The sound of killings in Fuqi City shook the sky, and the thick night was illuminated by the fire like day. In the palace, Murong Fuyun, who had just killed his wife and concubine, heard the noise outside and hurriedly walked out of the main hall. When he heard the earth-shattering shouts Hearing the sound of killing and looking at the raging fire in the east city, the whole person was stunned.
Murong Fuyun really couldn't figure out why the royal city had changed like this just a moment after he killed his wife.
As the shouts of killing in the distance gradually grew louder, several guards rode up from the royal road in front of the palace. A centurion called out quickly: "Great Khan, the defenders of the West City were bewitched by Murong Fujun, and something happened. After the camp roared, Beigong Zhan and Duan Meng were all killed in the mutiny. The Dongcheng camp was thrown into a fireball by the Sui army and turned into a sea of fire. The Sui army in Nancheng also launched a fierce offensive, and the defenders of the royal city could not stop it. Stay, it will be lost soon."
Li Dewu came out closely following Murong Fuyun, and when he heard these words, his face suddenly darkened, and he cursed angrily: "How long did it take to lose the defense? You Tuyuhun people are really a bunch of trash, no wonder I can't beat Yang Ji." After saying that, he anxiously said to Zhang Zhongjian beside him: "Old Zhang, I don't want to die here! Let's go. Don't waste time with these wastes, otherwise you will definitely die."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhongjian strode forward and said "Okay". However, just when Li Dewu's heartstrings relaxed, Zhang Zhongjian pulled out his sword, stabbed him fiercely into his body, and said viciously: "Noble Mr. Li, please leave!"
He had had enough of this arrogant and arrogant young man. Seeing that none of the Li family guards were around, he just refused to do anything and stabbed this young man who he had wanted to stab for a long time.
"You..." Li Dewu looked at Zhang Zhongjian in astonishment.
With a "pop" sound, Zhang Zhongjian slowly pulled out his sword, reached out and pressed his forehead, pushed him back hard, and said coldly: "What are you? You deserve to die!"
With a "bang" sound, Li Dewu fell to the ground on his back.
Li Dewu didn't understand until his death why this obedient "dog slave" wanted to kill him? And who gave him the courage?
Everyone, including Murong Fuyun, was stunned. Murong Fuyun said in shock: "Shiwei Zhang, you..."
"Hugou, what the hell are you doing!" Zhang Zhongjian was like a cheetah. He rushed to Murong Fuyun in an instant, put the sword on Murong Fuyun's neck, and while scanning the surrounding Tuyuhun people, he held Murong Fuyun behind him. Withdrawing the troops, he said to Murong Fuyun at the same time: "I am an authentic Han Chinese, how can I be compared to a bastard like the Li family of Longxi? Even if I die, I will die vigorously and dignified. There is no such thing as betraying the country and the race. Only those who can do it can do it."
Murong Fuyun felt a sharp pain in his neck. He knew that the other party's knife had already cut his neck. He suddenly lost his soul. He staggered and leaned on Zhang Zhongjian's shoulder. As he backed away, he said: "Guard Zhang, Li Dewu said you You and Yang Ji have the hatred of destroying your country and your clan, so why not?"
After hearing this, Zhang Zhongjian's face became very ugly. His shaved-off face was trembling and twisted. Just when Murong Fuyun thought that he was being persuaded by him, there was a sudden "pop" sound, and the left side of his face was burning. The pain arose, but it was Zhang Zhongjian who slapped Murong Fuyun hard on the face with the scabbard of his left hand. As he retreated, he said ferociously: "What you are saying is half right, but I am not. The Han people, the authentic Han people!”
When Murong Fuyun heard that the shouts of killing were getting closer and closer, he almost went crazy with anxiety. However, the two of them were close to each other now. He clearly felt Zhang Zhongjian's chest tightening when he mentioned "the hatred of destroying the country and destroying the clan." His emotions had undergone tremendous changes, so he endured the pain, anger, and resentment and continued to persuade: "Shiwei Zhang, I know you are an authentic Han Chinese, but authentic Han people also need money, right? I have plenty of money, I can do anything. for you."
There was another "snap" sound from the scabbard, and Zhang Zhongjian repeated viciously: "I am a Han, I am an authentic Han!"
Murong Fuyun was so painful that she shed tears: "You..."
There was another "snap" sound from the scabbard. Zhang Zhongjian slapped Murong Fuyun viciously, and still repeated: "I am a Han, I am an authentic Han! You and he would rather shut up,"
This sentence seemed to bring him a powerful
It seemed to be a force that calmed down his emotions.
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At this moment, the sound of bowstrings rebounding suddenly sounded. The Tyuhun guards approaching Zhang Zhongjian screamed and fell to the ground after being hit by arrows. They twitched a few times and died on the ground with foam at the mouth.
More than a dozen black figures, holding repeating crossbows, came out of the darkness and said to Zhang Zhongjian: "Boss, we are late!" Zhang Zhongjian had already become a wanted criminal with his family ruined, but these people never left him, which shows that They are all Zhang Zhongjian's closest confidants and good brothers who will never leave him until death.
"Good brother! I came at the right time." Zhang Zhongjian's tense heartstrings finally relaxed. When Li Dewu was nagging about Murong Fuyun's cruelty, he took the opportunity to go out and secretly contact his brothers.
Seeing his brother arriving, he said again: "Tie up this bastard."
"Yes, boss!" A man stepped forward, took out a cowhide rope from his backpack, and tied Murong Fuyun into a big rice dumpling.
"This bastard talks a lot of nonsense and is good at deceiving people, so shut his mouth." Zhang Zhongjian ordered again.
"Yes, boss!" Someone stepped forward with a smile. He couldn't find the gag cloth for a while, so he simply took off his boots and socks, intending to gag Murong Fuyun. As soon as the boots were taken off, everyone started talking. She covered her nose and flew away from him.
Even Zhang Zhongjian almost vomited.
However, his brother first put the balled up socks to his nose and smelled it, then squatted in front of Murong Fuyun and pinched Murong Fuyun's nose firmly with one hand.
Murong Fuyun had no choice but to open his mouth to breathe. The man immediately stuffed the smelly socks into Murong Fuyun's mouth.
Murong Fuyun's eyes widened. How could he have been tortured like this?
I almost went crazy.
"Boss, the Sui army is about to come in. What should we do now?" one person asked.
Thanks to Murong Fuyun's contribution, the palace was empty at the moment. Except for their group, there was almost no one left. Zhang Zhongjian listened to the sounds outside and said to his subordinates: "The wild dog is extravagant and lustful. , even the pillars are inlaid with priceless pearls, jade, and gold. You immediately dig them out and pack them away. You only have half an hour. After half an hour, we will leave this place of right and wrong immediately."
"Yes!" Everyone didn't waste any time and rushed towards the main hall of the palace.
Zhang Zhongjian carried Murong Fuyun and followed him in, and threw him heavily on the ground. Seeing that there were ready-made pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table above, he went up and put down a pen to write a letter. Then he clamped it on Murong Fuyun's body. After thinking for a while, he went outside and brought the golden knife in, and also clamped it between the ropes.
After doing this, he lifted Murong Fuyun onto the table, and then started to use his sword to pick up the pearls on the wall behind the throne, and also scraped off the protruding golden dragons and golden phoenixes.
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