"Master Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of Zuo Jiaojiao, right? Did I let you frame one? Although we are allies, your actions are suspected of murdering me, right?"
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen picked up the broken sword at his feet and shook it in front of everyone.
His action immediately changed the complexions of Xiao Shanhe and Zhuang Dashi, and they realized what Zhao Zhen was in the mouth of the saint Zhang Yuanzheng of the Zuo Jiaojiao. That's the thousand years of the King of Belief. God is here. With this backing, they will have the capital to change everything. If the king of faith is the backer, their destiny will have the opportunity to change everything. It's a pity that they have already taken refuge in Zhang Yuanzheng, and it is too late to regret. Moreover, their interruption was to use this young man. Who knows that he is His Royal Highness the King of Letters!
Even the deep city mansion like Xiao Shanhe couldn't help but his complexion changed drastically at this moment, and his breathing became quicker at the same time. Regret, ashamed, and helpless can be seen on his face. Master Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the Left Guardian who has experienced countless storms in his life, saw that his followers saw the King of Letters, shaking their minds, and couldn't help but speak: "Thousands of the Kings of Letters, we don’t know it is you. Yang Yao rebelled. We are against it, so he sent someone to chase our people. Therefore, I mistakenly put Chitose in danger, I deeply regret. I teach all the elites to send to you to help you complete the anti-gold industry, we are allies, I believe you It will not embarrass us either."
The letter king Zhao Zhen curled his lips in disdain, and smiled: "I know that the teachings of the teachings are for the benefit of the working people. The church should also unite and help each other, as if you have not done it? I want to ask you two questions..."
Two questions? Xiao Shanhe, Zhuang Dashi and Zhang Yuan, the saint of the Zuo Jiaojiao, looked at each other. What kind of request is this? However, Xinwang had a big fist, and he couldn't refuse when he said he wanted to ask questions. Therefore, he nodded and replied: "You speak."
"The first question, I am actually very curious. I have some plans that do not understand you. It is clear that Master Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologist, is here. Why do Mr. Xiao Shanhe and Mr. Zhuang Dashi have to venture into dangerous situations? The corporate protection group that had been working hard for ten years was destroyed by this. I have something to understand about this."
Xiao Shanhe and Zhuang Dashi didn't expect this to be his problem, and couldn't help being taken aback. But Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologetics, coughed and replied in a low voice: "Believe in King Zhao Zhen, the struggle involved in this matter is far more than superficial. I don't know how much you know the inside story of our Mingjiao, but we don't want it. The outside world knows that Mingjiao is completely divided now. So we have to use bait to catch them all at once."
He actually didn't want to talk so much to Wang Xin Zhao Zhen, but Wang Xin Zhao Zhen had already recognized him, and he was too important to Mingjiao, so the old man had to lower his posture to explain to him.
"That's it." Xinwang Zhao Zhen nodded.
"Then the second question, are you coming out now to reassemble the lost guardian group?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen chuckled lightly: "In fact, this is the case. I have included some of your people..."
Xiao Shanhe and Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the Zuo Jiaojiao, glanced at each other, and then shook their heads: "No, you are too worried about believing in King Qiansui. We just came out after He Zizai because he insisted on looking for his companion and fiancée. "When he talked about his fiancée, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. After all, he had disappeared from the future leader's fiancé, and it was actually a shame to say it.
He shook his head and continued: "As for the Legal Protection Group, that is already a past tense. He doesn't exist anymore. I thank you for the people you collected."
The faithful king Zhao Zhen grinds his teeth. The reason why Mingjiao people have repeatedly failed is because they do not pay attention to these middle-level talents, which leads to distractions. Those Mingjiao talents who entered the Mingjiao army were sent by their big brothers and Zhang Yuanzheng to the Wangjun. Except for other purposes, why didn't they not pay much attention to these middle-level young people who have skills but are helpless in the great cause of Mingjiao!
At this time, everyone heard a "clam", everyone turned their heads and saw a red-clothed girl with a pale face standing there blankly. The halberd in her hand did not know when it fell to the ground.
"Ma Yueying?" Xiao Shanhe was taken aback, and then looked at Xinwang Zhao Zhen bitterly, only then did he understand what the other party asked before was what he intended. But this time is too critical. Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologetics, will never allow him to provoke the believer Zhao Zhen, even if the group members are separated in front of him, he will only have his teeth knocked out and blood swallowed. It's just that this punch came quickly and ruthlessly, even with his concentration, facing the girl he had adopted, who couldn't believe, asked, or contained a weak questioning gaze, he couldn't help but turn his head away.
Even if he had a thousand and ten thousand excuses to explain, or even he could clearly explain, Xiao Shanhe couldn't say a word at this moment. Explain that neither the king of the letter nor the new master Zhang Yuan look good on the front. It is impossible for him to cause damage to the overall situation just because of one person.
Everyone present could feel that Ma Yueying possessed the power of a master. Xiao Shanhe didn't know what had happened to her, her strength rose so fast, he thought it was the potential to explode at the moment of life and death, which meant that this girl was at least a martial arts genius, a genius who was ignored by them. But on the other hand, the masters of Mingjiao could even feel that the letter king Zhao Zhen also exudes a more pure and powerful force above the Grand Master.
For geniuses, Xiao Shanhe still has the heart to love talents, so he wanted to keep them. However, now that this girl has become a believer in King Zhao Zhen, if her recruitment causes unnecessary rifts between the new master and the powerful King Zhao Zhen, she would be guilty. So, the words he explained rolled in his throat a few times, but they changed when he opened his mouth. He stuttered and said, "Ma Yueying, you are... hurt..."
His words seemed to have overdrawn all of the girl's mental strength. She looked straight at the man, the man in her heart who had occupied the role of the father for a long time.
Her gaze contained disappointment and loss. All the members of the guardian group were her relatives, but now they were all easily betrayed by the leader with a thought. They are just the pawns of the chief protector, they are just pawns that can be sacrificed.
The euphemism she waited for from him sounded like a concern, but it was as pale as a stranger and opened a distance.
The tall figure in the impression seemed to have suddenly become distant and blurred, as if he was not alone. Holding her chest with one hand, tears burst out, and she whispered: "Why...? Everyone is dead... Why..."
She whimpered like an injured animal, lost the last trace of strength, fell to her knees on the ground, closed her eyes, fell forward to the ground with a crash, and fainted.
Seeing such a scene, Xiao Shanhe couldn't say a word. Xin Wang Zhao Zhen looked at this man coldly.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen walked over to help Ma Yueying up and wiped the dirt on her face. The girl showed a weak side in her sleep, her tear-stained face was a little pale, "I'm sorry." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen sighed.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen straightened her body, then leaned her under a tree, and then looked back at everyone on the opposite side with a condescending gaze.
"Believe in King Thousands of Years?" Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of Zuo Jiaojiao, saw that Xiao Shanhe beside him was a little emotionally unstable, so he had to interject.
"Xiao Shanhe" Xin Wang Zhao Zhen interrupted him, her voice suddenly cold like a blade's blade flickering. Everyone was taken aback, not understanding why the attitude of Wang Xin Zhao Zhen suddenly changed, but Zhao Zhen Wang Xin angrily shouted: "Don't think I don't know what you think!"
"Since Jin Guo invaded the South, my Da Song has been in decline. At this time, it is the opportunity for you to seize every opportunity to gain power. You throw in all the chess pieces like gamblers, place the chess pieces for me, and rebel in the south. In fact. I thought of the time when the North and the South were united. Let me unite with Chung Sang and the North and the South. After unifying the Central Plains, I was dealt with. The whole plan was precise, ruthless, and seemed logical. However, all of this was aimed at overthrowing the Song Dynasty regime, you guys. Obtaining artifacts from the sky!"
The words of the letter king Zhao Zhen seemed to pierce the hearts of everyone present, and the expressions of Xiao Shanhe and the saint of Zuo Jiao Zhang Yuanzheng turned white for a while. For a moment, they subconsciously forgot to breathe, and only had time to think about how to continue their cooperation in the future. Now the letter king Zhao Zhen has absolute power, and his army has already occupied Sichuan and Shu.
If the believer Zhao Zhen really turns his face, he only needs to send a miscellaneous army of tens of thousands of people, plus a certain amount of firearms, to put an end to the Sichuan and Shu lair that Zhang Yuanzheng and others have painstakingly managed.
The letter king Zhao Zhen has pointed out the outline of all their plans, and they believe this is a desperate move. All sacrifices are worthwhile, and you can even give your life for it when necessary. Political confrontation has become a fanatical belief. Just like what Wang Zhaozhen said, there is only one opportunity, as long as you seize it and look forward to the moment when Mingjiao resurrects, the dawn of dawn will surely smooth all darkness.
This legendary story has a legendary ending. But they didn't think that this plan would fall into the eyes of Xinwang Zhaozhen, or even a bit of it.
This plan was first set a few years ago, and some details are not even clear to the follow-up participants. Well, I am afraid that the letter Wang Zhao Zhen in front of me already knows everything.
"Wait, Your Highness Chitose." Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologetics, frowned slightly. Their plan cannot be desecrated, but now they can compromise.
"What do you want to say, Master Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologetic?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen asked indifferently.
"Everything you said is based on a hypothesis..." Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologetics, said with a slight smile, but his wrinkled smirk with a nonchalant smile was uglier than crying.
"You want to say it's fake?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen sneered. He raised his head and couldn't help taking a deep breath.
At this moment, it was as if another soul was standing with him, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's eyes seemed to see through the shackles of the world, and what he saw was everything in the past. The palace and the city were burning in the flames, the Song Dynasty was overthrown, and everything familiar to him in the past no longer exists. The Dajin Kingdom ruled the northern part of the Jianghuai River, and the Southern Song Dynasty relied on the Yangtze River and Chuanshu to resist stubbornly, maintaining the final territory.
"Unfortunately, it's not that I want to hit you. In any case, your failure is doomed." He replied. "What are you talking about?" This time even Zhuang Dashi couldn't help but frowned.
"Believe in the king Zhao Zhen, not everyone can become a master of astrology." Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of Zuo Jiaojiao, shook his head.
The letter king Zhao Zhen smiled and said: "The most basic doctrine that Mingjiao wants to achieve is that everyone has clothes to wear, everyone has food, and everyone is equal. What have you done? Because you want to seize power, so you Just use the same swordsman to deal with another group of arrogant and indifferent aristocratic officials, but in fact, you are no different."
The letter king Zhao Zhen said in an icy tone: "You, no matter whether you are the government or the nobles, can't really bring any change to our Chinese people, so your failure is doomed."
"Even if you have defeated the court, can you defeat the Golden Kingdom? Can you defeat the Mongolian barbarians in the far north? What's more, the Mongols will be unified in the future and will build a huge country with the strongest army in the world. At that time, there will be no strong national system and army protection, or we will not unify them first. At that time, what will we resist? Only the country will be subjugated!"
"Therefore..." The letter king Zhao Zhen pointed to the left apologetic sage Zhang Yuanzheng in front of everyone, and said: "Follow the trend, we sincerely cooperate and let all of us Han people build a real world together. The most beautiful and prosperous and powerful country."
Suddenly another team of men and horses came out in the forest, and the bushes on the east side'brushed', and in everyone's field of vision, there were more than twenty soldiers and soldiers covered in armor and blood.
The second captain of the Xinwangjun Special Forces, who was in command of the Xinwangjun Special Forces fighters, took off his helmet, raised his head and stared at the Mingjiao congregation on the opposite side with indifferent eyes.
All are masters, believe in the king's special forces soldiers...
The saints Zhang Yuanzheng and Xiao Shanhe from the left just felt that the corners of their eyes were twitching out...
"Okay." Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of Zuo Jiaojiao, sighed, and said: "What you said is too big, I don't believe it. Young people, there is a big difference between ideal and reality. Although your army is large, it is Here, do you want to rely on more than twenty people to contend with my troops? As long as I capture you alive, your army will have to listen to me. I can see that you have spent a lot of money to kill this barbaric super master. The strength. I admit that you are the strongest fighters, but my men--"
But his words could no longer be said soon. In fact, it was not just him, it seemed that all of a sudden, everyone present could not make a sound.
Because everyone, including Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, saw a large piece of dazzling silver appearing in the forest, as well as the horses sitting down by countless warriors and knights...
Believe in the king's cavalry army! And it is a regular army of at least several thousand.
The silver warrior cavalry stood quietly in the forest, quietly confronting the men and horses of Zhang Yuanzheng, the left guardian of Mingjiao on the other side. There is no wind in the forest, and the black and silver warriors are in their respective camps.
After the clouds in the sky dispersed, the afternoon sun from Hexi poured down from the forest without reservation, forming a beam of light that seemed to have a sense of substance on the edge of the treetops. These beams of light fell on the emblem of the King's Army on the drooping flag, or the flag of the Wu character in Sichuan. Except for an occasional sneeze or the sound of a war horse's nose, there was no sound in the entire forest.
This is an awkward silence. Xiao Shanhe, Zhuang Dashi, and the gloomy left-faced saint Zhang Yuanzheng, and the indifferent Xin Wangjun Special Forces Deputy Captain No. 2 on the other side, and the Xin Wangjun cavalry army with a long pointed helmet and invisible expression Commanding General Wu Jie, facing each other, said nothing.
Only Xin Wang Zhao Zhen sat down under a rock in the center, looking at both sides with a little amusement. "Cough cough." Xinwang Zhao Zhen coughed, and people on both sides looked at him. All the soldiers of the Xinwang Army were waiting for his orders, while the Mingjiao people on the opposite side were waiting for his decision.
At this time, the letter king Zhao Zhen took the lead to break the silence and said: "Let's negotiate!" Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologetic, nodded helplessly.
In fact, the long and boring negotiations between the two sides lasted until the evening. In fact, the only real participants were Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologetic, the cavalry general Wu Jie of the Xinwang army, and the Xinwang Zhao Zhen.
On the other side, Xiao Shanhe and Zhuang Dashi, under the instructions of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, helped He Zizao, who was covered with blood in the bushes, out of the bushes, and reluctantly thanked the latter. Facing the identity, status and strength of the letter king Zhao Zhen, they had to lower their stance.
At dusk, the bleak aura gradually became richer, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the ground, and the golden sunlight stained all the scenery on the ground with a layer of light yellow.
During the negotiation, all Mingjiao officers, and of course the Mingjiao members under Zhang Yuanzheng, the saint of the left apologetic, can be controlled by the faith king Zhao Zhen, and all Mingjiao forces will fully cooperate with the faith king Zhao Zhen's forces.
After the negotiation, the Mingjiao people left. And Xin Wang Zhao Zhen will continue to move northeast. Although the various assassinations continued, but after this bloody battle, the enemy lost a lot. There is no need for Xin Wang Zhao Zhen to be too cautious. He still let people follow in secret, and sent people around to block the news, and he himself only took a few people to move on.
For reasons of righteousness, I couldn't blatantly lead the army around Jinghu Lake Road, so Xin Wang Zhao Zhen asked Wu Jie to go back first. Waiting for orders to be ready for reinforcements at any time.
Just riding on the road between the countryside, Xinwang Zhaozhen and his party can already feel the obvious atmosphere of war. On the back of Jinghu Lake Road is the melee between Jin and Song, Qi and Song, Qi and Xinwangjun, and Jin and Xinwangjun, while on the south is the battle between Song and Yang Yaojun. The battle has become a piece.
Without the armor, the letter king Zhao Zhen simply asked a tailor to make a silk robe while passing through a small town along the way, and set up a frame as a gentry's son. At this moment, he sat upright and looked around on his horse, his whole body in silk and satin, and a long sword with silver-plated handle hung around his waist. It was a bit of a young nobleman's style.