Yue Pengju roared loudly, brandished his spear, and led all the pursuers towards the west gate. The soldiers rushed forward like a tide, not even shooting arrows. There must be brave men under the heavy reward, and every one of them just wanted to They rushed up and killed Yue Pengju with their own hands - that would be a great event to become famous in the world.
However, except for Qin Hui's dead soldiers, the pace of others has slowed down, especially the group of imperial guards, who are secretly dilly-dallying, wanting to leave the credit to Qin Hui or Zhang Jun - because until now, they still don't know what Yue Pengju's crime was. What crime? Until now, the court has been unable to produce any definite evidence of the guilt of the empire’s number one general!
There is no reason for this!
If the history of the future opens its eyes, who would be willing to have their name engraved on the tombstone of a famous general as a murderer? So, they all raised their swords and guns, shouted wildly, and chased after him slowly.
Especially Xu Caizhi, he wanted to jump off his horse, but he could only pretend to work hard - he could only watch Qin Hui proudly waving the flag, his short body like a wildly deformed marmot, and his wretched head, emitting a terrifying feeling. A rare and vicious light.
"Kill Yue Pengju and be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold... Ten thousand taels of gold... Zhang Jiajun, enter..."
After all, Zhang Jun was still afraid that Qin Hui would take all the credit.
The dead soldiers and "Zhang Jiajun" swarmed forward, and the crossbowmen had lost their role and could only retreat again and again, leaving a large open space for thousands of people to fight.
Yue Pengju took his last breath, and his spear flew across the air. His eyes were completely blurred by the splattered blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own or the enemy's.
There were scars like clouds with swords, guns, swords and halberds. He had completely lost the feeling of pain. The blood was all gone, but the anger was not yet exhausted. A big knife was slashed on his vest. He tilted his head and a large mouthful of blood spurted out, like a blood arrow, shooting at the enemy. .
The sun is shining brightly
The sun is shining brightly
The sun is shining brightly
His body swayed, but his legs stood straight, and he roared three times:
Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life!
Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life! !
Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life! ! !
This roar shook the heaven and the earth. Even Qin Hui's dead soldiers and Zhang Jiajun couldn't help but stop on the spot and no longer dared to move forward with their guns. Even Qin Hui and Zhang Jun were stunned by this "treason" that shook the world. .
With three loud roars, a generation of heroes fell straight to the ground, making no sound anymore.
Qin Hui woke up with a start, and a sharp voice sounded: "Quick, slaughter the corpses..."
"Slaughter the corpses..."
Everyone hesitated, but no one stepped forward. They all retreated, and then retreated.
There was a loud noise, flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and a great monk fell from the sky like a bat, like a black cloud. Everyone felt the weight of the dark cloud, screamed in agony, and were shaken by the power of the firearm.
Qin Hui's voice was like a eunuch who changed his tone: "Quick, capture the accomplices... There will be many rewards..."
Everyone chased after him, but Ruda couldn't resist and had already escaped without a trace. The soldiers finally found the tall body at the corner of the city wall in front of them.
His hair and beard were all spread out, his flesh and blood were mangled, and he was beyond recognition. In his tattered clothes, snowflakes fell on the exposed piece of paper that was stained with red blood. It was a piece of paper that had been crumpled and wrinkled ten years later. Although it has turned yellow over the years, it still remains neat and tidy, with three extremely beautiful large characters on it:
Yue Pengju!
Snowflakes fell one after another, covering them silently.
Hua Rong's body was like a kite with broken strings, flying up and falling again, falling heavily on the snow outside, and there was a deathly silence.
In the darkness, a group of dead soldiers came out. They were all Qin Hui's dead soldiers. They were all Qin Hui's dead soldiers. They were all Qin Hui's dead soldiers. Qin Hui worked step by step, mobilizing the dead soldiers faster than Zhang Jun, and secretly set up defenses in order to eliminate the root cause.
Hua Rong's body fell on the snow, soft, every bone was completely crushed and could not be put back together. She just lay there, rolling her eyes. In the dark night, her only consciousness was to search for where her husband was
where? Where exactly
Sharp axes, sharp knives, meteor hammers... wrapped in the sound of wind, they tried to tear her into pieces on her head, feet, waist, and limbs.
She closed her eyes and was too tired. She held the small bow in her hand tightly but could not lift it.
"Girl..."
A voice full of sorrow, anger, despair, and sorrow came, and a black figure rolled on the spot, holding back all the weapons that were coming.
Limbs and arms were severed, flesh and blood were flying, one knife after another, no mercy.
"Girl... girl..."
Hua Rong could no longer open his eyes and couldn't see clearly the person hugging him. The blood on his body flooded his hands like a tide and soaked his chest. He vaguely asked him: "Pengju, Pengju Where is it... I really want to see him again... "
He screamed heartbreakingly: "Girl... girl..."
Her hands hung down softly, and her long eyelashes were as red as a dead butterfly.
There was another loud noise, the brilliant flower of death in the dark night, the dead soldiers swarmed away, trampling on each other, falling in groups, the blood melted into the air, combined with the snowflakes, and made a red rain.
In the last consciousness, a majestic singing voice came, so clear:
I was so angry that I leaned on the railing, and the mist of rain stopped. I looked up, looked up to the sky and roared, my heart was full of passion. Thirty years of success and fame, dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Don't wait for it, the young man's head will turn white, and he will be filled with sorrow.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished? Driving a long chariot and trampling through it, the Helan Mountains are missing. The ambition is to eat the meat of the Huns when they are hungry, and to laugh and drink the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty. To start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
The person in my arms is as light as a feather and too heavy to bear, as if he will die every minute. I am too late! After all, I was late! King Qin waved the sword in his hand, and had no other consciousness at all. He only knew: Kill, kill, kill! Kill all the culprits and all the people who harm this girl.
The screams kept coming, and he didn't know if he was killed by himself or someone else. He had completely lost the sense of judgment and had only one strong thought: Leave, take the girl out of this terrible place quickly. Let her be safe. , always be safe.
There was a fork in the road ahead, and only two of the nine guards who were accompanying him were left. One of them shouted: "Your Majesty, hurry up, go to the left..."
Without thinking, he hugged the person and ran to the left. Behind him, a group of Qin's dead soldiers stood at the intersection in the dark night, holding torches and looking murderous.
"Where did the fugitive go?"
"left?"
"right?"
The leader hesitated slightly: "Split into two groups, and we must eradicate the roots."
Just from this moment of hesitation, hidden arrows like locusts were shot out from the dark, and everyone screamed and fell to the ground. The people in the dark were striving to kill, but they were not soft at all, and almost killed all the dead soldiers around them.
Snowflakes are falling, it is the darkest time before dawn, and bursts of firecrackers are heard, New Year's Eve of the Song Dynasty is here.
A fast horse flashed out of the dense forest. Wu Qimai asked anxiously: "Fourth Prince, are you chasing me?"
Jin Wushu looked at the corpses everywhere, his heart was frightened, and his mind was like a mess.
"Fourth Prince, we must find her before she dies..." Wu Qimai is the only person who knows that the Fourth Prince was poisoned. In a sense, Hua Rong's safety is the Fourth Prince's safety. Now, Hua Rong Rong is on the verge of death, and if he doesn't get the antidote, the fourth prince's life will be in danger.
Jin Wushu stood there, his eyes full of the figure with disheveled hair and bloody flesh in the dawn. For a moment, he could clearly feel the fishy smell of her blood splashing on him. His mind was a little numb, and he couldn't react at the moment. Coming here, being blocked by broken arms and limbs all over the place, was a hundred times more terrifying than the night of the bloody battle at Xiaoshang Bridge!
My biggest rival is finally dead!
The woman I most admired was also a mess of flesh and blood!
Is this the result you have been waiting for
He was breathing rapidly and could not speak. The remaining three fingers of his crippled right hand firmly held Fang Tian's painted halberd, and in his ears, there was another rapid chase sound.
Wu Qimai said anxiously: "Fourth Prince, hurry up, the Song Army is chasing you..."
He subconsciously turned around and ran to the right side of the fork. Wu Qimai waved his hand, and the others immediately followed.
South Gate.
When the guard on duty saw a group of officers and soldiers rushing over, he hurriedly let them go and asked loudly: "Where is Yue Pengju?"
The leading officer replied loudly: "He is dead. Retreat his troops."
The sky in the east has already turned white, but the bright torches swaying throughout the city have blocked this bright color. People who got up early have opened their windows and started shouting, chicken, duck, fish, fruits and vegetables. Lin'an City is about to start its new day.
There were more than a dozen corpses lying scattered beside him. The smell of burning thunderbolts spread all around, and the nose was full of the strange smell of sulfur, as well as the strange smell of many soldiers' hair being burnt. Yue Pengju was covered in blood and flesh, and his chest and vest were half burned. Jiao. A soldier took the note and took out a jade ring from his body.
Under the bright torch, Qin Hui personally inspected the body of the tall man with sprouting beard and hair. His figure, clothing, and belongings all showed that it was Yue Pengju without any doubt. Wan Qiqiu also stepped forward to take a closer look, and was pleasantly surprised. Said: "Yes, this is Yue Pengju." Qin Hui breathed a sigh of relief and stared at his mortal enemy, the number one general of the Song Dynasty, who was finally completely eradicated by him.
He stood up, waved his hand, and shouted with all his strength: "The traitor Yue Pengju has been executed!"
"The traitor Yue Pengju has been executed!"
He was dancing, shouting at the top of his lungs, and was elated, as if he had commanded the most important battle in his life and won. It was a great feeling, a victory.
Zhang Jun felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He was unwilling to take second place in the credit and shouted: "The traitor Yue Peng was killed in ambush and the troops were withdrawn."
But there was no cheering as expected, only Zhang Jiajun's few words of agreement: "Withdraw troops!" Facing the corpses of the empire's generals, the soldiers didn't seem to want to see more, and they couldn't help but wonder, "Why did Mr. Yue not die on the battlefield, but died in the hands of his own people?" Naturally, they did not dare to ask, and quickened their pace. , withdrew quickly.
Qin Hui laughed ferociously. In the past, he still maintained a certain degree of "courteous and virtuous corporal", but since the lifelong prime minister wrote the terms of the peace agreement, he has made it public and unscrupulous. Now, after Yue Pengju's death, he will not take Zhang Jun seriously. He was planning to find an opportunity to squeeze Zhang Jun away. Zhang Jun was embarrassed and angry, but he still had to keep a low profile in front of Qin Hui.
The sky is gradually getting brighter.
But the dark clouds were still buried in the snow, and snowflakes were flying all over the sky, as if this New Year's Eve would never stop.