Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

"The rebellion of the old Korean prince should be tonight." Speaking of business, Wei Zhuang's expression became serious, although nothing could be seen on his basically expressionless face.

"Tonight." Gu Nan narrowed his eyes: "I see."

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"Young Master, the letter has been sent to the old ministers everywhere, just wait for the Young Master to act, and the old ministers from all over the world will definitely respond."

The old man stood in front of Han Cheng, with a bit of excitement in his face. As a veteran of South Korea, he thought that he would never see the day of South Korea's restoration in his life.

Now the day of South Korea's revival is just around the corner, and it doesn't matter if you die in old age.

Han Cheng stood in front of the seat with his back on his back, watching the sunset outside.

The gatekeepers in the courtyard knelt there in armor and holding swords, and manpower had been deployed everywhere in the city.Just wait for the night to attack and seize the city at night.

He seemed to be hesitating a bit, and asked in a low voice to the old man behind him, "So, can Korea succeed?"

"Young Master." The old man looked at Han Cheng firmly, nodded his head: "Korean Kecheng!"

"Yes." Nodding his head, Han Cheng tidied up his clothes.

"Come on."

The waiters on both sides came up with the armor in their hands, and hung the armor on Han Cheng's body.

A maid half-kneeled in front of Han Cheng, holding a long sword in both hands with her head lowered.

Han Cheng lowered his head and looked at the long sword, which was his brother's sword.

Stretching out his hand to hold the sword in his hand, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the disciples kneeling in the courtyard.He took a few steps forward, the armor on his body was a little heavy, he didn't know martial arts, so he walked a little bumpy.

It was already night outside, and the torches were lit in the courtyard, and the firelight illuminated the swords in the courtyard, bringing a chilly coolness.

Han Cheng's hand was on the hilt of the sword, and with the sound of gold and iron rubbing, the long sword was pulled out from the scabbard and lifted up obliquely.

Looking around, Han Cheng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Return to Korea."

"Yes!"

The doorman stood up.

Xinzheng's night was lit by flames.

There were chaotic sounds in the night, there were footsteps, and there was the sound of armor colliding.The light of the fire illuminated the mid-air, hiding the twilight of the stars and the moon.

On a pavilion, Chi Lian stood beside Wei Zhuang, looking at the flames in the street, he didn't know what kind of expression he had in his eyes, and his lips lightened: "Korean."

Wei Zhuang watched silently, watching the fire ignite, waiting for the fire to disappear.

South Korea has long since ceased to exist, and its remains should have been washed away by the big waves.

At the place where the fire did not shine, at the gate of Xinzheng, an army stopped.Standing there seems to be silent, the black armor is hidden in the night, the armor on the face shows a fierce look, and the pairs of black and white pupils under the armor are looking at the end of the street.

The sound of horses' hooves came, and a white-robed general stood in front of the black-armored army holding a bright silver spear, and grabbed the reins.

The black horse seemed to have sensed something, and its hooves stepped restlessly on the stone slabs of the street.

Han Cheng got on his horse and sat on the horse's back.

The old man came to him on horseback: "My lord, the old ministers began to attack the barracks, the general's mansion and the palace respectively. You can take the city wall to clean up the defenses in the city."

Han Cheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the hilt of the sword was a little cold in his hand, and nodded: "Okay!"

"go!"

The veteran was riding on a horse, and behind him were soldiers from the State of Qin standing at various corners of the street.

Seeing the flame rushing towards him, he raised his hand, and Chang Ge dropped, pointing forward.

In the light of the fire, a group of doormen in armor walked through the street, but they saw something standing at the end of the street.The cold light was reflected from the blade in the dark, and the disciples rushing in front wanted to stop, but they couldn't.

As the veteran's hand fell, there was a sound of killing.

The silence of the night was broken abruptly, shouts came from the streets, and the flames lit up.

People were awakened by the sound and saw the chaotic figures outside the window, as well as the occasional sound of swords clashing. Instead of looking, they locked the doors and windows and hid at home.

A child in a hut by the street opened the window and looked outside curiously.But then the adults in the family stretched out their hands to cover their eyes, pulled them back into the room, and closed the window.

Ahem, it's the last day of this month, emmmm ask for a monthly pass, haha.

Chapter 221: The Year of Displacement

"Qin Jun! There is Qin Jun!"

With an exclamation, he recalled on the already chaotic streets that the doormen in Korean uniforms really saw clearly the Qin army that had surrounded them from all directions.

The torches held high in their hands illuminated the raised blades, falling in their eyes, splashing a splash of blood.

Those Qin soldiers who should have been defenseless, stood in front of them holding the blood-stained Changge at this moment, looking at them coldly.

The corpse lying on the ground opened its eyes soundlessly, and the sound of blood dripping on the ground was subtle, which was quickly overwhelmed by the sound of golden cries colliding together.

The Korean doormen and Qin soldiers were fighting together, and a man in official uniform was helplessly pulling the reins of the disturbed horse under him.

Among Qin's troops, the veteran looked at the man and took out a bow and arrow from behind.The arrow was on the string, and with the sound of opening, the arrow with a cold light sank into the night, passed through the chaos, and shot into the man's chest.

"Hey..." The man in Korean official uniform looked down at the arrow shot into his chest, put his hands in front of his body, trying to stop the bleeding but couldn't stop it.

He raised his head in a daze, his eyes were blurred, looking at the saber light disturbing.

He seemed to be reminded of the cry from the top of the city when the king of Japan fell to the city.

"South Korea." The man's eyes became hot, and he opened his mouth, blood overflowing from his mouth: "Is it really dead?"

"This makes me, what face should I use to meet my ancestors?"

He didn't know who he was asking, but he already had the answer.

No more strength, the blood-stained officer's uniform immediately fell down.

The veteran put away his bow and arrow, and drew his sword: "Suppress rebellion!"

"Yes!"

Tonight's Xinzheng is destined to be restless, the fire is in chaos, deafening killing sounds from everywhere, and the sound of fighting is everywhere.

Han Cheng rode on the horse, turning his head and looking into the distance in a daze.