C403 determination

Yue Pengju bellowed and waved his spear, pulling the power of the pursuers towards the west gate. The soldiers that were like tidewaters rushed up madly. They did not even shoot any arrows, but had to be rewarded with brave men, who all wanted to fight and run forward to kill Yue Pengju with their own hands — — That was something that would make the world famous.

However, other than Qin Gui's death soldiers, the rest of them slowed down, especially the group of Yuelin Army, they even secretly lingered around, wanting to leave this credit to Qin Gui or Zhang Jun — because even now, they did not know what crime Yue Pengju had committed. Until now, the imperial government had yet to produce any concrete evidence to prove the guilt of the Empire's number one general!

He didn't need to do anything!

If history were to open its eyes in the future, who would be willing to have their name be carved onto the tombstone of a famous general using the identity of the murderer? Therefore, they all held their spears and sabers as they crazily shouted and slowly pursued.

Especially Xu Caizhi, he really wanted to jump down from the horse, but he could only pretend to put in a lot of effort. He could only watch as Qin Gui proudly waved the flag, his short body was like a crazy and deformed woodchuck, his wretched head emitted a kind of extremely terrifying and vicious light.

"If you kill Yue Pengju, you will be rewarded with ten thousand gold … Ten thousand taels of gold … "Zhang Family, up …"

Zhang Jun, was afraid that Qin Gui would take the credit for himself in the end.

The Death Soldiers and "Zhang Army" that swarmed forward had already lost their role as archers. They could only retreat, leaving a huge open space for the tens of thousands of people to kill.

Yue Pengju took his last breath, his spear dancing horizontally across his body. His eyes were completely blurred by the blood splattered all over, it was unknown if it was his own or the enemy's.

Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, wounds as numerous as the clouds; he had completely lost all feeling of pain. Blood poured out, and his anger had yet to subside. A huge saber cut into his back. His head tilted, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, shooting towards his enemy like an arrow.

Sunlight

Sunlight

Sunlight

His body was swaying, but his legs were standing straight. He roared three times:

I must kill Zhao Deji in my next life!

I must kill Zhao Deji in my next life!

I must kill Zhao Deji in my next life!

This roar shook the heaven and earth, even Qin Gui's deathsworn and Zhang Family Army couldn't help but stop in their tracks, and no longer dared to raise their spears to attack. Even Qin Gui and Zhang Jun were stunned by this "treason" that shook the heavens and earth.

With three loud roars, the hero of the generation fell to the ground, dead.

Qin Gui woke up from his stupor and said in a high-pitched voice, "Quick, slaughter the corpses …"

"Slaughter corpses …"

Everyone hesitated, but no one actually dared to go up. All they could do was retreat, and once again, retreat.

With a loud bang, flames soared to the sky and smoke filled the air. Like a giant bat, a monk descended from the sky like a black cloud. The crowd only felt as if Wu Yun had pressed down on them. Miserable cries of agony sounded out repeatedly as the firearm's power shook them until they swayed left and right.

Qin Gui's voice changed to that of a eunuch who changed his tone, "Quickly, take down our comrades... "Reward …"

The soldiers finally found the tall corpse at the corner of the wall in front of them.

Within his tattered clothes, pieces of snowflakes fell onto a piece of paper that was stained red with blood. It was a piece of paper that had once been rubbed into creases, and after a dozen years, although it had turned slightly yellow, it still remained neat and tidy, with three words on it:

Yue Pengju!

Snowflakes covered the area silently.

Hua Rong's body flew up and then fell down like a broken kite, landing on the snowy ground outside.

In the darkness, a group of Death Soldiers rushed out. The Black s were all wearing black armor, and were all Qin Gui's Death Soldiers. Qin Gui advanced step by step, using a speed even faster than Zhang Jun to mobilize his deathsworn, secretly setting up defenses, hoping to eliminate the enemy.

Hua Rong's body fell onto the snowy ground. She was weak, every bone in her body had been completely crushed, and was unable to piece together. She could only lie down and roll her eyes.

Where is it? Where was it?

Axe, Sharp Blade, Meteor Hammer... Wrapped in the wind, her head, feet, waist, limbs, he wanted to tear her into pieces.

She closed her eyes, she was too tired, she held the lesser arch tightly in her hands, but she could not lift it up.

"Little girl …"

A voice filled with grief, anger, despair, and sorrow rang out. A black figure rolled on the ground, blocking all the incoming blades.

Broken limbs, flesh and blood dancing in the air, one saber, merciless.

"Girl …" "Little girl …"

Hua Rong could no longer open her eyes, and could not see the person who was embracing him at all. The blood that was covering her body was like a tide that flooded his hands, soaking his chest, and faintly, asked him: "Pengju, where's Pengju … I really want to see him again … "

He screamed with all his might, "Girl … "Little girl …"

Her hand hung limply, her long eyelashes red, like a dead butterfly.

Another loud sound rang out, the resplendent Flower of Death in the dark night. The Death Soldiers all retreated, trampling on each other and fell down in groups. The bloody smell merged with the air and merged with the snowflakes, creating a red rain.

In his last conscious state, he heard a majestic singing voice that was very clear:

Furious, he rested on the fence and in the rain. Looking up, he howled loudly towards the sky with great vigor. Thirty achievements, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Mo Xianshi's face was pale and filled with grief.

The shame of Jing Kang was still fresh in his heart; when would the hatred of his subjects be extinguished? Driving a long car is broken, Helan Mountain is short. He ate the meat of the barbarians and talked about drinking the blood of the Huns. From the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, to the sky.

The person in his arms was as light as a feather and unbearably heavy. It was as if he would die every minute and every second. He was too late! In the end, he was still too late! King Qin waved the big blade in his hand. He no longer had any other thoughts, he only knew: Kill, kill, kill! Kill all the culprits and evils, kill all those who harm the little girl.

Miserable screams came one after another. He didn't know if it was him or someone else who killed them, but he had completely lost his mind. He only had one thought in mind: Leave, quickly take the girl out of this scary place. Let her be safe, always safe.

In front of them was a fork in the road, of the nine guards who were accompanying them, only two were left. One of them said in a low voice, "My King, quick, turn left …"

Without hesitation, he picked up someone and ran to the left. Behind him, a group of Qin Manor soldiers stood at the intersection of the dark night. They held torches in their hands, exuding a murderous aura.

"Where did the fugitive go?"

"Left?"

"Right?"

The person in the lead hesitated slightly, "Separate them into two. We must eliminate them by their roots."

During this moment of hesitation, he secretly shot out a dark arrow like a locust swarm. Everyone cried out miserably and fell to the ground. The men in the dark were not gentle in the slightest when it came to trying to kill. They had almost killed all the warriors around them.

The drifting snowflakes were at the darkest moment before dawn. Bursting sounds came in bursts, as the Da Song's New Year's Eve had arrived.

Riding on a horse, Wu Qimai came out of the forest and asked anxiously: "Fourth Prince, are you going to chase him?"

Jin Wushu looked at the corpses on the ground, his heart was shocked, and his mind was in a mess.

"Fourth Prince, you have to find her before she dies …" Wu Qimai was the only one who knew that Fourth Prince had been poisoned. In a sense, Hua Rong's safety could be considered one of Fourth Prince's. Right now, Hua Rong was already on the verge of death, if he did not obtain the antidote, the Fourth Prince would not be able to live.

Jin Wushu stood in place, his eyes filled with the blurry, bloody figure with disheveled hair at dawn. There was even a moment when he could distinctly feel the stench of her blood on his body. His mind was somewhat numb. He could not react in time and was blocked by broken limbs on the ground. Compared to the night at Little Shang Bridge during the bloody battle, he was more than a hundred times more terrified!

His biggest opponent had finally died!

The woman he liked the most was also badly mangled!

Was this the result he had been waiting for?

His breathing hastened, and he was unable to speak. In his crippled right hand, his remaining three fingers firmly held onto the halberd, as urgent chasing sounds once again rang out beside his ears.

Wu Qimai said anxiously: "Fourth Prince, let's go quickly, Song Jun is chasing us …"

He subconsciously turned around and ran towards the right side of the fork. With a wave of Wu Qimai's hand, the rest of them immediately followed along.

At the South Gate.

When the guard in charge saw the group of officer army rushing over, he anxiously let them go and asked loudly: Where's Yue Pengju?

The leader of the officers replied loudly, "He's already dead. "Withdraw your troops."

The sky to the east was already white, but the bright, swaying torches of the city blocked the light. The people who woke up early had already pushed open the windows and started shouting. There were chicken, duck, fish, fruits and vegetables, and the Lian City was about to start its new day.

There were more than ten corpses lying around. The smell of burnt stink bombs filled the air, along with the smell of sulphur and many soldiers' hair. Yue Pengju's body was badly mutilated, his chest and back were already half burnt. One of the soldiers took the slip of paper and took out a jade ring from near his body.

Under the bright torch, Qin Gui personally examined the corpse of the tall man who had a head full of beard and hair. His body, attire and the things on him showed that he was Yue Pengju without a doubt. Moqi Wai also stepped forward to take a closer look and said in surprise, "That's right, this is Yue Pengju." Qin Gui heaved a sigh of relief, staring at his sworn enemy. Da Song's first general had finally been completely eradicated by him.

He stood up, waved his hand, and shouted with all his strength: "The traitor Yue Pengju has been executed!"

"The traitor Yue Pengju has been executed!"

He was dancing, screaming, triumphant, as if he had won the greatest battle of his life. Good, the feeling of victory.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun felt discontent in his heart. Unwilling to be the second person to claim credit for his actions, he shouted out, "traitorous Yue Pengju, annihilate them. Withdraw your troops."

However, the crowd did not cheer as they had expected. Only the Zhang Family's soldiers echoed, "Retreat!" The soldiers didn't want to look at the corpse of the empire's general. They couldn't help but be confused, "Why didn't Yue Xiang Gong die on the battlefield, but instead died in the hands of his own men?" Naturally, they did not dare to question him. They quickened their pace and quickly retreated.

smirked. In the past, he still maintained a certain degree of courtesy, but ever since Lifelong Prime Minister wrote the terms of agreement, he had made it public without restraint. Now that Yue Pengju had died, he did not put Zhang Jun in his eyes anymore. Zhang Jun was embarrassed, he became even more angry, but he still had to lower his head in front of Qin Gui.

The sky gradually brightened.

However, the clouds were still pressing down on the snow. The sky was filled with swirling snowflakes, as if this New Year's Eve would never stop.