Heaven is fearless

In the night, people's voices and shouts were mixed together. The news that the king was killed by King Youxian spread quickly throughout the entire royal court as if he had spread his wings. Everyone was in chaos. The descendants of Youxian took up their scimitars and approached King Youxian's tent, and King Youxian's subordinates also raised their swords and mounted their horses. They didn't know if King Youxian really killed the king, but they were loyal to King Youxian , even if this is true, they will fight for Youxian King.

So in the dark night when humans and animals were not distinguished, the Beirong people fought into a mess, and there were all kinds of screams and roars that were messy and unclear.

Chu Zhang was like a fish swimming through the crowded crowd, trying to suppress his sense of existence. He was sweating and pushing forward when he suddenly found a hole in the air. The heat suddenly became empty and loose.

Chu Zhang suddenly raised his head, only to realize that he stabbed too hard, and rushed directly into an open space.

In the front and back are Beirong people holding scimitars and torches, and they are facing each other fiercely. In the center, a blank area of ​​one foot wide is clearly drawn, and Chu Zhang, in a panic of running for his life, just happened to dive into this Chu Galaxy world.

The guards under King Youxian of Beirong and Wang Zhang's lineage are confronting each other. One side asks King Youxian to come out to accept the crime. How can the other side let King Youxian go out at this time? Maybe they will be torn to pieces by these irrational wild wolves. Both sides are trying to restrain themselves, but judging from the heat and anger constantly steaming in the air, the effect of their restraint is not good.

The entire royal court was boiling in chaos and disorder, and more and more people gathered here. When the situation was about to get out of control, a stranger suddenly stumbled and squeezed in front of the two squares.

Hundreds of Bei Rong men turned their fierce eyes to this man who rushed out at the same time.

Chu Zhang's brain was hot at first, and then cooled down. The hot sweat gushing out from the crowd on his back instantly turned into icy cold water, which fell heavily on his clothes.

——Can’t retreat, can’t feel guilty!

"Who are you?" The person who seemed to be the leader in Wang Zhang's direct line asked him.

Chu Zhang kept his mouth shut, frantically thinking about how to answer.

His face was smeared with thick and dirty mud, his messy hair was covered with mud shells, the Beirong leather robe he was wearing was also so dirty that he couldn't see it, and the machete in his hand was strangely coated with anti-reflection paint. Grass Juice——

broken.

Thinking of this, Chu Zhang's heart sank suddenly.

Dirty in appearance, he can also pretend to be a sheep slave who ran here in a panic, but a sheep slave will never have a scimitar in his hand, let alone smear grass juice on the scimitar, which is specially used for assassination trick!

Some people already had substantial doubts in their eyes, and Chu Zhang's mind was spinning rapidly. What should he do?If it was His Highness, what would he do?

Extremely inappropriate, the conversation between him and Shao Tianheng in the pavilion when they met for the second time came to mind. He remembered that Si Lifang deliberately humiliated him and asked him to learn the etiquette of women, and remembered that His Highness would kill him with a stick without even asking for proof. , thinking of the way he looked at me helplessly later——

No need for proof, no need to ask, as long as you see the result, you can deduce the truth!

Chu Zhang suddenly raised his head, and when the guards under King Youxian were about to open his mouth to question him, he twisted his waist and swung his arms in a shocking arc. The scimitar in his hand cut across his side like a full moon. A splash of blood redder than cinnabar and hotter than cinnabar was poured down on the neck of the guard of the king's tent who asked his identity just now. Amidst the crackling sound of the head falling on the grass blades, Chu Zhang roared at the top of his lungs in Beirong language: "God God!" Your Majesty, bless Beirong! Protect Youxian King and enter the king's tent!"

Chu Zhang's sudden killing made everyone dumbfounded, and what he yelled later made everyone's eyes widen.

No need to check, no need to ask, the people of Youxian King killed the warriors under Wang Zhang, and Youxian King rebelled!

Wang Zhang's direct descendants immediately decided that King Youxian had evil intentions, picked up a knife and surrounded him, and the guards of King Youxian who were detained by another cauldron out of thin air were also inexplicable, they didn't know this sudden appearance at all. Who is the person who came, but judging by the posture on the other side, no one will listen even if they make excuses, so they might as well fight first before talking.

As a result, the situation on the scene became completely chaotic. As the culprit, Chu Zhang was chased and hacked by Wang Zhang's command. , Shouting and shouting, the guards of King Youxian, who really couldn't figure out the situation, recognized him as his comrade and began to protect him.

Chu Zhang didn't like fighting, he could retreat and retreat, from shouting loudly to shutting up silently, desperately breaking out through the night.

There are red-eyed Beirong people everywhere, the blood soaked the soil all over the ground, and there is still a wet and sticky touch when you step on it, taking advantage of the night to rob the guards of the nobles, escaped slaves, and patrols rushing back and forth to put out the fire Soldiers, as well as reinforcements to the melee zone...

Everything is messed up.

The fact of losing the King of Beirong made everyone fall into a daze. They unconsciously yelled words with unclear meanings, from the blessing of the gods to the vague scolding. Anxious, once the day breaks, the chaos in the night will quickly subside, and by then he won't be able to run even if he wants to.

But the chaotic royal court was full of flames and chaotic troops. He could no longer find the way he had come, so he could only grit his teeth and explore the periphery.

However, before he could touch a place where he could escape, he was confronted by a menacing patrol army.

Unlike those guards who have been guarding the nobles for many years without vigilance, the regular army is extremely alert to everyone they see. Seeing Chu Zhang walking away from the crowd in a hurry from the center of chaos, they rushed forward , Shouting at him: "Who is it! Report your name and number!"

Chu Zhang's leather robe was torn from the Northern Rong army, so he was naturally identified as the Bei Rong army.

This time I really can't get past it.

Chu Zhang thought a little resignedly, but he didn't give up either. He gritted his teeth that looked white in the night, and strode towards them: "I am—"

He walked too fast, which immediately aroused the vigilance of the Northern Army Army. They moved forward with their knives and sternly shouted: "Stop!"

Chu Zhang didn't intend to stop at all, while the other party was still talking, he rushed over suddenly, stabbed the scimitar in his hand into the belly of the leading soldier, twisted it around fiercely, and said with a long smile in Beirong language : "Youxian Wang Rende doesn't want to kill more, but you send them to your door!"

Chu Zhang, who has the professional ethics and self-cultivation of an actor, vowed to give this pot to King Youxian firmly.

The Bei Rong army was only startled for a moment, then reacted immediately, and swung their knives to swarm up. Chu Zhang fought hard. The loss caused his movements to slow down, and at this moment, five or six clay figurines rushed forward from nowhere, and blood sprayed from the blade.

Chu Zhang opened his eyes wide, and the person in charge pushed Chu Zhang violently, shouting hoarsely: "General! Run!"

Chu Zhang staggered forward instinctively, turning his head while running. Those people entangled the Beirong team fearlessly. Seeing him turn back, someone immediately yelled at him: "Run! Run! Live! go back!"

"Being able to rush into Beirong Royal Court to kill people, I deserve this life!"

"Come on! Grandchildren! Come and kowtow to grandpa!"

The group of big Wei men who stood up to the sky laughed wildly, as if they were still drinking and bragging with their colleagues in the military camp, and their voices were loud.

Chu Zhang's eyes were sour, but they were so dry that there was no trace of moisture.

The battlefield that he gradually left behind faintly resounded intermittent singing. Their singing was not pleasant at all. It contained the wind, sand and blood of the Northland. It was as rough and hoarse as a broken drum, but the singing was earth-shattering. , as rough as a storm rolling over the boundless prairie clouds.

"There is a great Wei in the east, and it rises like the sun"

"Galloping in the east and wild, and riding for the king"

"Bride promotes weaving and sees magnolia blooming in Xishan Mountain"

"I'm coming back with the beard, I have a soul to guard the four directions"

——In the east there is a kingdom called Great Wei that rises like the sun

——I galloped on the land of Dongye Grassland to pave the way for her

——The newlyweds weaving at home see the magnolia at the foot of the mountain has opened

- why should I go home

——After my death, my soul still guards the four corners of my home country

The desolate singing was circling like the wind, and Chu Zhang was clutching the wound in his abdomen and running forward panting heavily. At some point, he could no longer hear the singing that sounded like a shout, and he just ran forward mechanically...

Suddenly, a light like broken jade shone into his eyes in front of him, and the murmur of the water sounded like the sound of heaven to him at this moment, and the light of the torch behind him quickly surrounded him, and the voice of the Beirong people was rapidly approaching. .

"there!"

"catch him!"

"That's Wei's spy!"

Scattered arrows brushed against Chu Zhang's feet and plunged into the grass. Chu Zhang didn't look back, and jumped into the rushing river with a decisive attitude towards death.

——Before he was swallowed by the icy river, the last thought in his mind was briefly fixed on the azure round window screen in Yaoyi Hall with freehand landscape paintings. The white porcelain long-necked vase of plum blossoms, where the prince of Wei loved to read books and play chess.

He is always lying lazily on one side, covered with a blanket, half on his legs and half on the ground, the dim light falls on his cheeks, reflecting the lustrous luster on that pretty fairy-like face .

The whole scene is quiet and quiet like a painting.

Chu Zhang was thinking about that scene, and the lingering hoarse singing voice was still circling in his mind, as if he was going to drag his soul back to the imperial capital that he could never return to.

——He Xu, I will return, and there is a soul to guard the four directions.

Your Highness, I will guard the river and mountains for you under this long river.

He sank into eternal night.