Da Qi has always been the number one enemy of Yan State, because the neighboring environment of the two countries is quite similar, and Da Qi is a little richer than Yan State, so he has been trying to annex Yan State for many years. Thanks to Sikong Han's use of troops like a god, and his strict defense of the northwest front, Da Qi's army returned without success many times, with countless casualties, and never got a single advantage from Sikong Han.
He is such a God of War who defended the territory and people of the Yan Kingdom. His blood and blood contributions are enough to be recorded in the annals of history, but he was beheaded by the tyrant with a frown. He did not think about his great contribution to the Yan Kingdom. The hearts of the people are like nothing.
Now after losing Sikong God of War, the Northwest Army returned with another great victory. While cheering, the people of Zhuolu City couldn't help feeling a little sad in their hearts. They also secretly hoped that the Northwest Army, which was furious after seeing the corpses on the city wall, would be able to encircle them in one fell swoop. Kill the palace, end the tyrant, and avenge General Sikong!
As early as five years ago, everyone in the Yan Kingdom was looking forward to the day when the tyrant would die, from courtiers to beggars, but no one dared to do it.
The common people didn't know it, but after the bloodbath of Chiyun Palace in Dongye, the courtiers got a glimpse of Xuanjia's secret. A hidden guard with unfathomable strength scattered around the tyrant like a shadow, almost inseparable. In just one night, he killed all the soldiers who had been kept by the Minister of War for more than ten years.
They are the key to overthrow Jun Changsheng! As long as they die, where there is no tyrant, the one on the throne is just a cripple.
Sikong Han's eyes were full of undercurrents. He had intuitively felt the depth of the Xuanjia... When he thought about it, he felt a dull ache in his limbs. Although he had changed his body now, the pain of his limbs being twisted had already been rooted in him. in his memory. On the first day after his rebirth, Sikong Han clearly understood that if he wanted to get rid of Jun Changsheng, he had to attack Xuanjia first.
He had a chance when he was in the northwest, but it was a pity that Jun Changsheng called back the six Xuanjia who were stationed in the northwest in time, and missed the opportunity.
Of course, this is not the most embarrassing thing for him. Now Sikong Han's top confidant is naturally the leader of Xuanjia, the hidden guard who can cripple him with one move! If Jun Changsheng hadn't wanted to live, Sikong Han had no doubt that that person could have quietly taken his head, so that he wouldn't even know how he died.
Scary to the extreme.
Sikong Han was known as the God of War in the Yan Kingdom, and even the enemy Daqi regarded him as the number one general, and Sikong Han more or less evaluated himself in this way in his heart. But it wasn't until the night when he was captured that Sikong Han was shocked that there was someone in Yan who surpassed him in martial arts. He, a fierce general, was vulnerable to this person!
This is the real serious problem... Sikong Han closed his eyes, and slowly took a breath to calm himself down.
Jun Zhangyue only thought that he was in a difficult mood, so he just gently stroked his shoulder.
Sikong Han opened his eyes and looked at him with a weary smile. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a chill in the back of his neck, as if someone had put a steel knife on his neck. He was too familiar with this kind of absolute murderous aura...
Sikong Han turned his head abruptly, only to see a slender figure standing on the pole of the King's Banner on the city wall. The man was wearing a black military uniform, standing motionless on the king's flag that even a cat could hardly stand on, and quietly watching the Northwest Army...or at Sikong Han in front of the cavalry.
He wore a steel armor that covered his mouth and nose, only revealing a pair of jackknife-like long eyebrows and gray wolf eyes, holding a blood blade in his hand, black hair fluttering in the wind with the corner of his robe, full of murderous aura Like a mourner, with absolute malice.
Who was that, Sikong Han instantly had the answer in his mind. He felt a chill in his heart, and his whole body froze on the horseback. The overwhelming hatred in his heart when he was just reborn was replaced by fear at this moment, and he just wanted to run for his life!
"What's the matter?" Sensing his abnormality, Jun Zhangyue asked softly, followed his gaze and turned to look, but saw nothing.
Sikong Han was jolted back to his senses by his voice, and then he fixed his eyes and saw that there was no one on the city wall, and there were only people from somewhere on the flagpole of Wang Qi.
"It's nothing..." Sikong Han turned his head with a pale face, and his breathing became disordered inadvertently.
He will never be wrong, this person's skill has reached such a point that he is almost elusive. Sikong Han held the reins tightly, he could hear his heart beating faster, he knew that he was afraid, he was ashamed of himself for being so timid!
He was a person who had died once, and he was able to calmly call out the tyrant after being tortured before his death, but it was because he never thought that he could be reborn.
Only after dying once do you know how terrible death is...
Sikong Han couldn't believe that one day he would be afraid of death.
"I'll go back to the palace to check on Brother Wang's words later, so that others may become suspicious. I'm afraid I won't be able to be with you these few days." After the army was settled, the group went to General Yunhui's mansion first, and Jun Changyue couldn't stay for long , and said goodbye to Sikong Han in a secluded place hiding from others.
He hugged Sikong Han reluctantly, and Sikong Han also couldn't bear him, but at this moment, he just embraced Jun Changyue and didn't speak, as if he was a little absent-minded.
"What's wrong with you?" Jun Zhangyue raised his head and asked him, "You've been restless since you entered the city."
"It's nothing, it's just that Xuanjia 21 is our confidant's serious trouble. Now that we're back in the city, I can't help but hide my hostility. I'm just afraid that I will be impulsive and bad." Sikong Han explained.
For a long time, besides love, Jun Zhangyue still has unparalleled admiration for Sikong Han. How could he tell Jun Zhangyue that there are only lingering fears in his heart, and the hostility has long been counted by that person when he entered the city just now? dissipated...
"I know you hate it very much, and so do I. But although Brother Wang has lost the hearts of the people and is notorious, he still holds the power of life and death, and there are many unfathomable hidden guards around him. We have to plan carefully. All revenge will be avenged." He smiled and gently traced the outline of his lover's face with his fingertips. Although the shell has changed now, the affection in his eyes is still the same.
Sikong Han nodded, looked at the sky and said: "It's getting late, and it will be cold in a few days, you go to the palace."
The two bid farewell reluctantly, one entered the palace, and the other got in touch with the previous arrangement secretly. Sikong Han didn't reveal his identity easily, but just inquired a little about the funeral of the Sikong clan.
The person he contacted was called Zhang Hui, who had listened to orders under his account before, and was loyal to him, so he secretly promoted him to Zhuolu City to infiltrate and enter the army, and work for him. Sikong Han trusted Zhang Hui, at least in some cases. He was sure that Zhang would not lie about things that were not confidential.
"The day the forty-nine members of the Sikong family were cut alive was truly indescribable. So much blood dyed the entire Zhuolu city red. General Sikong heard that the king shot him with an arrow. Compared with his It can be considered lucky, and I will die very quickly." Zhang Hui took a sip of the wine in his mouth, sighed again and again, and then turned the wine plate on the ground, showing his tribute to General Sikong in the underworld.
Sikong Han's breathing became heavier every time he said a word, and his teeth almost gnawed into pieces! He imagined the scene when his family was cut alive, and the hatred in his eyes was about to come out!
At this time Zhang Hui sighed again, and said: "The common people may not know, but our brothers in the Military Aircraft Department know that the reason why General Sikong was spared the punishment of Ling Chi was due to His Royal Highness King Jing's pleading. It's a pity, Jing His Royal Highness is quite favored by the king, but he only has General Sikong in his eyes. After the death of the general, although the king ordered not to worship, he did not mention the rest of the Sikong family. The bones of the forty-nine people are still thrown in Quweipo Well, those of us nowadays dare not touch it. But His Royal Highness King Jing didn’t care about the general after his death, and let the wild beasts gnaw the bones to pieces. I don’t know the rumors about His Royal Highness King Jing’s affection for the general. Is it real."
Sikong Han was startled, and something else slowly grew in his heart.
Zhang Hui squinted at him, elbowed him, and said quietly: "If these words are spread, the watermelon on my neck will be lost. I see that you are the Northwest Army who said it."
"I understand, thank you very much." Sikong Han felt extremely upset, and took the initiative to settle the money for the drink, then left the restaurant in a daze.
At this time, Zhang Hui's regretful and distressed expression disappeared instantly, and he sneered coldly as he watched the direction where Sikong Han disappeared.
After getting the specific news, Sikong Han was smart enough not to go to Quweipo to collect the corpse for his family, but asked General Yunhui to secretly bury the corpse on the spot in Quweipo, so as not to be harassed by wild animals again. This General Yunhui is also a big-hearted man. He has been fighting in the Northwest all year round. He doesn't know how many people have died because of the Sikong clan, and he doesn't know whether the tyrant is as fierce as the rumors. Sikong Han just agreed after he finished speaking.
In the evening, Sikong Han was half drunk in his room, bowed deeply in the direction of Qu Weipo, and shed hot tears all over the floor.
At the same time, in Chiyun Palace, Nie Jia had just come out of the bath, leaning against the bed with messy black hair, while Chen was playing chess. Your Majesty, although His Highness King Jing has returned from the Northwest Army, he has already entered the palace to ask for an audience outside the palace, and is waiting."
Before Nie Jia could speak, Shi Chen said indifferently, "Then let him wait."
Nie Jia glanced at him with a faint smile, said, "I won."
Shi Chen smiled and said, "You can always beat me, are you still interested in playing again?"
Nie Jia twisted a cold chess piece and looked at Shi Chen's collarbone with charming eyes, and said slowly: "This is boring, why don't we change the game? Whoever loses should take off a piece of clothing."
"Naughty." Shi Chen's eyes were gentle.
The old eunuch didn't dare to listen anymore, seeing that the king didn't intend to see King Jing, he knew it, and hurried down with his head down.
When Jun Zhangyue saw the old eunuch come out, he thought Brother Wang was going to see him, and was about to go in, but someone stopped him.