific plot at that time, "It feels bad to be blocked and killed."
The prince sighed and comforted: "Fortunately, it's over. Anzhi, you can survive. Those rebellious officials and thieves will have a day to subdue the law. The court is strictly investigating, and there must be results soon."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Fan Xian raised his glass to respect everyone, and said with a smile, "Yes, at least I survived, and many people must be disappointed. Even the city defense crossbows were used, but they still couldn't kill me, Fan. What does this mean?"
No one answered his words, and the faces of the two deputy envoys of the Privy Council were very bad. The military was undoubtedly involved in the assassination in the valley. Although the investigation by the court has not yielded any results, this is already a firm matter, Fan Xian said. At this point, the elders in the military can't help but think about it secretly.
"I'm a very confident person." Fan Xian signaled to everyone that he had finished his drink, and said with a smile: "Including His Majesty and the Dean, the elders have asked me, why are you so confident?"
Everyone listened intently, but there was a sense of absurdity in their hearts. At this time, all the important figures of the Qing Kingdom, His Royal Highness, and the three princes were present, but as soon as Fan Xian opened his mouth, everyone's attention would be attracted to him. In the past, it was not only because he was the host of tonight's banquet, but also because... It seemed that everyone subconsciously admitted that he was the real most powerful person.
This is really absurd. In history, there may be powerful ministers who have the power to rule the country, called the nine thousand-year-old eunuch, but there has never been such a young and intimidating royal illegitimate child, or a dazzling illegitimate child.
Everyone subconsciously glanced at the prince.
The prince was smiling and listening to Fan Xian's words, his expression was not hesitant, but full of comfort and understanding.
The First Prince coughed lightly.
Fan Xian gently squeezed the big wine bottle with his left hand, looked at the one-foot case in front of him, as if he was looking at an extremely beautiful picture: "Why am I so confident? Because I believe that I am the luckiest person in the world. No one has had better luck than me."
People who are clearly dead, but inexplicably come back to life, and have such a colorful and even grotesque life, this kind of luck needs to be celebrated slowly in the years to come.
Fan Xian smiled and said, "I also said earlier that my Overwatch Council is also very accustomed to using crossbow bolts. Those crossbow bolts cannot kill me, and my enemies must not be as lucky as me."
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In the Overwatch Council not far from the imperial palace, in the secret room where Dean Chen likes to stay, Yan Bingyun was wearing a pure white padded coat, staring at the file on the table in a daze. After a while, he sighed and rubbed his hands. My own temple, I feel the soreness in my temple is unstoppable.
There was a knock on the door, and an official from the Division A of the Second Intelligence Division flashed in and handed him three small bamboo tubes sealed with wax.
Yan Bingyun was stunned. He opened the wax seal with his fingernails, took out the information inside and glanced at it, then went to the side of the candle and lit it. Then, under the strange eyes of the intelligence officer, he said wearily: "Tonight! The matter is not recorded."
The officer of Intelligence Department A was startled, and immediately bowed his head in response, saying, "Forty-three targets, three of which have been cleared."
Yan Bingyun seemed to have a headache when he heard this sentence, he shook his head in annoyance, waved his hand to signal that he understood, and let him go out.
The secret room was quiet again, Yan Bingyun looked at the wax shavings left on the table, and began to lose his mind again. Tonight, Fan Xian was having a banquet at the Baoyue Tower, while the Overwatch Council was in a second-level state. In the dark night of Kyoto, it was unknown how many people were acting and how many people would die. All of this was only because of Fan Xian's actions. crazy.
Tonight's plan was drawn up by Yan Bingyun himself. Although he expressed his firm opposition in front of Fan Xian, he still had to continue doing what had to be done. In this plan, eleven people were to be killed and thirty-two were to be captured. Among the eleven targets that must be cleared first, six of them are the second prince's eight generals.
It was a mad act of revenge.
Three of the second prince's eight generals had already died, and with the full power of the Overwatch Council to counterattack frantically, the power of a mere palace could not shake the overall situation at all. Presumably, news of the rest's deaths would be received next.
Yan Bingyun walked to the window and lifted the corner of the black cloth, just like what Chen Pingping did in the past, through that narrow space, he looked towards the palace not far away. It exudes a holy and noble taste.
He looked at the palace full of worry and thought: "Your Majesty asked you to be a lone minister, not an absolute minister."