Chapter 679

The first cavalry to enter the imperial city and the flag bearer standing next to him just had time to raise their heads amid the screams of the rebels.

The tiny silver needle ran through the cavalry's eyebrows. The cavalry saw a flash of silver under the scorching sun. The next moment they had lost their lives and fell off the horse's back.

With a loud crash, he finished his sentence at the beginning of summer: "die..."

Many people haven't reacted yet. Tens of thousands of people, including the rebels and the soldiers in the Imperial City, looked at the scene foolishly and couldn't believe their eyes.

I saw a thin young man in blue coming in the wind.

The cavalry fell to the ground for no reason. He hit the ground and hit his head with blood foam.

So no one saw the silver needle at all.

Except... The flag bearer next to him.

Because his hand was also shot by a silver needle, and the Dragon flag fell to the ground

Dead silence and cold horror spread treacherously in front of the Danfeng gate.

The rebels looked at the cavalry in front of them foolishly and didn't know how to react.

But the horse was different from people. Even the one in a million war horses saw this scene and felt the killing intention of the silver needle. The biological instinct made the horse hiss up to the sky, and then ran away to the side and rear.

The flag bearer, however, had a different mind from everyone. He neither looked at the fallen cavalry nor paid attention to the galloping horses.

He... Recognized the beginning of summer when he approached with a blue shadow.

This flag bearer is Si Bairong, the former Minister of foreign affairs.

Bai Rongxing just wanted to lick his merits in front of Xiao Yanjun. He could not lead the army and fight.

As the former three grade general secretary who defected from the palace with Xiao Yanjun, Bai Rongxing can only seize the opportunity to introduce himself to the position of flag bearer.

However, at the moment, he seemed to be suffering from a loss of heart madness in an instant. Regardless of the Dragon flag falling to the ground, he ran away and ran away. While running quickly, he shouted: "the wronged soul of the young marquis is coming..."

"Here comes the wronged soul..."

As he turned around, he stepped on the Dragon flag on the ground. The Dragon flag rolled up under his eyes and looked very unbearable.

Tens of thousands of soldiers in the imperial city were still dead 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 represents the royal dignity of the state of Xiao and the will of the rebels, the flag that should always fly in front of the rebels, and the flag that doesn't fall down, unexpectedly fell to the ground

At the beginning of the summer, he was hit by a blow. He had already turned around and shot the left and right horizontal bars in the sky feather arrows from the rebels and jumped back to the roof.

He flicked his toes and soared again.

No arrow... Can catch up with his speed!

At the beginning of summer, he was generous and gave full play to his lightness skills.

When the rebels heard the call of the flag bearer, Shi Fuqiu waved his right hand, and the archers in Shi's army opened their bows and arrows, pouring out round after round.

But the feather arrow couldn't even wipe a corner of his clothes in early summer. The rebels were shocked by his shocking lightness skill. They couldn't help but roar with Bai Rongxing's words: "the evil soul is coming..."

This is not a lightness skill that people can use. Is it really the soul of the little Marquis?

The early summer on the Imperial City squinted at this scene, pushed his shoulder to Xiao mubai beside him, smiled proudly and said, "how's it going?"

Xiao mubai didn't answer. He looked at her in the sunlight, smiled helplessly and connivantly, stretched out his hand and gently touched her complacent eyebrows. He thought that when Xiao Yanjun first set up the army, even the Dragon flag was scared to fall to the ground and trampled on. He really lost the face of the royal family.

The soldiers on the imperial city suddenly burst into cheers in unison. These cheers undoubtedly slapped a big mouth on the faces of tens of thousands of rebels under the imperial city.

At this time, Bai Rongxing, who lost his flag empty handed, had roared all the way back to the rebel camp.

The words of avenging souls and claiming lives kept on in his mouth, his head bowed and his whole body trembled

At this moment, I don't care what kind of military regulations I will face.

The hundred cavalry of the rebel camp gradually separated. Xiao Yanjun, dressed in bright armor, slowly came out under the guard of several senior generals without looking at him.

The long sword came out of its scabbard and the cold light flashed.

Bai Rongxing's word "wronged soul rope" stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly, which was an instant loss of life

"As a flag bearer, what a glorious job it is. Bai Rongxing dropped the Dragon flag to the ground. The crown prince put it in place!" Xiao Yanjun's face was quiet and his voice was indifferent. He looked at the blue clothes on the tower with a sense of killing.

At the beginning of summer, I didn't die!

Cheng zhaobing also hurried his horse out at this time, came to Xiao Yanjun and said angrily: "the two armies have a confrontation. If they retreat, they will be killed!"

He had just seen the tragic death of his son, naked and stabbed through his heart.

Therefore, Cheng zhaobing's heart was filled with towering anger.

The word "cut" was so pathetic that the rebels behind them were shocked and took one step forward.

After Cheng zhaobing roared, he caught his horse's belly. The horse under his seat swept out like lightning. In an instant, he galloped out of the rebel camp and went straight to the side in front of the Danfeng palace that fell to the ground... The Dragon flag curled up on the ground!

Not all the tens of thousands of rebels knew the former Minister of the Ministry of war, but they all saw what Cheng zhaobing was going to do. They were shocked and rushed up with blood. Tens of thousands of people roared in unison and shouted rhythmically.

In this kind of iron blood and awe inspiring cry, the war horse under Cheng zhaobing's seat is like a flying dragon, with its four hoofs like flying in the air, and stabbed straight in front of the Danfeng palace like a sharp arrow.

Before taking up the post of minister of the Ministry of war, he was also a fierce general who fought with Shi Fuqiu on the battlefield.

At present, riding alone in the high-profile open square and under the Imperial City, fearless of the inexplicable death of the cavalry just now, how heroic.

His horse was very fast, and his skill of controlling the horse was even better. He rushed straight to the Danfeng door with great momentum. It took him only a moment to rush to the middle of the square.

The rebels held their breath for fear that he would fall to the ground like the glorious cavalry just now.

At the beginning of summer, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the scene. He felt as if he was just blinking. Cheng zhaobing had rushed to his feet and in front of the Dragon flag.

When the two armies meet, the momentum is the first. Throwing the flag is to break the momentum, and grabbing the flag is also to inspire the morale of the army.

Cheng zhaobing drove to the Dragon flag without slowing down. With superb riding skills, he hung and pedaled on one foot, put his right hand down, and easily picked up the Dragon flag.

Even the soldiers on the imperial city were shocked and respected by his one handed riding.

Not everyone in the Rebel Army knows Cheng zhaobing, but all the soldiers in the imperial city can recognize at a glance. The heroic flag picker is Cheng zhaobing, the Minister of the Ministry of war!