Xia Hougong was not surprised at all by the reaction of the White Tiger Warriors at this time.
In fact, he would not stand still and lose his life just because of a few words from Ming Hong and Zheng Yu.
The general, wrapped in horse leather and died on the battlefield, is the only destination for Xia Hougong and the 800,000 Shen family troops.
If he died unjustly at the hands of a few gangsters, he would not be able to see his ancestors and brothers who had fought side by side when he returned to the Palace of Hell.
However, until Zheng Yu raised his sword and ran towards him, the blade had already swung out in a half-arc as he jumped up and swung it down, and Xia Hougong never dodged even an inch.
More than a thousand White Tiger soldiers prepared to swarm forward.
Zheng Yu, who had no choice but to fire the arrow, didn't care whether Xia Hougong would be chopped into pieces by the white tiger warriors after he beheaded him. What he focused on now was the look in Xia Hougong's eyes and all possible countermeasures.
For example, at a critical moment, he could use the Golden Dragon Sword to counterattack or even kill him.
But what made Zheng Yu even more surprised was that even though the knife in his hand was less than a foot away from his neck and it only took an instant to cut into the flesh and bones, Xia Hougong still showed no signs of dodging or blocking with the knife.
After all, are you afraid of King Feng, the backer behind us?
Or maybe he was worried that all the White Tigers under his command would be implicated because of his "fear of death"?
The situation at this moment no longer allowed Zheng Yu to think about it any longer.
Anyway, Ming Butler gave the order, and whether King Jin would be furious and pursue the blame afterwards, Ming Butler would complain to King Feng, and then King Feng would go to fight with King Jin.
Just like Minghong said.
He, Prince Jin, is a king, but I, Prince Feng, am no longer a king!
A thought flashed across his mind, and Zheng Yu didn't hesitate any longer.
However!
Just when the extremely sharp blade in Zheng Yu's hand was about to cut Xia Hougong's neck diagonally, a cold light suddenly came from nowhere, wrapped in Zheng Yu's irresistible force, and the sword in his hand hit with a "ding" sound. On the sword, the power was transmitted along the blade to the tiger's mouth of both hands, and then several tiny lines of blood splattered. The pain caused the sword to be released, and Zheng Yu's feet were also forced to retreat three feet by the remaining force.
"who?!"
The saber flew to the ground and stirred up a cloud of dust.
Zheng Yu, who was almost retreating to Minghong's side, made a sound of surprise. His hands, which were unable to use the strength for a moment, naturally hung at his sides. Blood flowed from the cracked tiger's mouth, and finally collected on his fingers, and continued to fall to his feet drop by drop.
Then everyone, including Zheng Yu, saw "a" "three-foot silver strip" of unknown identity swimming in mid-air in the direction behind the more than a thousand White Tiger soldiers. Under the sunlight, this thing Constantly flashing little bits of silver light.
It looks like... a silver snake with shiny scales and the ability to fly!
The White Tiger standing behind took the lead in turning around and looking in the direction in which the "Silver Snake" was swimming.
There, a lone rider named Yangchen came running towards him, getting closer and closer. Within a moment, he was close enough for the White Tiger warriors to see his face and facial features clearly.
Soon the White Tigers shouted excitedly.
"It's General Zhu!"
"General Zhu is back!"
"Brothers, make way for General Zhu!"
After a burst of excited shouting, the White Tiger warriors quickly opened a path for the horse. Seeing this, the fast horse kept stopping until it was close to Xia Hougong. The young man immediately jumped up and then landed steadily, with no dust flying. He was a master. style.
This young man.
He has a pair of gleaming beady eyes, fleshless and concave cheeks, is about six feet tall, has a lean body, and has dark skin. The first impression he gives people will definitely be that he is ugly and weak, which not only affects people's appetite, but also belongs to the family. The kind of weakling who seems to be blown away by the wind.
But no one who knows him well dares to underestimate him.
Because he is one of the four adopted sons and daughters of King Jin.
He was a second-grade military general conferred by the late emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty.
He is General Baihu, the commander-in-chief of the White Tiger Battalion with 50,000 elite White Tiger soldiers under his command.
He is even more vicious and vicious Zhu Heitan who scares countless enemies on the battlefield!
Any of the above identities are left behind in this world——
How many people dare not to show courtesy, reverence, and fear to them? !
It is particularly worth mentioning that among Shen Wanjun’s four adopted sons and daughters, Xu Longyi is the most powerful, You Qiuxin is the most poetic, and Qin Yue is the most upright...
And he, Zhu Mo, is unparalleled in cruelty!
Therefore, when Zhu Mo appeared, the surprised expression on Zheng Yu's face instantly seemed to be coated with a thick layer of gouache. He was as pale as paper, his face was bloodless, and his legs began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, as if Before the person died, he had already arrived at the Palace of the King of Hell and was as frightened as if he saw the Lord of Hell!
"Hey, we just left Fengzhou a few days ago, and things are already in chaos at the foot of the mountain. By the way..."
"Zheng Yu."
"Tell us, who was so generous as to lend you 11,000 courage and dare to slash the neck of my deputy, Zhu Mo, with a knife? We like to be open-minded. If we turn around and watch another war, if I don't have the courage, , I was so frightened that I peed my pants on the battlefield, so I might as well borrow some from this bright man."
Zhu Mo said these words to Zheng Yu with a smile. Looking at his expression, there was no trace of anger at all.
But Zheng Yu has been living under Zhu Mo's nose for nearly twenty years.
Just by listening with his ears, he had already heard that Zhu Heitan, who never showed anger on weekdays, had a secret smile behind his back!
In a moment of bile, Zheng Yu stuttered back:
"Zhu...General Zhu...listen...listen to my explanation...it was Xia Hougong who first...killed indiscriminately...killed the last general's deputy, Cao Jing...so...that's why I came... …Those who took action…”
Zhu Mo patiently listened to what he said with a good temper, then turned to look up at Xia Hougong, who was obviously different in size from him, and said with a smile:
"Old Gong, is this happening?"
When Shen Jiajun talks to each other, there is no need to do Tai Chi circles and circles.
Faced with this question, Xia Hougong calmly glanced at Minghong and others.
The reason why he just stood still and let Zheng Yu chop him was because he heard the familiar sound of horse hooves not far behind him.
To be honest, due to Prince Feng's relationship, even though he was a member of the Shen Family Army, especially General Pojun, one of the three evil star generals under General Four Elephants, he still had to have some scruples.
According to the military regulations of Dayan, not to mention Cao Jing who was most likely to be the scapegoat, the general Zheng Yu and Ming Hong who found a woman to accompany him in the camp should all be put to death.
But if you really want to kill them with a knife...
It is inevitable that Xia Hougong will still be more or less guilty.
This so-called criminal muttered not because he was afraid of being held accountable to death later, but because he was worried that he would cause trouble to his own King Jin.
But his commander-in-chief, General Baihu Zhu Mo, was different.
After all, he was one of the four people closest to King Jin in the army. He must have a better grasp of the extent of certain situations than he did.
After looking around for a moment, Xia Hougong began to accuse Zhu Mo of various crimes committed by Xue Jiajun.
