Daqian deposed the crown prince, and the emperor begged him to stop rebelling

Chapter 29 Escape!
The barbarian's body was taken away by the barbarian soldiers in the afternoon.

The soldiers of the Tiger and Leopard Camp who were far behind on the high wall could see clearly that the number of corpses taken away by the barbarians was no more than a few hundred.

At this moment, the ground was covered with the bodies of approximately 18,000 prisoners from eight death row camps!

The battlefield was filled with disgusting blood.

Headless or even half-headed corpses were lying across the grassland.

There are also countless human hands, broken arms and legs.

These soldiers who were cleaning might accidentally step on the broken body of a prisoner.

And it was not far from where the criminal soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.

The brightly lit barbarian tents stood in the darkness as huge as an abyss.

There were no fences set up outside the tents of these barbarians. They probably never thought that the Daqian government troops in Tiangu Pass would have the courage to attack them! ?

These big accounts are arranged in no order and look extremely messy.

The small tribe’s camp was at the outermost, with layers upon layers surrounding it, guarding the large tent in the center.

A group of barbarians from a small tribe were standing outside the tent at this time, laughing and shouting. The barbarians were watching the group of prisoners who were cleaning up the battlefield and screaming.

This scene is like watching a group of ugly animals.

The barbarian soldiers would never think of a surprise attack on this group of more than a thousand prisoners. On the contrary, carrying away these corpses on the battlefield would clear the obstacles for their attack tomorrow.

Listening to the waves of unbridled and complacent laughter and screams around my ears.

All the prisoners on the battlefield could do was to hunch over and lower their heads in silence.

Tiangu Pass.

Above the city.

The person on duty today is Fang Sheng, the deputy general of the death row camp.

A mahogany chair was placed in front of the city wall, and Fang Sheng sat on it with a calm look in his eyes.

A look indicated.

The personal guard at the side immediately stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Where is the deposed crown prince?"

The guards reported back, "General, Li Mu's troops are ready to set off. They are going to go around the gap in the Great Wall to the flank of the barbarians, but they are not going to leave through the pass."

"Oh?"

There was a hint of murderous intent in Fang Sheng's cold eyes.

"This idiot, does he think he's smart? The longer he lives, the more uncomfortable I feel."

Fang Sheng turned his head to look at the darkness that swallowed everything, and slowly closed his eyes.

……

Tiger and Leopard Camp.

General's Mansion.

In a quiet courtyard, two figures sat opposite each other.

The old general with a long white beard looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

"Since you came, this old man's courtyard has been filled with a strong smell of alcohol."

Mo Yang clasped his fists and said respectfully: “General, I drank a few more cups this afternoon.”

The old general asked someone to pour hot tea and motioned for Mo Yang to drink it.

After taking a sip of tea, he looked up at him and asked, "How's the situation at the death row camp?"

"It's still the same. I found a group of people to go out and die. Tiangu Pass has never been breached by those barbarians. Those people are just trying to save some food."

Mo Yang paused slightly when he said this, and observed the old general's expression.

Just then he slowly exhaled a breath of alcohol and said, "General, Fang Sheng asked the deposed prince to take a mission that would definitely lead to his death. It was a decapitation plan. After today, I'm afraid I won't see the deposed prince anymore."

"hehe."

The old general gave an ambiguous smile upon hearing this.

"Among the 120,000 barbarians, carry out the decapitation plan?"

"Excluding the old and young, the barbarian soldiers include 50,000 elite cavalrymen, and countless warriors who have entered the country." "An ordinary ninth-grade warrior can hardly fight against an ordinary barbarian cavalryman. This is also the reason why there are very few deserters in the Tiangu Pass death row camp. Any small tribe of more than a hundred people can surround and strangle a seventh-grade warrior to death."

"How many people did Fang Sheng ask the deposed prince to take away?"

The old general said this while blowing on the teacup.

Mo Yang said disdainfully: “Promote the deposed prince to be the general of the death row camp and lead more than a hundred prisoners out of the pass!”

"This loser wants to avoid offending the Third Prince's lineage, but he doesn't dare to kill the deposed Crown Prince himself, so he insists on playing this scheming trick! If this kind of person is allowed to become the commander of the Death Row Camp, who knows what will happen if he succeeds."

"Hundreds of people……"

The old general murmured softly, a faint smile appearing on his wrinkled face.

"It's a pity that he died."

"News came from the palace that there has been a major change in the officials in the court, and the emperor has not attended court for nearly ten days. However, the Third Prince's lineage is very active."

"It's autumn now, the weather is going to change."

The old general put down his teacup, stood up and left.

The maid beside her immediately stepped forward and put a brocade robe on her.

Mo Yang sat there and thought for a moment, and finally shook his head helplessly.

No matter how much he thinks, he is just an insignificant person in this chaotic world!

Drifting in the wind, unable to control myself!
"Deposed Prince, I salute you!"

Mo Yang raised his untouched teacup high up to the bright moon, and then dropped it to the ground.

He stood up, holding the sword at his waist, and walked slowly into the dark path with a straight figure.

……

"call……"

The breeze blows.

In the long night, a majestic dragon lay on the prairie.

A group of more than a hundred prisoners, without any distinctive attire, were moving forward along the foot of the dragon-like Great Wall.

Li Mu raised his head and looked into the distance, then looked back.

More than ten miles ahead, there is a tall beacon tower.

Ten miles behind him was another beacon tower.

The arrangement of the beacon towers on the Great Wall is irregular. For example, in this section, the two beacon towers are dozens of miles apart. If there were really barbarians who sneaked in through the gap in the Great Wall under the cover of night, they would probably not be able to see them.

Li Mu shook his head slightly and noticed the pairs of eyes staring at him in the darkness.

Walk all the way here.

Everyone's mind is in turmoil, and everyone has different thoughts.

Shen Ping'an was standing on his right and hinted at him with his eyes.

Even Wang Bing had a strange look on his face at this moment.

Li Mu stopped and said calmly: "Want to run?"

There was a faint commotion among the prisoners.

Everything calmed down quickly.

"This place is only about twenty miles away from Tiangu Pass. If you want to escape, you will only be discovered by the patrolling Tiger and Leopard Camp cavalry."

Shen Pingan spoke indifferently.

Wang Bing hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head helplessly and said, "Everyone, save your breath. Don't think you can survive by running inland instead of going to the grassland. I noticed when we left the border that two cavalry units came out of the border before us. Those two hundred cavalry units couldn't possibly be looking for the barbarians, right? We haven't heard any movement since we got here. Guess where they are?"

"Are you going to die like this?!"

Some prisoners could no longer hold back. Faced with the slim chance of escaping alive, these prisoners who had been suppressed for so long could no longer remain calm!

"Yeah, what kind of bullshit beheading mission is this? Does that dog officer Fang Sheng think there are only one or two small tribes outside? There are 100,000 barbarian cavalrymen and hundreds of tribes, big and small! Countless barbarian warriors! Let us, a hundred or so people, sneak into the barbarian tribe and behead them? Haha!"

A burly prisoner laughed coldly, but under his dark face, a pair of icy eyes were fixed on Li Mu.

(End of this chapter)