Zhao Xingwen did this deliberately, just to tell the rebels in an arrogant manner... I can do what you can do, but I can do it, but you can't...
Jiang Zhan watched Zhao Xingwen holding a bow and arrow and wearing Chaoyang, walking steadily towards him.
The stern look in his eyes became even fiercer, he raised his spear and pointed it at Zhao Xingwen: "If Jiang Zhan doesn't kill an unknown person, please name him."
This was the first time Zhao Xingwen had returned to Beijing since he entered the camp at the age of seven. Jiang Zhan could not recognize his appearance and had no idea who he was, which was normal.
"You... don't deserve to know!" Zhao Xingwen sneered, dropped the bow and arrow in his hand, grasped the handle of the knife, and in an instant the long knife came out of its sheath, slashing towards Jiang Zhan with lightning speed, like an eagle attacking the plains.
Martial arts experts all know that only masters dare to raise their wrists higher than the tip of the knife, which is called "getting the upper hand" in jargon.
This stance of easy advancement and retreat and the extremely sharp sword power shocked Jiang Zhan, knowing that the opponent was a tough opponent.
He blocked with his spear flexibly and took the opportunity to hit Zhao Xingwen's knife, trying to knock it down.
Unexpectedly, at the first touch, Zhao Xingwen's hand was as strong as steel and full of resilience.
Zhao Xingwen's eyes were bright, brighter than the light of the sword he was holding. He seemed to have seen through Jiang Zhan's thoughts. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his left hand immediately attached to the handle of the sword and added another two points of strength.
Jiang Zhan originally relied on the spear made of steel and blocked it wantonly to knock down his weapon. However, he failed to do so. Now he can only reach the downward pressure of the long sword with all his strength, which is very difficult.
The two men had fierce looks in their eyes, both concentrating on sizing up the enemy. This fight was extremely slow... and extremely cautious.
For a moment, the scene seemed to freeze here. Onlookers thought it was extremely short, but the soldiers on both sides knew that this was the most critical moment, and what followed was a quick and fatal blow.
Jiang Zhan was unable to parry, and Zhao Xingwen's blade scraped against the body of the gun, sparking bursts of fire. Seeing the tip of the knife piercing his cheek, Jiang Zhan had no choice but to step back and abandon the spear in his hand.
Zhao Xingwen stopped. He stood against the light, covered with morning glow, and the blade of the sword glowed with a cold light.
Jiang Zhan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could clearly see his proud raised chin and his cold voice, saying to himself: "Pick it up, I will not kill the enemy with bare hands."
This sentence is really vicious...
Jiang Zhan was confused when he heard this, and Zhao Xingwen once again put on his condescending attitude of defending and attacking at the same time.
Jiang Zhan was eager to regain face and wanted to win with risky actions. He didn't care about defending anymore. He held the spear with both hands together and stabbed towards Zhao Xingwen like crazy, intending to kill him with one blow.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xingwen also saw that Jiang Zhan's attack was fierce, but the flaw was that he was unable to defend with all his strength. But if he defended at this time, he would also miss the best moment to kill him!
It is rare for Jiang Zhan to reveal a flaw. If he retreats, it will be difficult to find such a good opportunity.
In the flash of lightning, Zhao Xingwen only had time to turn slightly sideways, and the spear sank into his shoulder, with the tip of the spear going straight through his shoulder blade.
Zhao Xingwen grunted, grabbed Jiang Zhan's hand holding the gun, and slashed him with a knife.
Jiang Zhan's spear sank into Zhao Xingwen's shoulder blade, and there was no weapon to return it. His hands were tightly grasped and he could not get away for a moment.
Zhao Xingwen's blade cut through Jiang Zhan's neck, and blood spurted out like a column.
The look in Jiang Zhan's eyes gradually faded. He did not expect that Zhao Xingwen would be as steady as a rock and as motionless as a mountain to receive the fatal blow, thereby grabbing him firmly and swinging back with a knife.
And he... also stabbed Na with all his strength, killing himself.
King Mo's soldiers exclaimed in unison: "General Xiao Zhao!"
Before Jiang Zhan died, he finally learned his name. It turned out that he was Zhao Xingwen, the eldest grandson of General Zhao. After the general, he lived up to his reputation.
"General Xiao Zhao!" King Mo's soldiers gathered around him.
Although Jiang Zhan died, his spear still penetrated Zhao Xingwen's shoulder. The gun body was made of steel and he kept slashing.
Zhao Xingwen, however, gritted his teeth and stood upright, letting the blood flow from his shoulders. He still pointed the knife forward, with a fierce look in his eyes, and roared at the remaining archers: "Kill!"
When the remaining rebel archers saw Jiang Zhan fall, they climbed up from the city gate like a frightened bird, trying to return to the main army along the high ladder at the wall.
Wherever King Mo's soldiers could allow them to escape, they chased after them one after another, pulling and pulling, and their swords pierced the chests of the archers.
The North City Gate was re-defended, and Zhao Xingwen was forcibly carried down. Xiang Chengfang's name was shouted all the way, and the news that Zhao Xingwen was injured also spread throughout Chang'an.
But at the same time, the good news of killing the opponent's general was also cheered all the way...
Jiang Zhan was a veteran of the Gu Jiajun. When he fought, Zhao Xingwen was still in his mother's womb.
Now, Hou Lang beat Qian Lang to death on the beach. Even though he was also seriously injured, his morale was still at an all-time high.
Xiang Chengfang stayed in Chang'an and never entered the palace. When he heard the shouts and learned that Zhao Xingwen was injured, he ran to General Zhao's residence in a panic.
When Zhao Xingwen was carried to the front of the mansion, Gu Shirou scolded the soldiers who were shouting loudly, for fear of disturbing Mrs. Zhao. She glanced at Zhao Xingwen's injuries, and her heart felt as if it was torn in two.
But she didn't say anything, just looked at her coldly, and in a deep voice ordered the soldiers to quietly go into the room and wait for Xiang Chengfang to come for treatment. Then she went back to her room and told Lingye: "Bring the armor! "
Lingye looked startled: "Madam?"
Gu Shirou tied up her hair high and commanded in a deep voice: "Go!"
Lingye pursed his lips and finally retreated. As a member of the Zhao family, he was naturally more sensitive to the situation in Chang'an.
Although there are military attachés in the court, they have no such experience in defending the city.
It's okay to fight, but not to lead troops.
King Mo only had 40,000 troops in total, and he only brought one general, Lou Hongfang, back to the capital. Now Lou Hongfang is guarding the east gate, Xiao Mubai is guarding the south gate, and even the west gate is temporarily replaced by the Minister of Discipline, Ge Ran.
Although Ge Ran had fought on the battlefield with the emperor, it was twenty years ago. Talents were so scarce that even he had to take orders in the face of danger. You can imagine how bad the war situation was.
Zhao Xingwen originally recommended himself for the North City Gate, but now he was injured and fell down.
Gu Shirou was going to fight for him. Lingye knew that he couldn't persuade her, so the moment he handed her the armor, he also changed into a more powerful outfit.
"What are you doing? Stay in the house and look after Gu Xingwen, don't hold me back." Gu Shirou ordered Lingye while putting on his battle armor.
"Miss, let me go with you!" There was a layer of mist in Lingye's eyes.
When Gu Shirou heard her call, her hand paused.
Ever since she took off her armor to take care of her husband and raise her son, she hasn’t been on the battlefield for many years, and it’s been many years since she heard Ling Ye calling her lady...
Gu Shirou's expression only softened for a moment, and then calmed down again.
Take off your clothes, put on your battle armor, and hold a long whip.
Back then, she looked back with a valiant appearance and said to Lingye Ling with a smile: "Let's go!"
(End of chapter)