The north wind blows and snowflakes flutter.
The world is darkened, and the great banner is erected.
(纛, dao, four tones, marching flag.)
The large banner fluttered in the cold wind, and armies of various armors surrounded the entire city.
The greetings came one after another uniformly.
Zhao Wujiang was unfazed by honor and disgrace, with a calm smile, standing on the wall, his clothes fluttering.
He raised his hand and waved his sword diagonally forward:
"Take it!"
The sound of armor clashing was crisp and loud.
The reinforcements trampled on the wind and snow, with spiritual power surging and rolling like thunder, flying towards the center of the battlefield.
As soon as the accumulated vast spiritual power approached, it overwhelmed the soldiers and horses from the nine counties who came to encircle and suppress Zhao Wujiang, making them unable to move.
The figure in white at the tall building not far away was obviously panicked and wanted to escape.
But under the wind and snow, a huge figure about tens of feet tall condensed, and its five fingers formed into claws like a small house, tightly grasping the white-clothed figure, and blood flowed.
The huge figure grabbed Bai Yi and turned into a flowing firefly and quickly came to the Baifu County Sheriff's mansion.
"Boom!" The huge figure knelt on one knee and made a deep hole in the snow:
"See His Highness King Yin!
The general has captured this beast, please make your decision, Your Highness! "
Zhao Wujiang stood on the wall, his eyes just at eye level with the lowered eyes of the huge figure kneeling on one knee. He looked calmly at the head of the man in white exposed in the right hand of the huge figure.
He has met both of these people.
The huge figure is Chen Cheng, the leader of Tianwu Guards in Wutong Prefecture after exerting his cultivation, and the brother of Prefecture Shepherd Chen Shi.
As for the man in white, he had seen a portrait. He was Ma Ku, the governor of Changwu County, one of the twenty-one counties in Yunzhou.
Changwu County has many mundane places under its jurisdiction, and Ma Qiku is one of the nine county guards behind this incident.
"Ma Ku, you have corrupted the disaster relief spirit stone. Do you have anything to explain to me?" Zhao Wujiang said.
Ma Ku, who was held in the palm of the hand by Chen Cheng, the commander of the Tianwu Guards, had dark red blood flowing from his mouth and nose. He struggled to defend:
"The villain... deserves death. He was deceived. I didn't know it was His Highness King Yin... so... he led the troops to attack rashly..."
In Ma Ku's heart, corruption and other things were just trivial matters. It was the matter of his life and death that he led his troops to encircle and suppress King Yin, so he first explained that he acted without knowledge.
But after all, he still didn't understand Zhao Wujiang's character, and he didn't appreciate the difference between Zhao Wujiang and other nobles when they asked questions.
Zhao Wujiang did not blame Ma Ku for being ignorant of Mount Tai, but asked about corruption and the disaster relief spirit stone as soon as he came up.
Because Zhao Wujiang doesn't care at all about some clowns who want to kill him. What he cares about is corruption and the people who are affected by the disaster.
Offending him is a trivial matter, but fighting cholera is a matter of life and death.
"Why do you want to corrupt the spiritual stone and put the people to death?" Zhao Wujiang asked again with a cold tone.
The governor of Changwu County, Ma Ku, was unable to move. His eyes trembled and kept moving:
"The villain was deceived by several colleagues, saying that the spiritual stone was of no use to the people, so it was better to borrow it and practice.
The villain was deceived and took it seriously, which led to his wrongdoing. "
"My patience is limited..." Zhao Wujiang glanced at the defeated defenders of the nine counties:
"Before the soldiers you lead are captured, you'd better think clearly before answering."
Chen Cheng, the commander of Tianwu Guards, understood and clenched his giant hands tighter and tighter.
Blood continued to pour out of Ma Ku's mouth and nose, and blood and tears even flowed from the corners of his eyes. His breath became weaker and weaker, but he continued to struggle. The feeling that death was close at hand made his desire to survive skyrocket.
He struggled to squeeze out a few hoarse words from his throat:
"I said..."
Chen Cheng loosened his strength.
"Corruption of spiritual stones... is really... really a helpless act..." Ma Ku spat out a small mouthful of scarlet blood every time he uttered a word:
"The great calamity...the great calamity is coming...the spirit stone will be...a necessary life-saving thing for monks..."
"Speak clearly..." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyes.
Chen Cheng, the commander of the Tianwu Guards, nodded respectfully and released his grip on Ma Ku.
Ma Ku lay in a pool of blood on Chen Cheng's palm, breathing heavily for the rest of his life.
