The officer under Mo commander secretly cried out in his heart, but was forced to stammer and answer because of the imposing manner and status of the believing king Zhao Zhen. Although the other party may only be a believer, it is probably fake. But whether it's true or not, he frightened him. He stammered: "I...I mean, the people...you each...disperse and go back, otherwise, the commander Mo has given the order... Grid... Kill it."
As soon as the voice fell, there was a commotion among the crowd. These people knew that the cold-blooded Lord Mo would never make jokes with them, so after this order, many people suddenly became a little vacillated.
But Xinwang Zhao Zhen just nodded. Shouted: "It's over?"
"It's over..." The officer sweated straight on his hands. He didn't know why he was so frightened. It was obvious that the kid who believed in the king was still far away from him, but there was always a sharp sword hanging over his head in his heart. Illusion.
Letter King Zhao Zhen nodded. He said: "Then, now it's my turn to say it." After that, he took a step forward, pressed the scabbard down with his left hand, and held the hilt with his right hand. When the sword came out, it looked like a flash of silver lightning. However, everyone saw the letter king Zhao Zhen pulling out a long silver line from bottom to top
A sharp sword flew out, directly following the hand of Xinwang Zhaozhen. It was just a long sword that was thrown out quickly. It had already cut off the fence with a click, and then broke into pieces in an instant...
Feijian moved forward again, and the huge fence Ju Ma followed the sword of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, and collapsed along the neatly arranged incision with a sudden crash.
The sharp sword swept across, all obstructing objects turned into two sides, the long sword flew in front of the officer's body, suddenly landed, and plunged into the officer's feet. The officer was so scared that he backed away.
The king of the letter, Zhao Zhen, danced his arms in a semicircle, and then took a step back.
The letter king Zhao Zhen turned his head, his eyes reflected the faces of these people from the quack and the gang with different looks. He took Baiyue's hand and spoke calmly, "I brought my promise--"
"Remember what you said?"
The flat voice, but like a sharp sword out of its sheath, passed through everyone's heart with a clank.
The crowd opened their mouths, but for a moment they did not know what to answer.
"I remember" only the young man in the gray-cyan robes separated from the crowd excitedly and rushed out. He almost staggered to the king of letter Zhao Zhen, and then raised his head to look at the young king of letter in his own eyes, with a flash in his eyes. Can't believe it.
He actually came. "I remember..." the young man took a breath and repeated in a low voice, "I'm here, whether you are an adult or you really believe in the king, anyway, I will follow you..."
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen glanced at him. His eyes crossed him and fell on everyone else, everyone. "Where are the others?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen said.
And the answer to him was silence. "You..." The young man in a gray-blue robe looked at these people angrily, wishing to punch these people in the face and beat these cowardly people on their backs.
But there is still silence, deathly silence! People really don't believe that this young man is the King of Letters who swept the Golden Army.
The letter king Zhao Zhen just smiled and said: "If I were you, I would not choose to offend two forces at the same time."
At this moment, in front of the crowd, there was a creaking sound. In the alley of the room, some soldiers wearing black armor suddenly rushed over. As soon as they rushed over, they immediately raised their scimitars to move forward. Rushed towards Xin Wang Zhao Zhen with his attitude.
The letter king Zhao Zhen waved his hand fiercely, and the black-armored soldier who rushed to his side was slammed straight out. He fell to the ground in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground with a "thump". What was exposed was the hat with two fluffy tails unique to the Golden Soldier.
All the people stayed there, motionless, Song Jun and the people in the world watched all this without moving.
The second soldier of the Golden Army rushed to Xinwang Zhaozhen's side, but Xinwang Zhaozhen grabbed the soldier's right arm which stabbed him at him without looking back, and pulled forward.
With a "click" and a scream, Jin Bing's left arm was removed. The letter king Zhao Zhen grabbed the opponent's wrist and threw him over the shoulder, smashing him to the ground heavily, smashing his head on the ground fiercely, and throwing out a red and white brain.
He held the scimitar in his left hand, and turned it back into a knife. With a moon-shaped white light, the two Golden Army soldiers behind all broke off from their waists, blood flowed horizontally, and half of their bodies fell down thankfully.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen put down the scimitar as usual, turned around, and faced the fallen soldiers of the Golden Army. He looked at all the people, and said lightly: "Now, I give you such an honor to join the army of the king of faith."
The young prince raised the machete in his hand, and pointed it straight at the long street ahead.
"On these streets of this city, all the souls of the dead, they watched your battle silently. And are you willing to use another way to fight side by side with these former companions? Are you willing to eliminate the trampling on your dignity and contempt Are you the officials and bandits who rob your wealth? Are you willing to join the army of my believers and become a member of the army of believers? Are you willing?"
At that moment, everyone seemed to stop breathing.
No one spoke, but someone turned their heads away, but someone blinked their eyes, but someone silently held down their long sword. Yes, there is nothing that moves these people more than fighting side by side with their companions, trusting each other, and having a deep backstage, as well as being prosperous, fame and fortune.
Since the opponent colluded with the Jinren, then he was the enemy of the Song Dynasty. Fighting for the King of Letters and participating in the Army of the King of Letters would also be regarded as destroying the Jinren and the internal traitors for the Song Dynasty. So they are not rebelling, they are heroes. Therefore, there is no extra sentence, only the sound of a sword unsheathed.
The young Tsing Yi knight lowered his hands feebly and watched this scene almost incredulously. He looked at these swordsmen who were silent a moment ago. At this moment, everyone pressed their lips coldly, and drew out their swords without saying a word.
The sword is the second life of the swordsman. Everyone stood out silently, standing in a row silently, standing behind the young King Xin.
The letter king Zhao Zhen smiled slightly. He put down the knife, only to feel a flame burning in his chest. His face became cold, and he said, "Who is in charge?"
The three people with the highest status and prestige among the crowd glanced at each other and walked out of the queue one by one.
"Tell me, your name and position." Xinwang Zhao Zhen said.
"Shan Hongfei is here for you, Qiansui Wang, I am the leader of the Jianghu martial art." The handsome middle-aged man with long hair glanced at Xinwang Zhao Zhen, bowed slightly, and replied.
"The dragon in the flower, the master of the gangs on the north road of Jinghu Lake." The dark-skinned man embraced his arms and looked up and down at the letter king Zhao Zhen.
"Miao Yufeng, I am the owner of Jinhua Mountain Village and the representative of the victimized gentry nearby. Chitose, with all due respect, although I agree to join with my people, it does not mean that I will execute all orders. I will Choose your own way of action." The answer was a woman in her thirties with a fiery figure and long hair.
After she finished speaking, she gave the young prince provocatively with willow-like eyes. Xin Wang Zhao Zhen smiled carelessly.
He looked back at the half-aged mistress and said, "The task I gave you is very simple. You and the Dragon Warriors in the flower each organize a team, stay here separately, and run and control Simon. I. There is only one requirement for you, and that is to insist on two hours, before dawn, I want to see your respective flags flying above the city gates."
His gaze fell on the long-haired, handsome-looking middle-aged leader Shan Hongfei. He said: "As for the leader Shan Hongfei, your task is to lead your people and the remaining lone swordsmen. Join me in attacking the mansion of the guardian of Shimen Town."
"I would like to hear the details." Shan Hongfei bowed and replied calmly.
"Wait." Miao Yufeng interrupted and frowned and asked, "Ximen? Why are we going to Ximen? Isn't our goal to take the guard and kill the damn scumbag?"
The letter king Zhao Zhen looked calm and replied: "Because that is only one of the goals, but I might as well tell you straightforwardly that the enemy you will face will be a group of Fans, soldiers of the Golden State Army."
"What? Soldiers of the Golden Kingdom Army?" All three were taken aback.
"Although Commander Mo's soldiers and horses are looting far away from the city, they can't come back for a while. However, Commander Mo colluded with the army of the Kingdom of Jin, but it is impossible for the soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin to hide in large numbers in the city. , But most people must be near the city. I think they can only hide in the forest to the west. And your task is to prevent them from entering the city until we achieve our goal. If the other party walks other The gate of the city will inevitably take a lot of time. At that time, we will also have time to break through the mansion under the command of Mo. In addition, I have another good news, that is, the number of gold men will not be too many, and it is estimated that it will not exceed one thousand. Otherwise, they will not be able to pass the border defense." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen said lightly.
Miao Yufeng and Shan Hongfei glanced at each other, seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.
Only the dragon urn in the flower replied angrily: "Since the adults know that Commander Mo is in collusion with the Golden State Army, then Commander Mo must be surrounded by masters. Attacking the guardian residence must also be the most difficult task, so why didn't the adults choose us on Jinghu Lake Road? Road gangs come to launch the offensive, is it because they look down on the fighting power of our gangs on the north road of Jinghu Lake?"
When Shan Hongfei heard these words, he couldn't help frowning and showing embarrassment.
But the letter king Zhao Zhen shook his head: "I said, I don't know your composition and strength. However, since I have chosen this lineup, then"
He turned his head and said with a hard and majestic expression: "Everything will be done by my orders."
He raised his head again and looked at the distant street.
"Okay, time is running out." Xinwang Zhao Zhen said.
"You hurry up, but remember what I said, one side is glory and the power that I give you, and the other is hell and death, as well as humiliation and betrayal. I have given you the opportunity to choose. I hope you can ask your heart when you look back at this moment in the future. Worthy of it."
"Then now, if you are willing to get this honor, follow me!" Xinwang Zhao Zhen finished, holding Baiyue with one hand, and walking forward on the rustling gravel.
The three heads heard the cold threat in Wang Zhaozhen's words, and their hearts were cold. And the little girl looked up at him blankly, blinked, and said word by word: "Zhao Zhen... Brother, in fact... you don't have to fight for... Baiyue..."
"I heard... Grandpa and they said that as long as Baiyue... arrives... there, everything will be... safe and sound."
But Xinwang Zhao Zhen only smiled when he heard these words. "Baiyue, you don't understand, this is not just about fighting alone."
The letter king Zhao Zhen said softly. He looked at the officers and soldiers who had been driven away at the gate of the city in the distance. The left Mo commander vented his anger and killed the corpses in two rows that stretched into the darkness neatly. "This is my battle. Since I have chosen the path of iron and blood, sword and fire, I must stick to it to the end. Whether it is for the golden man or the moth of my Da Song, nothing more."
When Xin Wang Zhao Zhen was here, he chose to come back and face all this, looking straight at what he had overlooked for the sake of the overall situation. Some people say that those who make big things don't stick to the small section, but even the small section loses. How can you make up your mind to do it? The King of Letter Zhao Zhen did more than just resist the Jin Army, he wanted to build a powerful Song Dynasty in the prosperous Han and Tang Dynasties.
Therefore, the road unfolded before him has long since become rugged and difficult, as if leading to the end of a blazing flame, with thorns entangled everywhere, and blood flowing everywhere. However, all of this is worth it.
This time, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen was going to be willful once, so he still came back. If the violent rage in the afternoon was only a wave of thought, then the choice between Baiyue and the barbarians gave him the final revelation. It's like an eternal truth. If you always choose to escape, then he can only be a loser forever, even for the sake of the overall situation. Besides, what is the overall situation? Some things are not changed by human will, and haste is not achieved. It may not be the sooner the better.
Moreover, the winner is powerful, and the self-victor is strong. In order to obtain that imperial edict, he lost everything in his heart. Is that all he wants? Not! At that time, it is possible that when the old order is broken in the future, there will be more difficulties, so can we give up for the sake of the overall situation? If you give up, you can't succeed.
If you want to build a Yuan-Meng Empire that expands the country, surpasses the Han and Tang Dynasties, and even surpasses his own time and space, the believer Zhao Zhen must give more and more things, break all the old, and build new and pioneering things.
The letter king Zhao Zhen couldn't help laughing, because he realized that in the end, he had prepared the most complicated plan. He has avoided entering such a result countless times, avoiding putting himself on the other end of the wheel of fortune like a desperate gambler.
But after stepping again and again, he returned to the original place, holding such a plan in his hands.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen smiled faintly, he really wanted to follow Ji Qianqian's plan, so stable and so simple. It is undeniable that Ji Qianqian's choice was so logical. Although very simple, very cruel and cold.
"But... you believe in the king Zhao Zhen, in the end you still believe in the king Zhao Zhen...! If you want to build a powerful empire spanning the four continents of Asia, America, Latin America and Australia, you must break everything. The Song Empire with a border of 50 million square kilometers! Imagine it! !" He shook his head mockingly.
But immediately, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's eyes became firm. Since this is the case, let him execute this plan. Even if there is only one chance, but just like the past, like when he faced the Golden Soldiers, he faced the thousands of soldiers of the Golden State Army. Step by step, towards success.
The letter king Zhao Zhen turned her head and saw the young swordsman in Tsing Yi closely chasing him from behind. The young man seemed to have reorganized his emotions, and his face returned to that indifference.
"His Royal Highness?" "Did you hear the sound?" Xinwang Zhao Zhen didn't answer, but just asked.
"What sound?" "The sound of war--" Xinwang Zhao Zhen replied faintly, taking out a loud arrow from his arms.
At that moment, the earth was trembling, and the cavalry that Mo commander had deployed in the city had already shot out from the corner of the street.
The earth seemed to be trembling, the horseshoe was tumbling in the night, the sound of rumbling from far to near.
The brightly armored cavalry under the command of Mo rushed over, the cold light of the long spears lined up, the horses hissed, galloping out from behind the corner of the street.
But Xinwang Zhao Zhen just looked at these cavalry coldly, he shot the arrow upward, and said: "My soldiers, it's time to enter the arena." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen said.
The arrow drew an arc in the sky, making the crackling sound of firecrackers. Everyone saw that at that moment, the white light was intertwined, slowly descending from the night sky.
However, behind the light curtain, in the dark part of the street, more than a dozen knights swiftly galloped in with silver spears, one by one, the soldiers and the horses held their heads up, their horizontal spears were placed in front of them, and they quickly appeared in the middle of the street.
Believe in the king's cavalry? There is a stagnation on the battlefield.
"Thousands of the Kings!" The voices of Soldier No. 1 of the Special Forces of the King of Letters and all the soldiers jumped ethereally.
"Attack forward." Xinwang Zhao Zhen roared, looking ahead.
The cavalry led by Mo was close at hand.
And the young swordsman beside him was slightly startled. If it turns out that he still had doubts about the identity of the King of Letter Zhao Zhen, as soon as the knights hiding in the dark with these bright armors and fighting spirits appeared, he immediately determined the identity of the opponent. At this time, he was no longer suspicious.
But the letter king Zhao Zhen is a dignified generation of princes, isn't it necessary for him to act personally? Seeing how the letter king Zhao Zhen was about to make a move first, the young swordsman in Tsing Yi was about to remind him, but he froze just as he stretched out his hand. He stayed there and couldn't say a word.
Because he saw Xin Wang Zhao Zhen calmly raising his sword forward. The dozen or so knights in silver armor turned their heads, and the eyes of everyone reflected the enemy's cavalry closer and closer. But when they raised their spears, the distance between the two on the street seemed to be pulled apart for a moment.