C673 Prisoners of Class 673

Zheng Qing Feng's words made Wei Shao's pupils suddenly shrink.

He suddenly thought of how the King Jing found his private army that had been hidden in the capital for five years and had not been discovered by anyone.

If not for the fact that there was a traitor within the army, it would have been impossible for the King Jing to find him.

However, the ones leading the troops had followed his trusted aides for more than ten years. In addition, all of their families were in his hands, so he wouldn't allow any of the main generals to betray him.

As for those soldiers …

The terrain here was extremely remote, and it was almost impossible for anyone to spread information about it. Just what kind of discovery did the King Jing make here?

King Jing...

That young man who always looked so silent was simply too scary.

Thinking like this, Wei Shao's body suddenly trembled, and his eyes unwittingly revealed a trace of fear.

If even this place was known by the King Jing, then his huge army of a hundred thousand men from the northwest would not even have the chance to leave the northwest, let alone enter the capital.

That treacherous bastard Mo Rong Tian, even though he said that he would cooperate with him, he was despicable to the point of cutting off the food from his hundred thousand strong army. This time, if he fell, his hundred thousand army would all be under him.

Shen Ji Hall...

Two hundred thousand soldiers!

He might even be able to make Mo Rong Tian succeed.

Thinking about it this way, Wei Shao's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of viciousness.

Mo Rong Tian, you are unkind and unrighteous, since I am not living a good life, you can forget about having a chance to turn the situation around.

Wei Shao stared at Zheng Qing Feng sinisterly, and asked unwillingly: "How does Yan Yuan know about my private army?"

Seeing Zheng Qing Feng raise an eyebrow, "When you see Prince Jing, Prince Jing will naturally tell you about this. Now that you ask me, I don't know either."

As the sound of his voice faded, he had already stood up from his teacher's chair. "Men, seize this traitor."

How could Wei Shao be willing to surrender so willingly? He placed his hand on his waist and pressed on the sword hilt, wanting to pull it out, but was snatched away by someone else.

An enormous force pressed down on his wrist, directly pushing the sword back into its sheath.

Wei Shao suddenly looked up and saw the still smiling Zheng Qing Feng in front of him. His blood-red eyes were filled with unwillingness.

Zheng Qing Feng's eyes slowly narrowed, and the corner of her lips hooked up into a faint smile that said, "King Wei, this general still recommends that you save some energy and avoid such pointless battles. Do you think you still have the ability to escape from here?"

Wei Shao's gaze, was cold and unsatisfied as it swept across the roughly ten thousand strong army in front of him. Out of the thirty thousand private troops he had hidden here, about ten thousand had already died, and the twenty thousand that were surrounded by the people Zheng Qing Feng had brought had already surrendered long ago. He wanted to rely on these people to charge out, it was almost impossible.

He took a deep breath, and the unwillingness in his eyes grew stronger with the increasing despair.

No! He couldn't lose just like this!

He had been on the defensive step by step for so many years, and had spent so much effort to reach this point. How could he allow himself to be so easily defeated by them?

Thinking this way, he took advantage of when Zheng Qing Feng was not paying attention to take a step back, he suddenly unsheathed his sword and pointed it straight at Zheng Qing Feng.

"General, be careful!"

Zheng Qing Feng slowly narrowed his eyes. The moment the sharp sword tip pointed at him, his body nimbly dodged to the side.

In the next second, everyone saw two figures, one black and one blue, fighting at an extremely fast speed.

Zheng Qing Feng was a lot younger than Wei Shao, and his skills far surpassed Wei Shao's. In less than a quarter of an hour of time while the two of them were fighting, Wei Shao had already begun to fall into a disadvantageous position.

Wei Ling was already scared out of his wits. He had always lived like a prince in the palace and had lived like a playboy. He had never thought that he would become a traitor and be chased everywhere. He was now facing the danger of execution at any time.

At this moment, Wei Ling hated his father to the core. He felt that his father had nothing to do, so he just had a good day. Doing things that hurt others and didn't benefit himself, but most importantly, he had implicated him.

The life he had led in life was now in the hands of his incompetent father.

Let alone these delicious and spicy days, he didn't even know if he would be able to keep his life in the future.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Wei Ling became. He then knelt down towards Zheng Qing Feng, who was still fighting with his father, and kowtowed and said, "Great General, please spare me, Great General, please spare me! This is not my fault, I don't know anything, you can kill my father if you want to, it has nothing to do with me!

When Wei Shao heard his son unhesitatingly push him out to sell, he was disappointed and angry at the same time. He could not help but scold angrily, "You beast, you treat your father like this! "Ahhh!"

When he was fighting with Zheng Qing Feng, Wei Shao's strength was already insufficient, but a moment ago, he gave Zheng Qing Feng a big opportunity, his chest received a big kick from Zheng Qing Feng, and he fell onto the ground in the next second.

Zheng Qing Feng did not have the intention to continue hitting him, but there were already some soldiers approaching and controlling the struggling Wei Shao.

Zheng Qing Feng twisted his neck, and slowly walked to Wei Shao. The current Wei Shao was like a wild beast that did not dare to be arrested, growling out deeply from his throat. His scarlet eyes stared at Zheng Qing Feng fiercely.

Wei Shao glanced at Wei Ling who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing and begging for mercy and said: "King Wei, you have to learn from your son. Look at how loud his kowtow is.

"Humph!" Zheng Qing Feng, you don't need to say such sarcastic words here, didn't Yan Yuan want you to capture me, I will follow you back to see him now, if Yan Yuan does not let me off, I will also not let him off easily, when I see him again, will Yan Yuan regret capturing me today, hahaha ~ ~ ~ ~ "

These words, to everyone present, sounded like Zheng Qing Feng was crazy. He dared to say such words even before he was about to die.

What's there to regret about King Jing capturing a traitor like me?

But Zheng Qing Feng was not that young, although he was arrogant, but this kind of joke made people feel that he was being sarcastic, Wei Shao had no reason to be so rude under such circumstances.

Could it be … What could possibly threaten the Prince Jing in his hands?

Zheng Qing Feng thought about it thoughtfully, but shortly after, he rejected such a thought.

What could Wei Shao possibly have that could threaten Prince Jing? It could be that this shameless prick wanted to use some unorthodox method to frame Prince Jing.

Idiot. He's already a prisoner, but he's still so arrogant.

"Take the two of them and we'll head back to the capital later."