The frantic running of soldiers and civilians in Zhongdu City was now spreading towards various city gates, and the area around the palace had become a little quieter. At this time, the emperor's wild shouts suddenly burst out from a high place, and I'm afraid it could be heard four or five miles away.
This damn man deserves to be an emperor. He is well-maintained and has great vitality!
Zhang Rou was not far in front of the emperor. His ears were buzzing for a while, and this was the only emotion that filled his mind.
The emperor's high-pitched shout echoed in the night sky, with a touch of misery and madness.
As a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles and risen from the wilderness, Zhang Rou is used to hearing the low roars suppressed in the chest to burst out with power, the gasps inspired by the pain of killing, and the roars that have been suppressed for too long by the harsh military regulations and completely burst out. , and definitely not this kind of irrational howling of ghosts and wolves.
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Such wailing in vain exposed the emperor's weakness and cowardice. When he shouted, Monk Wanyan Chen was stunned. Several Suzhi guards wearing helmets and armor rushed up from the city gate, seeing the emperor so crazy. , also showed a stunned expression.
The first person to react was Monk Wanyan Chen.
He jumped on his feet and said: "Please stop shouting, Your Majesty!"
Zhang Rou hurriedly took a few steps forward. He bowed slightly and tried to say a few words to the emperor.
As he got closer, the emperor screamed even more fiercely.
"Traitors! You are all traitors! You are conspiring to harm me, right? I am surrounded by ruthless traitors!"
Zhang Rou's face turned cold.
The emperor was certainly not a lunatic or a fool. The reason why he was like this was because he was too scared when something happened suddenly. It was also because he never believed in Zhang Rou and was always wary of Zhang Rou.
Generally speaking, whatever power an emperor relies on to come to power will continue to rely on what power he relies on to govern. It was based on this reason that Zhang Rourou and Miao Daorun were willing to help the emperor bloodbath the powerful clan kings in Zhongdu.
However, after the emperor came to power, he realized that the rough Han people in Hebei and the nobles in the court were completely different. After all, Dajin was the Jurchen regime, and the Han people who could live in the court were at most Confucian officials, but they were absolutely not. There cannot be a general who leads the army. Therefore, he immediately alienated Miao and Zhang, constantly rejecting and suppressing them.
Today, there are riots in Zhongdu again. Shuhu Gaoqi's troops and the Mongols had already swept through half of the city. As a result, the emperor's first reaction when he saw Zhang Rou was that there was something wrong with Zhang Rou, that Zhang Rou was going to rebel, and that Zhang Rou was going to be detrimental to him.
Did the emperor guess wrong? That’s not wrong.
The problem is that such a sharp reaction and huge shock really slapped Zhang Rou in the face, tearing to pieces the most basic courtesy and tolerance between him and the Dajin court.
This dog emperor doesn't know his own taste, so what should I worry about? Zhang Rou sneered and stretched out her hand, intending to wake up the emperor.
There was a strong wind behind him, and Monk Wanyan Chen rushed forward.
This young man's movements are extremely vigorous. Even if he is wearing heavy armor, he can jump like a civet cat. He suddenly jumped forward, knocked the emperor over, and covered the emperor's mouth.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this humble minister deserves to die, let him go now! But don't scream! If this continues, the Mongolian sentries will definitely hear you, and everyone will be dead!"
Monk Wanyan Chen persuaded him repeatedly, but the emperor just whined and screamed, and kept struggling and twisting out of control, like a giant maggot rolling around. Monk Wanyan Chen changed from persuasion to pleading, from pleading to intimidation. In the blink of an eye, he was sweating profusely, and his words were so anxious that he was crying.
Zhang Rou looked at the ugly situation in front of her with contempt, turned around, and said to the two attendants: "Why don't you go and help? If your emperor shouts a few more times, he will summon all the Mongolians in the city. !”
After saying that, he turned around and walked away, taking a few steps down to the city gate.
Under the city gate, Wanyan Xilie's face was full of bitterness. He is willing to act together with Zhang Rou, but he really has no choice but to do so. But when the emperor saw Zhang Rou, he said that there was a traitor who wanted to harm him. So who was the traitor? Zhang Rou is a traitor, does it count to allow Zhang Rou to see the emperor's beautiful face?
The emperor was a very suspicious person. Wanyan Xielie had often followed Shuhu Gaoqi's trusted officer Wanyan Phosphorus in the past, but failed to see Shuhu Gaoqi's conspiracy. He was already a little worried about whether he would be betrayed by the emperor in the future. Hold a grudge. Now the emperor is here again...
Wanyan Xielie didn't know whether to scold Zhang Rou angrily or pour bitter tears on Zhang Rou.
The two looked at each other and were about to issue orders to their subordinates. There was the sound of footsteps behind, and Monk Wanyan Chen stuffed the emperor's mouth with his clothes, tied the emperor's limbs with ropes, put him on his shoulders and carried him down, and kept saying: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am There is no other way! No matter what, it is better than falling into the hands of the Mongols!"
Wanyan's slanted face turned even more ugly. He squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Get out of the city quickly!"
Zhang Rou also shouted: "Don't wait any longer, let's go to Huichengmen immediately."
Everyone responded in unison, getting on their horses or running. Wanyan Xielie and his subordinates were surrounded in the middle of the team.
When the team ran westward along Zhangyimen Street for more than 200 steps and then turned north, dense footsteps were heard from the south of Huichengmen Inner Street.
It was already the darkest moment of the day. Although there were fires burning in many places in the city, emitting red light, the vision was not as clear as during the day. Zhang Rou squinted her eyes and looked back for a long time before she could distinguish what was getting closer and closer. It's the flashing light on the armor's stomach, the white air spurting out of the horse's nostrils when it's running, and pairs of vicious gray eyes!
It's obvious that the emperor went crazy and really attracted the enemy!
Half of the people in the queue couldn't help but curse. After cursing, they shouted again and again: "Go, go, go!"
The pursuers began to shoot arrows. After the crashing sound of the bowstring, there was a whizzing sound of arrows falling through the air.
Zhang Rou's war horse was a new one, and there was a shield hanging on the saddle. He quickly raised the shield and covered himself behind him.
The shield had just stood up when it made a muffled sound.
The arrow missed and hit the shield. The arrow cluster penetrated directly into the wooden row, and a thumb-sized arrow tip emerged from the other side of the shield.
The arrows shot at night were not very accurate. Only two or three of Zhang Rou's companions were hit by the arrows, and they continued running with a groan. At this time, no urging was needed, everyone spread their legs and ran with all their strength.
The enemy chasing after Zhang Rou continued to fire arrows. Among them, there must be Aljinchi of the Mongols, and the elite subordinates of Shuhu Gaoqi. When they first started firing arrows, more than a dozen arrows were missed. In the blink of an eye, maybe there were more pursuers, or maybe more people were running and took out their bows and arrows, and shot them towards Zhang Rou, Wanyan Xianlie and others. projectile.
Zhang Rou and other talents ran for hundreds or dozens of steps. The arrows thrown out in a dense manner passed over their heads several times and stuck diagonally on the ground less than a few dozen steps away, as if a tree suddenly grew on the ground. From dead grass.
The group of people were both on foot and cavalry, and the pursuers were almost all cavalry. They were getting closer and closer, and when they were more than ten or twenty steps away, they could already shoot accurately. Flowers of blood instantly arose in the queue, and screams came one after another.
What followed the arrows was the melee weapon thrown by the enemy.
Several soldiers' limbs were hit by arrows. Their movements were a little slow, and their heads were hit by meteor hammers or blue objects. Their skulls were smashed on the spot, and everything above their necks was turned into pulp.
"Commander, you go first! Let's cut off the rear!" Some soldiers shouted, taking the initiative to turn their horses back or turn around and stand still. But the surging pursuers in the night approached them instantly and swallowed them up. They made horrifying shouts and fought with all their strength, but the shouts immediately disappeared and were replaced by moans and dying cries.
Zhang Rou's forehead was bursting with veins, but she did not stop riding her horse, just as Wanyan Xielie in front of him was also riding hard, galloping towards Huichengmen, which was getting closer and closer in front of him. Seeing the pursuers approaching, Monk Wanyan Chen suddenly threw the bundled emperor to his brother: "You guys go! I'll stop the enemy!"
Wanyan Xielie was unprepared and almost missed the emperor. He yelled: "Why are you so crazy?"
Just as Wanyan was yelling obliquely, the clanging sound of armor came from in front of them. This sound frightened everyone. They reined in their horses almost in despair, preparing for a deadly fight with enemies on both sides.
The next moment, the soldiers, like ferocious beasts made of fine iron, passed Zhang Rou and others and rushed towards the pursuers.
Zhang Rou watched a fat figure running at the front, surrounded by rows and rows of friends holding iron shields and sophisticated weapons. These Dinghai navy officers roared and rammed straight into the pursuing Mongolian light cavalry and the crossbowmen under Shuhu Gaoqi.
