The first cavalryman to enter the imperial city and the flag bearer standing beside him had just time to raise their heads amidst the exclamations of the rebels.
The tiny silver needle pierced the cavalry's forehead. The cavalry saw a flash of silver light under the scorching sun, and the next moment he lost his life, and his head fell from the back of the horse.
Accompanied by a loud "bang" sound, Xia Chu also finished his sentence: "Looking for death..."
Many people have not yet reacted. Including the rebels and the soldiers in the imperial city, tens of thousands of people looked at the scene in front of them stupidly, and they still couldn't believe their eyes.
I saw a thin young man in green walking on the wind.
The cavalryman fell to the ground inexplicably, and he hit the ground with his head, causing blood to fly out of his head.
Therefore, no one saw the silver needle at all.
Except... the flag-bearer beside him.
Because, his hand was also shot by a silver needle, and the dragon flag fell to the ground...
Deathly silence and cold terror spread strangely in front of Danfeng Gate.
The rebels looked stupidly at the cavalrymen who were instantly covered in blood, not knowing how to react.
But that horse is different from people. Even if it is a war horse that is only one in a thousand, when it saw this scene and felt the killing intent of the silver needle, its biological instinct made the horse look up to the sky and neigh. After being frightened, it ran away to the side and rear. stand up.
But the flag bearer's mind was different from everyone else's. He neither looked at the fallen cavalry nor paid attention to the galloping horses.
He... recognized Xia Chu at the moment when a green figure approached.
This flag bearer was none other than Si Bai Rongxing, the original general envoy.
Bai Rongxing originally just wanted to show off his achievements in front of Xiao Yanjun. Firstly, he couldn't lead troops, and secondly, he couldn't fight.
As the former third-rank general affairs envoy who followed Xiao Yanjun and rebelled out of the palace, Bai Rongxing could only seize the opportunity and nominate himself for the position of standard bearer.
However, at this moment, he seemed to have gone crazy in an instant. He didn't care about the dragon flag that fell to the ground and ran away. As he ran, he shouted: "The innocent soul of the little marquis is here... "
"The wronged soul is here..."
When he turned around, he also stepped on the dragon flag on the ground. The dragon flag was rolled up into a ball and looked very unbearable.
The tens of thousands of soldiers in the imperial city were still in deathly silence at this time, but their eyes had moved from the cavalry who fell to the ground in the square to the flag.
The dragon flag that represented the royal dignity of the Xiao Kingdom and the will of the rebels, that flag that should always fly in front of the rebels, the flag that never fell, actually fell to the ground miserably like this...
Xia Chu hit the target with one blow, and had already turned around. When the rebels came to their senses, they shot arrows all over the sky, hitting the left and right horizontal bars, and jumped back to the roof.
He tapped his toes lightly and flew into the air again.
No arrow... can catch up to his speed!
Xia Chu was not stingy at this moment and used the Qing Gong he had learned to the extreme.
When the rebels heard the call of the flag bearer, Shi Fuqiu waved his right hand, and the archers in the Shi family army opened their bows and fired arrows one after another.
But the arrow couldn't even scratch a corner of Xia Chu's clothes. The rebels were shocked by his shocking light skills, and couldn't help but remember the words Bai Rongxing roared in their hearts: "The wronged soul is here..."
This is not a light skill that a human can perform. Could it be that he is really the innocent soul of the young marquis
Xia Chu, who was above the imperial city, squinted at this scene, pushed Xiao Mubai's shoulder beside him, and said with a proud smile: "How is it?"
Xiao Mubai didn't respond. He looked at her in the sunlight with a helpless and conniving smile. He stretched out his hand and touched her smug eyebrows lightly, thinking that when Xiao Yanjun raised an army for the first time, even the dragon flag was frightened. It is really embarrassing for the royal family to be trampled on the ground.
The soldiers above the imperial city suddenly burst into cheers in unison. These cheers undoubtedly slapped the faces of the tens of thousands of rebels below the imperial city.
At this moment, Bai Rongxing, who had lost his flag empty-handed, had roared all the way back to the rebel camp.
He kept saying words of "unjust soul and demanding life", his head was lowered and his whole body was shaking...
At this moment, he couldn't care less about what kind of military treatment he was about to face.
The hundred cavalrymen in the rebel camp gradually separated. Xiao Yanjun, dressed in bright armor, slowly walked out under the guard of several generals without even looking at him.
The long sword was unsheathed and a cold light flashed.
The word "Wrongful Soul Suo" in Bai Rongxing's mouth got stuck in his throat and stopped suddenly, and he lost his life in an instant...
"As a flag bearer, this is such an honorable duty. Bai Rongxing accidentally dropped the dragon flag to the ground. I will execute him on the spot!" Xiao Yanjun looked calm and his voice was cold, with a chilling aura around him. Dressed in green clothes on top of the city tower.
Xia Chu was actually not dead!
Cheng Zhaobing also rode out at this time, came to Xiao Yanjun's side and said angrily: "The two armies are fighting, and those who retreat and become timid will be killed!"
He had just seen his son die tragically, naked, with a knife through his heart.
Therefore, Cheng Zhaobing's heart was filled with overwhelming anger.
The sound of the word 'kill' was filled with blood-stained sorrow, causing the rebels behind them to tremble when they heard it, and they all took a step forward.
After Cheng Zhaobing roared angrily, he pinched the horse's belly, and his horse rushed out like lightning. In an instant, it galloped out of the rebel camp and went straight to the side that fell to the ground in front of the Danfeng Palace... the dragon flag curled up on the ground!
Not all of the tens of thousands of rebels knew the former Minister of War, but they all saw what Cheng Zhaobing was going to do. Their hearts were shocked and their blood rushed to the edge. Tens of thousands of people roared in unison and screamed rhythmically.
Amidst the ferocious roars of the crowd, the war horse under Cheng Zhaobing was like a flying dragon, its four hooves seemed to be flying into the air, and it pierced directly in front of the Danfeng Palace gate like a sharp arrow.
Before he took up the post of Minister of War, he was also a fierce general who fought with Shi Fuqiu on the battlefield.
Now, riding alone in an empty square with everyone watching, galloping under the imperial city, fearless of the inexplicable death of the cavalryman just now, how heroic it is.
His horse speed was extremely fast, and his horse-control skills were even more impressive. He rushed straight to the Danfeng Gate in a straight line. He was full of momentum. It only took him a moment to rush to the center of the square.
The rebels held their breath, fearing that he would fall to the ground inexplicably like the glorious cavalry just now.
Xia Chu squinted at this scene, feeling that in just a blink of an eye, Cheng Zhaobing had already rushed to his feet and in front of the dragon flag.
When the two armies meet, the momentum comes first. Throwing the flag breaks the momentum, and grabbing the flag also boosts the morale of the troops.
Cheng Zhaobing drove to the dragon flag without slowing down. Using his superb riding skills, he put one foot on the pedal, reached down with his right hand, and easily picked up the dragon flag.
Even the soldiers above the imperial city were shocked by the riding skills he showed.
Not everyone in the rebels knew Cheng Zhaobing, but all the soldiers in the imperial city could recognize it at a glance. The proud flag-picker was none other than Cheng Zhaobing, Minister of War!
(End of chapter)