Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 403 Determination
Yue Pengju roared loudly, brandished his spear, and led all the pursuers towards the west gate.The tide of soldiers rushed forward frantically, not even shooting arrows, there must be a brave man under the heavy reward, all of them just wanted to run up and kill Yue Pengju with their own hands-that would be a big event of fame in the world.

However, except for Qin Hui's dead soldiers, the pace of others slowed down, especially the group of imperial guards, who were secretly dawdling, wanting to leave the credit to Qin Hui or Zhang Jun - because until now, they don't know what Yue Pengju committed. What a crime.Until now, the imperial court has not been able to produce the exact evidence of the number one general of the empire!
There is no need for such a thing!

If his eyes are open to the history, who would want his name to be engraved on the tombstone of a generation of famous generals as a murderer?Therefore, they all held up their knives and guns and shouted frantically, chasing slowly.

Especially Xu Caizhi, wishing he could jump off his horse, but he could only pretend to do his best - he could only watch Qin Hui waving the command flag triumphantly, his short body like a wildly deformed groundhog, his wretched head emitting a kind of Scary rare vicious fierce light.

"Kill Yue Pengju, reward ten thousand taels of gold... ten thousand taels of gold... Zhang Jiajun, go up..."

Zhang Jun, after all, was still afraid that Qin Hui would take all the credit.

The dead soldiers and "Zhang Jiajun" swarming up, the crossbowmen have lost their role, and can only retreat again and again, leaving a large open space for thousands of people to fight.

Yue Pengju took his last breath, and the spear flew in the air, his eyes were completely blurred by the splattered blood, he didn't know if it was his own or the enemy's.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, scars like clouds, have completely lost the feeling of pain, blood flowed out, anger was not exhausted, a big knife was cut on the vest, his head tilted, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out, like a bloody arrow, shooting at the enemy .

The sun is shining
The sun is shining
The sun is shining
His body swayed, but his legs stood straight, and he roared three times:
Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life!
Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life! !

Zhao Deji will be killed in the next life! ! !
The roar shook the heavens and earth, even Qin Hui's dead soldiers and Zhang Jiajun couldn't help but stop where they were, and never dared to raise their guns forward.Even Qin Hui and Zhang Jun were stunned by this shocking "rebellion".

With three roars, a generation of heroes fell straight to the ground without making a sound.

Qin Hui woke up with a start, and a sharp voice sounded: "Quick, slaughter the corpse..."

"Slaughtering corpses..."

Everyone hesitated, but no one went up, they just retreated, and then retreated.

There was a loud noise, flames shot up into the sky, and gunpowder smoke filled the air. A big monk, like a bat, descended from the sky like a black cloud.Everyone only felt the feeling of the dark clouds pressing down on them, screaming and screaming, and they were stunned by the power of the firearms.

Qin Hui's voice was like a eunuch's tune: "Hurry up, take down the party... There will be rewards..."

The crowd chased after him, but Ruda couldn't resist, and had already fled without a trace. The soldiers finally found the tall corpse at the corner of the city wall in front of him.

His beard and hair were covered with blood and blood, his face was beyond recognition, snowflakes were falling on the exposed piece of red blood-stained paper in his tattered clothes. For several years, although it has turned yellow, it is still kept clean and tidy. There are three unusually beautiful characters on it:
Yue Pengju!
Snowflakes cover one by one, silently.

Hua Rong's body was like a kite with a broken string, it flew up and down again, and fell on the snow outside, heavy and dead silent.

In the darkness, a group of dead men came out, all dressed in black and armored, they were all Qin Hui's dead men.Qin Hui worked every step of the way, mobilizing the dead at a faster speed than Zhang Jun, and secretly set up defenses, so as to cut the weeds and root them out.

Hua Rong's body fell on the snow, soft, every bone was completely crushed, unable to put it together, just lying down, rolling his eyes, in the dark night, the only consciousness is to search where is her husband?
where?Where exactly?

Sharp axes, sharp knives, meteor hammers... Wrapped in the wind, the head, feet, waist, and limbs wanted to tear her apart.

She closed her eyes, she was so tired, she tightly held the small bow in her hand, but she couldn't lift it up.

"Girl..."

A voice full of sorrow, anger, despair, and sorrow came, and a black figure rolled on the spot, holding up all the cut weapons.

Severed limbs and arms, flesh and blood flying, every knife and knife, there is no mercy.

"Girl...girl..."

Hua Rong couldn't open his eyes, and couldn't see the person hugging him clearly. The blood on his body flooded his hands like a tide, wet his chest, and asked him vaguely: "Pengju, Pengju Where is it... I really want to see him again..."

He screamed heartbreakingly: "Girl... girl..."

Her hands hang down limply, her long eyelashes are red like a dead butterfly.

There was another loud bang, the brilliant flowers of death in the dark night, the dead soldiers swarmed back, trampled on each other, fell down in groups, blood melted into the air, combined with snowflakes, and a red rain fell.

In the last consciousness, there was a majestic singing voice, so clear:

Angrily rushed to the crown, lean on the railing, rested in the rain.Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.Don't wait to be idle, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

The shame of Jingkang is still unsettled; when will the hatred of courtiers disappear?Drive a long car to break through, and Helan Mountain is missing.The aspirations eat the meat of the Hulu hungry, and laugh and talk about drinking the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty.Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que.

The person in his arms was as light as a feather, yet too heavy to bear, as if he would die every minute and every second.I am late!After all, I am still late!King Qin brandished the broadsword in his hand, completely without other consciousness, only knowing: kill kill kill!Kill all the culprits and all those who harmed the girl.

There were screams one after another, and he didn't know if he killed him or someone else. He had completely lost the sense of judgment, and only had one strong thought: leave, and quickly take the girl away from this terrible place.Keep her safe, safe forever.

There was a fork in the road ahead, and there were only two of the nine accompanying guards left, and one of them shouted: "My lord, hurry up, go to the left..."

Without thinking, he hugged the person and ran to the left.Behind him, a group of dead soldiers from the Qin family stood at the intersection of the night, holding torches and showing murderous intent.

"Where did the fugitive go?"

"left?"

"right?"

The leader hesitated a little: "We will divide into two paths, we must cut the weeds and root them out."

It was this moment of hesitation, and secretly, a locust-like arrow was shot out, and everyone screamed and fell to the ground.The people in the dark tried to kill them, but they were not soft at all, and almost killed all the dead soldiers around them.

The snowflakes in succession are just the darkest time before dawn, and there are bursts of firecrackers, and the New Year's Eve of the Song Dynasty is here.

A fast horse came out of the dense forest, Wu Qimai hurriedly asked: "Fourth Prince, do you want to chase?"

Jin Wushu looked at the corpses all over the place, his heart was terrified, and his mind was like a mess.

"The fourth prince, we must find her before she dies..." Wu Qimai was the only one who knew that the fourth prince had been poisoned. In a sense, Hua Rong's safety was the fourth prince's safety.Now, Hua Rong was on the verge of death, and if he didn't get the antidote, the fourth prince would be in danger.

Jin Wushu stood on the spot, with disheveled hair and bloody figures in front of his eyes. For a moment, he could clearly feel the stench of her blood splashing on him.His thoughts were a little numb, he couldn't react for a while, and was blocked by the broken arms and limbs all over the place. He was more than a hundred times more scared than the night of the bloody battle at Xiaoshang Bridge!
My greatest opponent is finally dead!
The woman I admired the most is also bloody!

Is this the result I have been expecting?

He was short of breath and could not speak. With his crippled right hand, the remaining three fingers firmly held Fang Tian's painting halberd, and there was the sound of chasing again in his ears.

Wu Qimai said anxiously: "Fourth prince, go quickly, Song Jun is chasing you..."

He subconsciously turned around and ran to the right side of the fork, Wu Qimai waved his hand, and the rest immediately followed.

South Gate.

The guard on duty saw a group of officers rushing over, hurriedly let them go, and asked loudly, "Where is Yue Pengju?"

The leading officer replied loudly: "He is already dead. Withdraw the troops."

The sky in the east is already pale, but the bright torches flickering all over the city hinder this bright color.People who get up early have already pushed open the windows and started shouting, chicken, duck, fish, fruits and vegetables, Lin'an City is about to start its new day.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying in disorder next to it.The smell of burning thunderbolts spread all around, and the nose was full of the strange smell of sulfur, and the strange smell of burnt hair of many soldiers.Yue Pengju was bloody and bloody, and his vest was half burnt.A soldier took the note and took out a jade ring from his body.

Under the bright torch, Qin Hui personally inspected the body of the tall man with full beard and hair. His figure, clothing, and belongings all showed without any dispute that it was Yue Pengju.Wan Qixuan also stepped forward to take a closer look, and said pleasantly, "That's right, this is Yue Pengju." Qin Hui breathed a sigh of relief, staring at his deadly enemy, the number one general of the Song Dynasty, who was finally completely eradicated by himself.

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, hoarse and triumphant, as if he had commanded the most important battle in his life and won it.What a great feeling of victory.

Zhang Jun felt quite uncomfortable seeing it, and he was not reconciled to claiming the second place, so he also shouted: "The traitor Yue Peng will punish him and withdraw his troops."

But there was no cheering from the crowd as imagined, only a few echoes from Zhang Jiajun: "Withdraw the troops!"Facing the dead body of the empire's general, the soldiers didn't seem to want to look too much, and couldn't help but wonder, "Why didn't Mr. Yue die on the battlefield, but died at the hands of his own people?" Naturally, they didn't dare to ask, and quickened their pace. , quickly withdraw.

Qin Hui let out a smirk. In the past, he still maintained a certain degree of "respectful and virtuous corporal", but since the lifelong prime minister wrote the terms of the peace agreement, he has made public publicity unscrupulously. Thinking about it, he had to find an opportunity to push Zhang Jun away.Zhang Jun was embarrassing, and became even more angry from embarrassment, but he still had to stay low in front of Qin Hui.

The sky gradually brightened.

But the dark clouds were still under the snow layer, and the sky was full of snowflakes, as if this New Year's Eve would never stop.

(End of this chapter)