From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 91: Escape from South Korea; Three Days (Please subscribe~)

The rain kept pouring down.

In the dim hall, Cheng Jiao fell heavily to the floor, his body lying in a "big" shape, laughing silently and crazily, his whole body shaking.

at last!

Finally I got rid of this sickly thing of yours!
Hahahaha!

Cheng Jiao's nails dug deeply into the flesh, and he even drew traces of blood in excitement. Then, as if he had thought of something, he rolled and crawled to open the secret door.

"The old guy is gone?"

Outside the secret door, a slender woman was standing against the wall.

She was wearing tight black clothes, had a pretty face and sinister eyes, but the strange thing was that there was a complex diamond pattern between her eyebrows.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Cheng Jiao excitedly hugged her out, kissed her fiercely, and said impatiently: "Three days later, when the coffin is placed in the mausoleum, I will succeed to the throne in front of the coffin according to etiquette! By then, no matter how much Lu Buwei and others try to obstruct, they will not be able to go against the entire royal etiquette!"

"The several seniors in the palace who guard the country only recognize the bloodline of King Qin!"

Even if Cheng Jiao is not the eldest son, even if his followers are not enough to resist Lu Buwei and others, so what? When Ying Zheng is gone, he is the only descendant of the King of Qin and he will succeed the King of Qin. It is the destiny!
Shao Xuanming pushed him away expressionlessly and said coldly: "Don't be too happy too soon. Ying Zheng is still in exile. As long as he is not dead, there will always be obstacles for you to reach the throne."

"He, haha."

Cheng Jiao sat on the throne and said sarcastically, "Now he is out there and anyone can kill him. He is like a stray dog. It is extremely difficult for him to protect himself. How can he still think of competing with me for the throne?"

"When my father's coffin is placed in the mausoleum, as long as he is not there, I will be the only descendant of the King of Qin, and the throne can only be mine!"

"Who told you that he can't protect himself now?"

Shao Xuanming took out a scroll from his waist, spread it out, and the dim light of the candlelight illuminated the few hundred words.

Cheng Jiao's expression gradually became shocked.

"Someone rescued Ying Zheng? Impossible. No one from Qin could have gone to Han to pick him up! Even Lu Buwei and the others didn't make any move."

"He may not be from the Qin country. Could it be that everyone in China wants Ying Zheng to die?"

"Cheng Jiao, don't get carried away. The most urgent thing is to find Ying Zheng immediately and kill him! Only then can you rest assured."

Shao Xuanming snorted coldly, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Cheng Jiao finally woke up from his dream, and the excitement in his eyes gradually faded away.

"This news came from my Yin-Yang family. Lü Buwei and the others don't know about it yet, but they will probably know it soon."

"We must not alert them before that, so we disciples will do it. The Xuanming dark system specializes in assassination, so we will make sure it is flawless."

Shao Xuanming said this proudly, with confidence.

As the most outstanding genius in the dark department of the Yin-Yang School, she, who is dubbed Shao Xuanming, is very confident in her assassination skills.

"Okay! Okay! Xiao'e, if you do this cleanly, I will take you as my concubine as soon as I ascend the throne!"

……

Hancheng, West Gate.

Clang!

Hundreds of armored soldiers patrolled back and forth, the clanging of weapons could be heard one after another, and the vigilance was very strict.

somewhere.

"Ready?"

"Ah."

boom!
A fire platform was kicked over in an instant, and the charcoal ashes fell to the ground. A sharp sword was placed directly on Han Fei's neck.

"be honest!"

A man in Korean military armor grabbed his arms and turned to shout at the soldiers who had gathered around him, "Stop! If you dare to take a step forward, I'll kill you immediately!"

In an instant, all the soldiers on the west wall surrounded him, and the fire became louder. When the soldiers saw the young man in white, their eyes widened and they gasped.

"Son!"

"Who are you to dare to kidnap Master Han Fei!"

“Let go quickly!”

"Shuzi is bold!"

"Archers! Archers!"

The scene suddenly became a mess, with endless noise. Wu Fengdeng had no choice but to yell, "Shut the fuck up! If you keep yelling, I'll kill you!"

This roar was indeed effective. The excited soldiers were forced to calm down and pointed their weapons at Wu Fengdeng with fierce eyes.

"Son!"

At this moment, Uncle Ding pushed through the crowd and saw Han Fei who was locked up tightly. His old face collapsed in an instant.

"Thief! I'm telling you this. If Master Han Fei gets hurt even a little, I'll tear you into pieces!"

"You'd better let go of Master Han Fei now, and you can still save your lives!"

Wu Fengdeng smiled coldly: "Old man, do you think I'm a child? Stop talking nonsense, open the city gate quickly and prepare a four-wheel drive carriage!"

"I'll give you ten counts. If you can't do it, just wait for this kid's body to be collected. Anyway, I have only one life left, and I have earned enough by killing so many people in the past few days!"

Han Fei cried, "My fellow soldiers, please do not let Ying Zheng go!"

"Even if I am only seventeen this year, I am just an ordinary crown prince. I am dead, so let my father appoint another crown prince!"

"I am willing to die to prove my will, woooo ...

He cried sadly and aggrieved, with tears flashing in his eyes. He felt both the grandeur of sacrificing his life for his country and facing death, and the regret of not wanting to leave this beautiful world. He finally understood this complex emotion.

"Don't open the city gates, don't prepare carriages for them! Quickly capture Ying Zheng! You will all be great heroes! Get promoted by stepping on my corpse!"

His crying was so mournful that the soldiers around him looked at each other in confusion, hesitating.

"Yes, this is the last hurdle for Ying Zheng. Going west will lead to the Qin State."

"If we catch him, we will have done a great deed!"

"But Master Han Fei..."

Of course they wanted to capture Ying Zheng, gain merit, and enjoy wealth and glory, but if they did so, Prince Han Fei would definitely be beheaded.

Although he was not favored, he was still the crown prince after all. If he really died here, these people would probably not be able to escape responsibility.

But this happened to be the border between Qin and Han, and the order from above was to capture Ying Zheng at all costs. If he was let go, there would be no chance to capture him again.

Faced with such a dilemma, even Han Fei's old servant Ding Shu was struggling.

"I choose the young master! He is the one that everyone wants!"

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly, which sounded in everyone's ears. In an instant, it was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, and the rigid situation was directly broken.

"Young Master is important! Young Master is important!"

"Master Han Fei is devoted to the country and loyal to the core. He is truly a wise leader!"

"That's right. Just based on what Master Han Fei just said, we are ashamed!"

"Even if Ying Zheng died, there would still be someone to succeed him as King of Qin, but there is only one Prince Han Fei!"

……

Wu Fengdeng glanced at the scoundrel who fled in panic, and immediately shouted: "Three more breaths!"

"Hurry up!"

Boom~~
The huge wooden door two meters high behind him finally opened slowly, revealing a starry plain outside.

"car!"

Clack, clack~~
The four-horse carriage arrived late. Wu Fengdeng took a quick look and made sure that everything was OK before he winked at Ying Zheng and his mother behind him. Ying Zheng quickly helped Zhao Di get on the carriage.

"Mr. Wu, that's enough."

Han Fei murmured softly. "Just bear with it for a while."

A flame popped out from Wu Fengdeng's fingertips and flew into the horses' butts, immediately causing them to neigh loudly and run out wildly.

"Kid, don't play tricks!"

Uncle Ding stared at Wu Fengdeng, gritting his teeth to suppress his anger, and the Korean soldiers around him also surrounded him little by little.

"hehe."

Wu Fengdeng narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Stay here well. When Korea is destroyed first among the seven countries, we will meet again soon."

"Han Fei! You are lucky today!"

Wu Fengdeng pushed him out violently, and then a ball of red lotus fire instantly swept across the city gate, and the red light became brighter.

"Son!"

Uncle Ding quickly stepped forward to hold him, then raised his head and shouted: "Chase! Chase!"

However, all the soldiers on the ground were afraid of the raging fire and did not dare to move forward. Only a few soldiers on the city walls could draw their bows and shoot arrows, but their efforts were in vain.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wu Fengdeng used his magical steps to catch up with the carriage.

Boom!
He quickly got into the car, and Ying Zheng reached out and grabbed him in time.

"Horse!"

Wu Fengdeng did not stop, but quickly took out the Wind-Tearing Bow from the plywood of the carriage, stood up, drew the bow and aimed at the few figures on the distant horizon.

Whizzing!

More than a dozen arrows were shot in succession, and at that extreme distance, they finally scared off the pursuers who were galloping on horseback.

Wu Fengdeng didn't feel completely relieved until there was no one else in sight.

Fortunately, Han Fei had hidden the weapons in the carriage in advance, otherwise these Korean cavalrymen might have caught up.

"drive!"

The bumpy carriage sped across the wilderness, and the three of them finally escaped from the territory of Korea. Looking at the majestic Qin City at the end of their sight, Ying Zheng and his mother had a thoughtful look in their eyes.

Finally... returned to Qin.

"Who dares to trespass into the Qin territory?"

When the carriage approached Qincheng, a loud shout was suddenly heard, followed by dozens of rockets flashing in the night sky.

"I am Ying Zheng!"

He stood on the frame and shouted with tears in his eyes, causing a commotion on the city wall and a chaotic sound of people whispering.

"Prince Ying Zheng is still abroad. Do you have a token as proof? If you dare to pretend to be the son of the previous king, I will tear you into pieces!"

"The late king?"

Zhao Di stood up hastily upon hearing this, staggered forward and shouted, "You mean the late king?!"

There was silence on the wall, and Ying Zheng below was staggering unsteadily with a look of disbelief.

"exhibit!"

Wu Fengdeng sighed slightly and patted Ying Zheng's shoulder. The latter tried hard to suppress his tears and handed him a broken jade pendant with his bleeding mouth.

The jade pendant was tied to an arrow with a red rope, and it flew through the air into the top of the wall, hitting a pillar. The feathers were still trembling slightly.

A 30-year-old man with a resolute expression was slightly shocked when he saw this, but the shaking broken jade pendant made his pupils shrink sharply...

"Open the door! Welcome the young master!"

Clang! ! !

Following the sound of gears turning, the heavy city gate finally opened slowly, and dozens of black-armored soldiers swarmed out, extending to both sides.

The man trotted along, his armor clanging, and then he knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "I, General Wang Ben, respectfully welcome you back to the country!"

……

Prince Ying Zheng has long been an extremely special existence in the Qin State. Even if he has never stayed in the Qin State for a single day, these four words are enough to cause an uproar.

Ever since King Ying Yiren of Qin returned to the throne, he has repeatedly put pressure on the State of Zhao every year to welcome back the crown prince, but his requests were rejected by the State of Zhao with various reasons.

Almost everyone in Qin knew that there was no sign of their crown prince returning home, which was a great pity.

But things are different now. On the day when the previous king passed away, Prince Ying Zheng miraculously returned. The news spread quickly in this border city of Qin State.

But when the soldiers and civilians in the city ran around to tell each other, Ying Zheng and Zhao Di in the camp said nothing and knelt in the direction of Xianyang for a long time without getting up.

When Deputy General Wang Ben and others saw this, they dared not say a word and could only kneel on the ground.

Wu Fengdeng sat on the millstone far away, looking at Ying Zheng who was solemn and silent, with many emotions in his heart.

Along the way, he also had a general understanding of Ying Zheng's past experiences.

Living in poverty in Handan, being bullied was only one thing. The real trouble was that he was forbidden to learn martial arts, and the martial arts he was practicing now were just a piece of junk, and he had to practice them secretly every night.

He wasted four or five years of his golden period, but even so, he managed to grope his way to the early stage of bone strengthening, which shows how talented he is.

For a person who is severely controlled in all aspects, he can still escape for such a long time. His character is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

No wonder he had the last laugh, he was the most cheerful of the whole show.

Now that he has returned to China, everything that belongs to him will be ready, and he will surely soar. Wu Fengdeng is also somewhat fortunate to have made friends with him at this time.

At this time, there was some commotion at the edge of the camp, and he also noticed that many eyes were focused on him.

"Who is this person? He looks unfamiliar."

"I don't know his name yet, but he came back with Master Ying Zheng, so he should be... not a simple person, right?"

"Shocking news! Just now, a few brothers from the scout camp got information from Han Cheng that this person was the one who escorted Master Ying Zheng back to the country!"

"We rushed thousands of miles all night long, but we rushed from the heart of Korea!"

"Are you serious? He is only at the Bone Strengthening Realm!"

"It can't be false. Now the rumors are spreading all over Hancheng. It seems that he single-handedly defeated a whole team of elite cavalrymen from Zhao State, and one of them was a captain at the Tongjing realm!"

"Unbelievable, this is impossible, right?"

"I don't believe it either. No one has seen it with their own eyes. I guess they are just spreading rumors. How can a person at the Strong Bone Realm achieve such a level?"

The whispers were sometimes loud and sometimes soft. It was hard for Wu Fengdeng not to hear them, but he ignored them and just waited for Ying Zheng to finish.

Half a minute later, Wang Ben finally couldn't hold back anymore and leaned over to whisper something in Ying Zheng's ear.

He nodded, then kowtowed several times, and walked into the tent with Zhao Di, who was crying.

However, as soon as Ying Zheng stepped in, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Wu Fengdeng.

"Brother Wu, please come!"

His call of "Brother Wu" instantly caused an uproar among the surrounding soldiers. They all looked at him in shock with complicated and fiery expressions.

cough~
Wu Fengdeng smiled bitterly. He really didn't dare to agree to this title now.

Later in the tent, Ying Zheng helped Zhao Di sit on the general's chair. Wang Ben beside them waved his hand, and everyone withdrew, leaving only two or three deputy generals.

"General Wang, this man is the savior of my mother and me. Without him, we would not be able to return, so you can say whatever you want."

Wang Ben stared at Wu Fengdeng, then clasped his fists and bowed to Ying Zheng.

"Here!"

"I have no choice but to commit this act of disrespect! Tonight at 11:00 p.m., the late king passed away in Xianyang, and the whole country was in mourning. After that, Prince Chengjiao and other ministers discussed the matter and decided to place the coffin in the mausoleum at noon on the third day."

"According to Zhou rituals, when a monarch enters a mausoleum, the princes and princesses must observe mourning in front of the mausoleum. Otherwise, it will be considered as betraying the teacher and ancestors, disobeying the ancestral spirits, and being removed from the royal family."

"This place is at least two days' journey from Xianyang. You must arrive in Xianyang before the third day. Otherwise, Master Cheng Jiao will take the throne in front of the coffin."

"You don't have much time left now. You must set off immediately before dawn!"

(End of this chapter)