The next day, in Xinzheng City, the story that thousands of soldiers in the neighboring town were slaughtered by men wearing bamboo hats and scarlet masks gradually spread in Xinzheng with the help of bad people. News was even released that this man had entered Xinzheng. In the city.
The commotion made the people of Xinzheng panic, and many nobles heard about it and recruited many warriors to guard their homes and courtyards.
And in the general's mansion,
Ji Wuye stared at the information in his hand solemnly, stared at Mo Ya and asked:
"Are you sure this news is true?"
Mo Ya said in a deep voice:
"General, my subordinate personally took this from the coir raincoat guest."
Ji Wuye's face turned even uglier after hearing this. There were basically no problems with the information about the coryclothes guest. In other words,
It's true that that man killed thousands of soldiers!
Looking at the description of the man's clothes in the corycloth guest's intelligence, Ji Wuye felt a deep sense of fear in his heart. He was basically certain that the man who massacred thousands of soldiers was the bad handsome man who had severely injured him before!
What is the concept of killing a thousand people with one blow? Even as a late-stage Xiantian, I can only rely on my own horizontal external skills to fight against more than 300 people, and I can't kill them all with one blow.
That one blow killed a thousand people... Ji Wuye's heart trembled.
I'm afraid only an innate master can do it.
Ji Wuye thought of what the bad handsome man did to him that day, and he knew that he had always been in his sight.
He was really a little scared. If he had wanted to take revenge on the bad handsome man before, he didn't dare to think about it now. Instead, he was afraid that the bad handsome man would find him again.
Even though he covers the sky with one hand in South Korea and has countless killer soldiers under his command, they cannot bring a sense of security to Ji Wuye. He only has one life. If he dies, everything will stop. The power and money he possesses will no longer exist. .
Ji Wuye's rough face showed a trace of tangle,
Then he gritted his teeth and ordered:
"Mo Crow, ask Bai Yifei to bring 10,000 silver-armored troops to Xinzheng, and also bring the Baiyue Killer Group."
Mo Ya was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he raised his hands and said, "I'll do it now."
Ji Wuye felt helpless in his heart and waved his hand to make Mo Ya retreat.
Mo Ya, who left the General's Mansion, thought to himself:
"It seems that the intelligence about the commander's arrival in Xinzheng has begun to panic Ji Wuye, otherwise he would not have recalled Xinzheng after the blood-clothed Hou Baiyifei, who has seemed so distant and distant in recent years."
Not long after, a crow carrying the latest information flew into the window sill of Zilanxuan. Zinu took off the silk cloth tied to her feet and took a look, with a hint of disbelief in her beautiful eyes.
The red lips were slightly opened and she looked at Ying Ziqing, who was playing chess with Wei Zhuang calmly.
"The young master is serious about what happened~ Mo Ya has received a letter. Ji Wuye has sent him to summon the Blood-clothed Marquis to lead troops into the city."
Wei Zhuang was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but sigh at his commander's terrifying plan. Ji Wuye stepped on the commander's plan every step of the way.
Just when he was stunned, Ying Ziqing's white piece fell, ending the chess game. He smiled slightly and said:
"The chess field is like a battlefield, so you can't be distracted."
"That's what the commander taught you."
"How did you do at the Korean court?"
"Commander, I have already won over more than a dozen officials, but their ranks are not very high." Wei Zhuang said with some shame. Although the Marshal assigned bad people from Xinzheng to him, he did not find out the evil of those important officials. material.
Ying Ziqing looked calm and said in a calm tone: "It doesn't matter, you just need to gather those lower-level officials. I will make my own arrangements for the others."
"As you command, Commander."
Ying Ziqing glanced at the chess game on the table and murmured: "It seems we can proceed to the next step..."
At night,
The house of Fourth Young Master Han Yu is still brightly lit.
Due to the recent uproar over the incident of one man killing a thousand troops, Han Yu also strengthened the defense at his residence.
After three or five steps, you can see a guard on duty.
Han Yu's adopted son Han Qiancheng even patrolled the perimeter personally to ensure the safety of his adopted father.
At the moment, Han Yu was having fun with his concubine in his own house.
At this moment, the candlelight in the house dimmed, and the next second,
Two silver needles suddenly flew out from the darkness and pierced Han Yu and the concubine respectively.
Suddenly the two lost control of their bodies.
Ying Ziqing, dressed in bad-looking clothes, slowly walked out of the darkness.
There was a hint of joking in his hoarse voice: "Fourth Young Master is in great interest, but I am interrupting him."
Ying Ziqing slowly came to Han Yu, pinched the concubine's neck, and with a click, the concubine who was favored by Han Yu passed away.
Seeing Ying Ziqing severing his concubine's neck without saying a word, Han Yu's eyes were full of horror and he looked at Ying Ziqing pleadingly.
He has recognized that this person is the terrifying person who massacred thousands of soldiers in the rumors.
"Haha, sir, don't be afraid. I just don't want her to hear the conversation between you and me. Don't worry, you are still useful to me, and I won't kill you."
Ying Ziqing raised his hand and pulled out the silver needle. Han Yu, who had recovered his mobility, did not yell, but immediately put on his clothes.
Then he knelt down in front of Ying Ziqing with a plop and said respectfully: "Sir, this little Han Yu, if there is anything that a little man can do, please give me your orders."
Han Yu spoke very quickly, fearing that he would be stabbed by Ying Ziqing before he finished speaking.
Looking at Han Yu who was so wise, Ying Ziqing sneered in his heart, but he was a smart man who could bend and stretch.
He found a chair and sat down, looking at Han Yu condescendingly, with a hint of confusion in his voice:
"Do you want to be the king of Korea?"
Han Yu, who lowered his head, trembled. Become the king of South Korea? It is not to be the crown prince of South Korea. Although he has such ambitions, he is still a little hesitant when someone asks him openly.
Ying Ziqing looked at the hesitant Han Yu, sighed softly, placed the Greedy Wolf Sword on his leg and stroked it.
Han Yu shivered, then no longer hesitated and said honestly:
"My lord, I have had a fantasy in my heart, but my strength does not allow me to do it, so I dare not put it into practice."
Ying Ziqing's slender fingers tapped the scabbard in his hand rhythmically.
"I can help you become the new king of Korea, but you have to be my puppet."
Han Yu's expression changed, and his expression was uncertain. He could see that Ying Ziqing just wanted to use his status as a prince to control South Korea.
It is said that he is the king of Han, but in fact he is a puppet with a crown on his head.
Ying Ziqing glanced at Han Yu, who looked gloomy, and said calmly:
"By being my puppet, you can still enjoy a life of glory and wealth for a few years. If you don't do it, another prince will die in Xinzheng City tomorrow.
Besides, I am not negotiating with you. "
Ying Ziqing raised his hand and injected a zhiyang inner energy into Han Yu's body.
Feeling the strange feeling in his heart, Han Yu knew that he had no choice. Besides, even without him, there were other young masters to choose from.
Rather than die like this, it is better to be a king of pleasure for a few years.
Han Yu knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of Ying Ziqing.
"It is a small honor to be a grown-up's puppet."
