Drunk King and Minister

When Han Zigao led his troops to arrive, the Chen army defending at the weir mouth was already faintly retreating.

"Hold it!" Han Zigao yelled, pulling his horse and running from one side to the other.

Fortunately, only three things went wrong.

I don't know if the thieves outside Taohua Ridge are real or not, but Han Zigao has already sent a message to Hou Andu.

If it is true, with such a tight defense, there are still enemy troops who can sneak out of Taohua Ridge to deliver letters. Either the defenders are slack or there are internal thieves!

The most urgent task is to prevent the alien from leaving the Peach Blossom Valley!

He must not give up halfway!

"Fend off the enemy with me! Charge!" Han Zigao took the lead, drew his sword and rushed towards the weakest eastward weir.

Han Zigao saw a middle-aged general with a red face and beard at a glance, directing his men to attack the weir. Han Zigao guessed that this man was Liu Yi's second son who was with him this time, Liu Zhong.

Staying loyal is really a waste of this name.

Liu Zhongcheng also saw Han Zigao ----- the young general in the red ink armor was stunning in appearance, decisive in killing and striking down with his sword in hand, it was too dazzling.

Everyone understands the truth that the thief is captured first.

A bay red war horse and a black shiny war horse rushed towards each other quickly.

Arms collided.

Han Zigao felt his tiger's mouth go numb for a while, so he pulled his horse back two steps.

not good!Why is this person born with divine power!

Seeing that Han Zigao took a few steps back, Liu Zhongzhong didn't rush forward, folded his arms and said with a smile, "Are you that Han Zigao who sells his ass?"

Han Zigao didn't hear it, he only squinted slightly to watch Liu Zhongcheng's movements.

Although this person is strong in brute force, his movements are not without flaws. As long as he seizes the opportunity, he can also win with ingenuity.

"Don't talk? Scared to pee? That's right, a peddler dares to fight! Let's go back to your Chunluo tent!" Liu Zhongcheng said, laughing loudly.

The surrounding rebels also laughed, and some Chen Jun gritted his teeth with a blushing face when he heard this.

"It's better than staying at home. The loyalty of a family, the name of chastity, but collaborating with the enemy and treason, eating inside and outside!" Han Zigao said loudly, raising his hands in a fist gesture in front of his chest, "Han admires it!"

This time, it was Chen Jun who laughed, and the rebels blushed.

The matter of treason was well known to each other, but in the end it was the last thing to bring to the table.

"Hmph!" Liu Zhongcheng snorted coldly, "You don't cry when you see the coffin, look at the halberd!"

An oolong halberd weighing three hundred catties came straight towards Han Zigao.

The double-edged blades on the halberd's head shone coldly, and Han Zigao squinted his eyes.With a flick of his wrist, he wrapped Renyue around the head of the oolong halberd, and flew away from the horse with Liu Zhong's strength.

The more cumbersome the weapon, the harder it is to change the course. Even if you have all kinds of supernatural powers, you will not be able to withstand long-term consumption.

The halberd was too late to stop, and even took Han Zigao around for half a circle and came towards Liu Zhongli himself!

It's now!

Han Zigao exerted all his strength and kicked Liu Zhongcheng in the chest.

Liu Zhongcheng was kicked and fell backwards, nearly falling off his horse.

After kicking, Han Zigao stayed loyal, followed the last weak momentum of the halberd, turned and stepped on his horse.

Han Zigao stood on the back of the horse, his tall ink hair raised, and the red armor behind him fluttered in the wind.

"Cough, cough, cough." That kick was so hard that Liu Zhongzheng felt a severe tightness in his chest.

Chen Jun around booed.

Liu Zhongcheng became angry from embarrassment, shouted loudly, and stabbed forward fiercely with his halberd.

But he suddenly saw the smile on Han Zigao's face.

That smile seemed absent.

Could it be that he is going to do such a shameless thing just now!

Surprised in my heart, Liu Zhongcheng was able to use his strength, and restrained the strength and momentum of the Wulong halberd.

But Han Zigao suddenly launched an offensive, dazzled by the soft sword in his hand, and came straight on tiptoe towards Liu Zhongcheng.

He found a loophole to stay loyal!

The reversal is in an instant!

The sword in Han Zigao's hand pierced Liu Zhongzhong's shoulder, and he turned around deftly and punched his weak waist. Hind hoof!

The maroon horse neighed and fell down.

Liu Zhongcheng flew away from the horse, took a few steps back, held the oolong halberd in one hand, and covered his bleeding shoulder with the other.

He actually underestimated this person!

Liu Zhongcheng spat hard, and no longer wanted to fight, he shouted "Attack!", and quickly retreated to hide himself among the rebels.

Han Zigao narrowed his eyes, but did not catch up.

If you are lucky for a while, you are in the upper hand, but if you don't give in, you will go to the disadvantage instead.

However, the morale of the rebels was not much better at this time.

Han Zigao curled his lips slightly.

"I am Chen Erlang! Sui Ben will strangle the rebels!" Turning on his horse, the blade of the sword flashed a cold light, "Let's go!"

One rider and one man rushed into the enemy line first.

Chen Jun's morale suddenly exploded, and he rushed forward shouting.

The soldiers under Han Zigao never slack off in military drills. Even when Jiankang did not go out for a year, they were well-regulated by the military orders set by Han Zigao, with clear rewards and punishments. Be stingy, so they are stronger than other teams.

At this time, seeing that the main general had injured the enemy's general, his morale was even higher, and he rushed forward unstoppably.

Han Zigao was piercing a rebel's chest with his sword, and suddenly felt a chill in his ears.

not good!

Before taking back the blade moon in time, Han Zigao quickly withdrew his hand and rushed to the side, narrowly dodging the arrow.

Let the cold arrow!

Raising his eyes, he was meeting someone's eyes.

White hair and white beard, golden armor and red tassels, a nine-foot chain steel knife on his waist, and a golden bow in his hand, standing beside him is a person who has just fought Liu Zhongcheng!

Look at the loyal and respectful look...

Is this the difference!

Han Zigao was shocked!As far as he knew, Liu Yi was an old man in his seventies!Although Liu Yi was also a general who fought everywhere when he was young, but the courage of this man and the strength of that arrow, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like that old man!

No wonder Liu Zhong has such divine power!

At this age, he still shoots cold arrows at himself, even if it is a war, the reputation of bullying the younger generation should be firmly placed on his head.

Such a person, no wonder they rebelled!

The alarm bell sounded in his heart, and Han Zigao jumped quickly, pulling out the blade moon from the chest of the rebel who had just been killed.

Blade Moon was able to hold it firmly, and the three long arrows came with the force of thunder and a lot of murderous intent!

It is no less powerful than the golden bow in Chen Baxian's hand in Yongding that year.

Back then, he couldn't block even one arrow, but now there were three of them!

His heart tightened, Han Zigao waved his sword to resist without hesitation, and quickly moved his feet to one side!

After blocking the first arrow, the tiger's mouth was numb with shock, and the second arrow could no longer be blocked with all strength, so he had to dodge and give up his arm.

The long arrow pierced through the left arm in an instant!

Han Zigao was forced back again and again by the momentum of the arrow, but just got out of the way of the third arrow.

I don't know how deep the third arrow sank into the tree trunk behind him.

Before Han Zigao had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he was stunned by the sharp pain in his left arm - the second arrow was so fierce that the pain when it pierced through took a long time before it penetrated into the bone marrow!

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant.

At this moment, Liu Yi in the distance drew his bow again.

Han Zigao's pupils shrank violently twice, and then he saw an arrow coming from the air like a bamboo!

Gritting his teeth, he raised his left hand to draw the knife, and his right hand held on to the sword, crossing each other and trying to resist with all his strength.

Too fast, too much force!

The tiger's mouth was shaken open, the wound on his left arm was probably torn open, the steel knife in his hand split in two with a "dang", and the strength of the arrow was reduced by most of it.

At the same time as the steel knife split, the long arrow was cut off by the broken blade, and the half of the broken sword with the scissors lost most of its force, but it still came towards Han Zigao.

There is no way to avoid it!

The arrow sank into Han Zigao's left neck!

The cold feeling of the arrow penetrating into the flesh seemed to be magnified ten thousand times, making Han Zigao's whole body instantly icy cold.

The broken knives and soft swords all fell down, and the tall and thin man fell like a broken leaf in the autumn wind.

The raised dark red cloak covered most of his cheeks.

The cloak fell down, covering his cheeks...

It seems that in a short moment, all the happy, sad, angry, and desperate scenes of the past flashed before my eyes.

Fast and clear.

Most of them are alone.

Chen Qian who raises eyebrows, Chen Qian who is surprised, Chen Qian who is impatient, Chen Qian who is smiling, Chen Qian who is laughing, affectionate Chen Qian, angry Chen Qian, weak Chen Qian, contemptuous Chen Qian, indifferent Chen Qian...

It's all Chen Qian...

Am I going to die?

If I am destined to die here today, the happiest thing in my life is that I loved you, and the most regrettable thing is that I have loved you...

The falling cloak covered Han Zigao's eyes.

Han Zigao is dead, do you think about it?

There was only darkness in front of him.

The world fell silent.

"Han Zigao!!!" A roar came from a distance.

Hou Andu's eyes were tearing apart when he returned.

"Kill!" The big knife was held high, and streaks of blood were drawn beside him...

Jiankang thousands of miles away.

"Hmm..." Chen Qian snorted, put her left hand on her chest, and the Langhao brush in her right hand couldn't hold back enough to smudge a large swath of ink.

"Your Majesty!" De Li exclaimed, "I'm going to announce the Imperial Physician!"

"No need!" Chen Qian frowned, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

The sharp pain in his chest just now almost made him unable to stand still.

But it was only for a short moment, and at this moment, I no longer felt the slightest.

If it wasn't for the fact that his hand was still on his heart, maintaining the subconscious movement just now, he really would have thought that the stabbing pain just now was just an illusion.

"Your Majesty..." De Li hesitated, "The servant asked someone to make a pot of calming tea for the Emperor?"

Chen Qian nodded slightly.

The memorial written by the pen is inexplicably unable to be approved.

Chen Qian sighed, raised her hands and rubbed her temples.

"Your subordinate rubbing it for you?" A timid voice sounded.

Chen Qian raised her eyes and saw Chen Changsheng's worried eyes.

With red lips and white teeth, and delicate eyebrows, even the most ordinary attire of a guard could not conceal the demeanor of the former leader of the four princes of Jiankang.

There was a trance in front of his eyes, and a face with the same elegance and beauty floated up.

There was a tightness in the chest.

"No need." Chen Qian got up and went straight out of Yongzhao Hall.

The cold wind in December was biting, blowing on my face sobered up a lot.

I don't know how the battle ahead is going to be, counting the days, the battle report will be received in two days.

I couldn't help but think of that person again...

Closing his eyes, he slowly clenched his fists.

don't think about it anymore...