Chapter 502: Killing King Heng
From the moment when the artillery fire of the Shenji Camp covered the battlefield, there was no suspense in this battle.
On the watchtower, King Heng looked pale, his hands tightly clutched the horizontal railing in front of him, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were raised.
He stared at the front, and the surrounding strategists and civil servants did not dare to breathe. He had no confidence or pride on his face.
Only the terrified heart, incredible, and... fear!
No one expected that the Qingzhou soldiers would be defeated so quickly. When artillery fire covered the battlefield and chariots fell, the smile on their faces had disappeared.
When the "Little Prince" began to charge and strangled the nearly collapsed Qingzhou rebels with high morale, the "chess" game also reached the "final" stage. "Prince!" Everyone saw that King Heng's body suddenly staggered and almost fell down, and they were shocked.
But soon, King Heng stood firm again, but his face was as pale as gold paper.
Failed! Failed!
Even though Wei Xianzong was still trying his best to resist below, the elite rebels in Qingzhou still had the power to fight, but in the eyes of King Heng, in this battle, he attacked the capital and his ambition to ascend the throne and become emperor was completely ruined.
"Prince, the Qianli Tube has been taken!"
At this time, the follower panted and rushed to the lookout table and presented a "teleoscope" in his hand.
Heng Wang closed his eyes, took a deep breath until his chest bulged, and then exhaled heavily, trying his best to restore his calm posture.
He reached out his hand calmly, took the beautifully shaped and expensive lens barrel, raised it, clasped one end on his right eye, and aimed at the battlefield at the other end.
Then, the originally blurred scene suddenly came into his eyes. He saw the central army, who had already been on his horse in armor, and urged the military officers to join forces to resist.
Seeing the silver armor and silver helmet, swinging the sword into the military formation, like Tang Ping entering the uninhabited realm.
I saw the fanged beast lying on the ground, and had lost its breath and had its head blown to pieces.
Finally, King Heng raised the camera and looked at a group of five military camp generals who were also watching the battle on a mountain in the distance, as well as...
A handsome young man who had just dropped his pear core.
In the camera, Zhao Duan seemed to sense King Heng's gaze, his bright eyes looked straight at each other, and a curve rose from the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Duan raised his right hand, put his five fingers together, and made a "slicing throat" gesture at his throat. "Ah——"
Heng Wang took two steps back in shock, and couldn't hold the Qianli Tube in his hand, and fell to the ground, rolling under everyone's feet.
"Prince..." The strategist was stunned, and hurriedly bowed flatteringly, picked up the lens barrel on the ground with both hands, and was about to say something when he suddenly heard a low sound of cannons in his ears.
Everyone on the lookout platform subconsciously looked up and immediately their souls burst out. A cannonball wrapped in flames flew straight towards them.
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"What a pity, the accuracy is still a little worse." On the top of the mountain, Zhao Duan looked at the rebel camp in disappointment. Although the shell successfully passed into the enemy camp, the landing point was hundreds of meters away from the watchtower.
The range is too long and the accurate head is uncontrollably descent. After this gun, King Heng and others fled and lost the best opportunity to "shoot the prince".
"Practical experience is still lacking, but after this battle, the Shenji Battalion's mastery of new firearms will be taken to the next level."
Zhao Duan sighed, then turned around and looked at the large group of generals of the Five Military Camp behind him with a smile: "Commander Yuan, why don't you speak?"
At this moment, the senior generals of the Five Military Camp led by Yuan Feng were all dumbfounded, staring at the one-sided battlefield at the foot of the mountain, with the words "shock" written on their faces.
Is this the Shenji Camp we remember? Is this the power of a new firearm? It was obvious that during the exercise last year, it was far from this...
The commander with a national face stood stunned, and the roar of artillery fire was still echoing in his mind.
When he witnessed the camp at the foot of the mountain, after Tang Ping's charge, the musket team led by Shi Meng went out of the camp and used a musket to assist in pushing the Qingzhou rebels, this shock and fear reached the top. "Mr. Zhao...this is..." Yuan Feng's Adam's apple rolled down fiercely, with a hint of imperceptible tremor in his voice.
The other military officers beside him also had similar expressions, looking at Zhao Duan as if he was almost proof. "That's right, this is my new firearm in Shenji Camp." Zhao Duan smiled and nodded, and said modestly:
"I made my first appearance, but I was not embarrassed."
It's not just shameless? It's simply crushing!
After the shock, the generals became excited, not only for this victory, but also because, both in the Beijing Camp, as long as the firearms are sufficient, they can also obtain the use of new firearms. "No wonder King Jing rebeled and tried his best to steal the drawings of firearms." A senior military officer sighed, with deep fear hidden in his eyes:
"If the Jianchengdao rebels also had such weapons, I am afraid that the envoy Xue may not be able to defend Linfeng." Zhao Duan smiled but said nothing.
The firearm version stolen by King Jing is too far behind, not only the generational gap between weapons, but also the understanding of the entire tactical level, which is very different.
However, there is no need to tell these people about this. "Okay, this battle has been settled, but it's time to celebrate, so you can't run away for King Heng." Zhao Duan curled his smile and walked down the mountain:
"Commander Yuan, leave it to you to clean up the battlefield. I will capture the king first."
Are you arresting the prince...Is he expected that King Heng would escape? Yuan Feng's heart moved and nodded in response.
Watching Zhao Duan mastered his light skills, he floated away. He boosted his spirits and hurriedly led his men down the mountain and returned to the military camp to capture the rebel prisoners and expand the results of the battle.
The fifth military camp could no longer earn the credit, but he could not do nothing.
And just as he returned to the camp, a low-ranking military officer suddenly rushed over:
"My commander, Prince Heng couldn't stand the punishment and recruited a lot of things."
What? Isn't it possible to withstand this trick? Yuan Feng's expression was strange.
The Qingzhou Army was defeated, you surrendered...
"Take it to me," Even though it didn't make much sense, Yuan Feng curiously took over the confession of Xu Zudi and quickly read it.
Then, people around noticed that their commander suddenly was stunned, staring at some of the contents of the confession, and remained motionless.
"No, Lord Zhao is in danger!"
Yuan Feng's expression changed and he suddenly looked up:
"Come back Lord Zhao!"
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"Prince?"
In the Qingzhou Army camp, a servant of the royal palace who was left behind in the back camp was surprised to see King Heng running from the front.
The military camp was huge and was isolated when camping. The area where the royal palace camp was located was at the end of the entire military camp, and it was also the safest area.
The two armies in the front were fighting. The royal family generals and accompanying royal servants in the back camp were unable to get a glimpse of the whole picture due to their perspective. They only heard the rumbling cannons and the shouts of killing in front.
I still don’t know what the situation of the battle ahead is, I just habitually think that it is another great victory.
It was a big surprise to see King Heng suddenly return.
"Prepare the car immediately and wait for me in the camp!" King Heng's face was gloomy and he urged him urgently.
The servant was stunned for a moment and wanted to ask what happened, but when King Heng glanced over, he did not dare to ask and went to prepare.
Heng King's face was as gloomy as water, and finally turned his head to glance at the shouts of killing in front of him. After almost being bombarded, he immediately fled from the observation deck, found an excuse to leave the rest of the people, and hurried back alone.
At this time, I quickly walked out of my own tent, opened the curtain, and covered the mat on the ground inside the tent. At this moment, the two beautiful concubines looked at the returned prince in surprise, and their faces were instinctively smiling: "Prince..."
One concubine saw the prince's expression and his heart tightened, and subconsciously asked: "Prince, what accident happened in the war ahead..."
King Heng suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the two beautiful concubines who were taken to the army by him even when they went on a war. Suddenly, he muttered nervously: "Keep you are also defiled and lost my face."
The two concubines instinctively sensed the danger, stopped and smiled: "Your Majesty..."
The next second, King Heng suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, and then cut the two concubines to death in a pool of blood.
Without stopping, I quickly walked to the corner, squatted down, took out a bronze key from my waist, and unscrewed a special metal box on the ground.
Pick up a half-body armor with a fiery red color and black human face on the front.
Heng Wang quickly took off his gorgeous coat, put his armor inside, and then took out a set of low-key and simple clothes from the bottom of the box, which was no different from his servants, and quickly replaced it.
Then the clothes were thrown into the box and locked them. After doing all this, he bypassed the bodies of two beautiful concubines on the ground and hurriedly left the tent.
After hesitating for a moment, he turned his head and rushed into another remote tent nearby. "Prince?" The two guards outside the account were stunned for a moment, with confusion.
Heng Wang had a stern face: "There is the person inside?"
"Here you are here. Don't worry, we will keep you safe."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one book, one book, one bar, one read!
"Yeah, that's good." King Heng nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly burst out, and the sword light flashed by, and two defenseless generals were stabbed to death by him.
With the body, King Heng opened the tent with his blood-stained blade, and saw a woman tied up in the tent.
The woman's hair is black, her face is round and grand, her appearance is not bad, and her dark horse-faced skirt has an extraordinary texture. She is the female head of the Xiao family in Donghu, Xiao Dong'er, from Qingzhou.
Mrs. Xiao was tied up with his hands and feet with his hands and feet bent on his side, sitting on the ground with his back against a box.
Holding his head, his eyes closed, and he was drowsy. His originally smooth skin was wiped out and he lost weight.
Hearing the movement, he raised his head and opened his eyelids. Seeing King Heng in plain clothes and rushing in with a long blood-stained sword, he was instinctively stunned.
Then she listened to the shouts of killing outside, and suddenly laughed sarcastically: "Are you finally defeated? Haha, isn't you going to run away in this dress of a dignified prince?"
Xiao Dong'er has not been satisfied in the past six months. After the Huting meeting last year, she publicly surrendered to the court and became an "imperial merchant" and completely broke up with the Heng Palace.
The situation of the Xiao family in Qingzhou became bad, but at that time, Prince Heng did not dare to do too much, and it was just a secret means of attack.
Until the Empress failed to be in Fengshan and the Eight Kings rebelled, King Heng immediately ordered the Xiao family to take over.
However, because the foundation of the Xiao family in Donghu is deeply rooted, it is not easy to remove it in a short period of time. King Heng was eager to go to Beijing and had no time to clean up the Xiao family.
Worried that this big family was causing trouble behind the scenes, they simply locked part of their tribe into the dungeon of the royal palace, and tied Xiao Dong'er, the female head of the family, to the army.
This will restrain the Xiao family and make this local clan afraid of the rat.
However, according to King Heng's plan, once he enters the capital, the Xiao family loses its value, and Xiao Dong'er's ending can be imagined.
"Bitch!"
After Mrs. Xiao's sarcasm, King Heng was angry. He slapped Xiao Dong'er hard, and the female head turned her head, a palm print appeared on her fair cheek, and blood was also oozing from the corner of her mouth.
The contempt in her eyes was even stronger. She spat gently and raised her face as big as a palm in a mad manner: "Coward, if you have the affair, you kill me. It seems that I was right to surrender to the envoy Zhao. What else would you do if you are a waste of yourself, besides being arrogant, dreaming of being an emperor, and bullying women?"
The King Heng's face suddenly became gloomy, but he did not really use a knife. Instead, he held the knife in one hand and dragged Mrs. Xiao roughly with the other hand, walked out of the tent, and sneered:
"Then you'd better hope that the young man named Zhao can come to save you."
Xiao Dong'er was stunned for a moment and captured the hidden information in King Heng's words.
But before she could confirm, King Heng rudely pulled out of the barracks.
Back to the barracks, the servant had already prepared a carriage. When he saw the prince walking with a knife, his heart broke out and he was trembling: "Prince, you are..."
King Heng said nothing, threw Mrs. Xiao, who was constantly cursing, into the carriage, and then hacked the driver to death with his backhand.
Then he jumped onto the carriage, shook the reins himself, waved the whip, drove the carriage along the road, and fled towards Qingzhou at a rapid speed.
He actually left the entire Qingzhou army and fled alone!
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"Drive!Drive!"
On the empty official road, a carriage galloped, throwing the shouts of killing behind him.
Soon, Mrs. Xiao was bound in the carriage, and she was so bumpy that she almost vomited, she could no longer hear the sound of the two armies fighting.
She lay on her side in the car, her hair was scattered, her forehead was bumped into red and purple. Through the shaking curtains, she could see the blood-stained sword and the back of the King Heng who was driving.
Although the Qingzhou Army was defeated, with the ability of Wei Xianzong, he led the remaining elite troops, and was not without the power to fight.
At least, it can block the Shenji Camp for a long time, and this time is enough for King Heng to escape far away.
However, just when Mrs. Xiao closed her eyes and thought she would be led back to Qingzhou by King Heng.
Suddenly, the carriage suddenly stopped!
Wearing in the grey clothes of the servant and a small hat, the dignified vassal king who acts as a coachman, holding the reins in his left hand, subconsciously touching the hilt beside him, and his eyes staring at the front.
I saw a team of cavalry quietly blocking ahead under the green trees on both sides.
A elite cavalry of Mingshenji Camp wore armor and held a knife, with a expressionless face and murderous intent, blocking the direction he was moving forward.
On the front dark horse, Zhao Duan sat upright, playing with an old bronze mirror the size of a palm in his hand.
On the mirror, the water waves rippling, and the scene of King Heng driving slowly fading away and disappearing without a trace.
Zhao Duan put the "Fengyue Baojian" into his arms and stared at the first meeting with interest, but the relevant portrait had been seen countless times:
"Prince Heng, where are you going?"
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Capital city.
In the side hall of the imperial palace, a closed-door court meeting is being held.
There are not many officials attending, but they are all important officials in the court.
The atmosphere was depressing and heavy. The empress sat upright on the dragon chaise, closed the folds in her hand, placed them on the yellow table in front of her, and lit the paint and bright eyes to scan the faces of the Grand Master Dong, Yuan Li, the ministers of various ministries, Ma Yan... "All you guys have this opinion?" Xu Zhenguan's voice was cold and he couldn't hear his emotions.
It was only two days after the Li Party’s rebellion was pacified, and the aftermath of the coup in the city had not yet completely subsided. The military situation of the Qingzhou rebels defeating the Five Military Camps caused the turbulent court to stir up storm again.
No one answered for a while. Finally, the censor Yuan Li sighed, stood up on his own initiative, and bowed: "Your Majesty, Zhao Shaobao's talent is no longer suspicious of civil and military affairs in the court. However, although he is a military general, he has never really led his troops to fight. Even if Shi Meng is by his side, he is afraid that he will not be safe enough to go to help. Besides..."
Yuan Li paused and looked at Ma Yan, who was holding a face next to him.
The latter understood and took out a secret letter from his sleeve:
"Report to Your Majesty, this is the information just sent back by the Shadow Guard of Qingzhou. According to the spies there, King Heng not only secretly kept a bad fang, but also held a "Red Flame Holy Armor" in his hand.
It is said that it is a sacred object of the Zoroastrian sect that was destroyed six hundred years ago. Although Zhao Duan entered the world, if he bumped into this object, he would be afraid of being in danger."
Red Flame Holy Armor? Zoroastrian holy objects?
Xu Zhenguan's beautiful eyes narrowed.
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(This chapter ends)