My Queen, you are naughty again

Outside the capital, the people led by Marshal Zhao have arrived at the gate of the capital, and Yu Wencheng and vice general Liu have also led troops to wait here for a long time.

The summer sun baked the earth. The place outside the capital was open, with short grass on both sides. Only the main road leading to the gate in the middle was paved with floor tiles.

Yu Wencheng, the eleventh master, and vice general Liu stood on the gate and looked at Marshal Zhao.

"Grand Marshal Zhao Hongguang of the frontier asks to see the holy master!" under the capital gate, Grand Marshal Zhao is still strong even when he is middle-aged. His black robe adds three points of heroism to him, and the wrinkles left by the years on his forehead make him more calm and atmospheric.

The people behind him are the son and daughter of Marshal Zhao Hongguang and Zhao Rufeng's brothers and sisters.

Yu Wen Cheng, standing on the gate, snorted coldly, one hand stuck in his waist, the other slowly rose, and looked at Marshal Zhao's eyes full of cold.

In an instant, the raised hand immediately fell, followed by a hundred bows and crossbows falling from the sky, sent out from the city wall and flew towards Marshal Zhao and others.

The momentum was wrong. Zhao Hongguang, who was in the first place, looked heavy and picked up the long sword matched at his waist to resist the fierce sword rain.

The Zhao family behind them quickly formed a square array and resisted the hundred long swords with long swords and shields.

In the blink of an eye, his feet were covered with broken swords.

When this wave of sword rained, Zhao Hongguang and all the people of the Zhao family knew that the emperor had killed them, and the Zhao family had fallen into a dangerous situation.

Yu Wencheng looked at the Zhao family below. He frowned, groaned and said in a deep voice: "continue!"

At the command, more sword rain fell from the sky again than before. This time, there were not only bows and crossbows, but also mixed with rubble, one after another.

This time, some of the Zhao family were not spared. They threw stones one by one, which made some Zhao family lose their lives in the blink of an eye. The blood dyed the ground red and lined the green grass next to them more eye-catching.

Marshal Zhao of the frontier looked at the ground being dyed red by the blood of his relatives. He remembered that his son, whom he had not seen for many years, did not know what kind of situation he was in the city. He was instantly jealous. He raised his sharp blade high and roared, "kill! Save the wind, let's go back to the frontier!"

The people closest to field marshal Zhao Hongguang were Zhao Rufeng's brothers and sisters. Hearing his father's roar, they raised their long swords. The daughter of the Zhao family was unbearable to show weakness. Holding double swords, they threw them at the soldiers on the city wall.

Bang bang!

Two times, they cut off the heads of two people. The red and hot blood mixed with the white brain rolled to the ground, like a ball that no one wanted, and no one paid attention to it anymore.

For a moment, the two sides opened their anger. Marshal Zhao, who had been reluctant to move, waved down. All the Zhao soldiers behind him raised their shields and rushed to the gate in the rain of swords.

Even if Zhao Jiabing has only a hundred people, his power should not be underestimated.

In the capital, Zhao Rufeng rushed to the gate of the capital with only five Zhao family members. He was covered with blood. The blade of the long sword held in his hand was covered with blood. It fell to his feet bit by bit, forming a red blood stain.

Yu Wen, who was standing on the city wall, admitted that the situation was bad and shouted, "send troops! Leave none!"

All the soldiers rushed out of the gate, and the people here stopped Zhao Rufeng and refused to let Zhao Rufeng out of the gate.

It is said that the three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. Now, although the Zhao family soldiers are no matter how powerful, there are only 100 people, and Yu Wencheng brings five times as many troops as this.

No matter how hard they tried to resist, the Zhao soldiers soon lost the battle. Outside the capital gate, blood flowed into a river. Inside the capital gate, five Zhao soldiers who followed Zhao Rufeng died under the random arrows. Even Zhao Rufeng was captured and pressed on the gate.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Zhao Rufeng was covered with blood. He was hurt by a sword in his arm and chest, and the blood was bleeding. But even so, yuwencheng still refused to let him go.

"Zhao Shizi, I haven't seen your father or your brothers and sisters for a long time!" yuwencheng pulled Zhao Rufeng up and forced him to stand at the top of the city wall, because this place can have a panoramic view of the situation under the capital.

The original green grass was red with blood, and the bodies of Zhao Jiabing, even broken arms and hands, were scattered in every corner. There is chaos between heaven and earth, just like a Shura field, full of killing and blood.

Zhao Rufeng's eyes were bloodshot and scarlet. Looking at the scene below, he roared. His tied hands couldn't use force, but he turned around and had to hit Yuwen with his body.

Under the scorching sun, the sweat on his forehead mixed with blood flowed down from Zhao Rufeng's face, onto his eyebrows and eyes.

"Zhao Shizi! You can be sober. Don't toast and don't eat wine!" yuwencheng dodged, raised his hand and hit Zhao Rufeng's chest wound. In an instant, the wound buckle was cracked, and a stream of blood gushed out and splashed on yuwencheng's clothes.

Zhao Rufeng knelt on the ground and saw his father Zhao Hongguang who vowed to resist to the death under the capital. He saw his eldest brother lying on the ground, his second sister who was still holding on, and his little sister who had just turned 18 this year. His face was covered with blood. His crystal clear eyes were now filled with blood.

Finally, finally

Marshal Zhao of the frontier still died under the random arrows. At the last moment, he supported himself with a sword and looked up at his son he hadn't seen for many years.

Remember, the last time I saw Zhao Rufeng was when he was seven years old. The first emperor ascended the throne firmly and took his son to the capital as a hostage. Thirteen years later, goodbye. Unexpectedly, it became the last side.

"Father!" on the capital, Zhao Rufeng's blood eyes shed tears, and his hand on the wall couldn't stop trembling. At that moment, it was like a thousand swords through his heart, tearing his already hurt heart to pieces.

The last little sister ran frantically to her father. The two long swords in her hand were bleeding. Even if they came with long guns and knives, they scratched her arm and stabbed her cheek, they didn't stop the little sister's footsteps.

Just now there was only one younger sister left in the hundreds of Zhao family members. The surrounding circle was full of accumulated Zhao family bodies. Blood flowed into a river, and the nose was full of blood.

On the wall, yuwencheng sneered, winked at the people behind him, and took Zhao Rufeng down the wall.

Zhao Rufeng seized the opportunity, passed by the soldiers with long swords, spread the rope with both hands, and cut the rope with the blade. He grabbed the long sword, killed a way and rushed to the little sister under the city.

"Elder brother!" the younger sister looked up at Zhao Rufeng and murmured.