Prepare military camp.
Zhang Dali was hurriedly packing his clothes. There were several large boxes on the ground. The one on the left was filled with gold, silver, jewelry, precious stones and porcelain.
The one on the right is filled with various documents, as well as a unicorn suit and several swords. From a distance, the scabbards are inlaid with several red and blue gems.
Zhang Dali was sweating profusely and was rummaging for something.
"My lord! My lord!"
A person's cry came from outside the house. Zhang Dali stopped searching and looked outside expectantly.
"My lord, something is wrong!" A soldier came in and said, "The emperor... the emperor... the palace is sealed, no one is allowed in or out!"
"Our people can't get in at all!"
Suddenly, the expectation in Zhang Dali's eyes turned into fear. His legs were weak and he slumped on the chair.
"Sir! Sir, are you okay?"
Zhang Dali was talking to himself as if his soul had left his body.
"It's over! You can't enter the palace! It's over, it's over!"
"Don't be afraid, adults..." As soon as the soldier started to speak, he saw several large boxes on the ground.
"Sir, are you ready to run away?"
"You want to run away as soon as something happened? What if you run away from us? And where can you run?"
Zhang Dali couldn't help but choked up.
"I...I...will always find a way!"
The soldier frowned, furious.
"Sir, what can you do, but what about us? Jin Yiwei and Dongchang just come and we can't hide this!"
"What did you say when you sent us there? Didn't you promise to arrange a way out for us? Huh?"
The gate of Beiwu Camp.
Zhu Xizhong arrived with people.
When the people at the door saw Jin Yiwei, they naturally did not dare to stop them. They knew that Jin Yiwei had been inspecting the capital camp these days.
When Zhu Xizhong entered the camp, he strangled a child by the neck.
This situation is very common, and there is a mix of old and young people in the military camp.
"Boy, do you know Qianhu Zhang Dali?"
"Recognize...recognize...recognize..."
"lead the way!"
"Uh...uh...hey!"
After a while, Zhu Xizhong and the others came to a small house.
"That's it!" said the child.
Zhu Xizhong stared at Fang Zi, took out a small bag from his waist and threw it to the child.
The bag landed in his palm with a crisp sound.
"Go buy something delicious for your mother!"
The child opened the bag and saw that there was a lot of white money inside.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
"Don't spend your money!" Zhu Xizhong kicked him in the butt.
"Zhang Qianhu, Zhang Dali!" Zhu Xizhong shouted, "Beizhen Fusi, please come with us!"
Zhang Dali, who was in the room, became even more panicked when he heard this sound.
He grabbed the soldier's hand and asked, "The Jin Yiwei are here! The Jin Yiwei are here! They are indeed here!"
"I knew they would come before we started!" Xiao Bing roared, "Where is the person you arranged? Didn't you agree that someone would take us out?"
"People? Ah, yes! I have arranged for people! They... they should have come to the capital at this moment!"
"That's good! Find a way to escape!" Xiao Bing said, "Bring out your Qianhu identity! If it doesn't work, kill someone!"
"Kill someone?" Zhang Dali said incoherently, "Kill someone? That's a Jin Yiwei! Killing a Jin Yiwei is equivalent to rebellion!"
"You've already rebelled, you know! Send us to assassinate Zhu Shitai, who is the leader of the Jinyi Guards!"
"A few of us have been arrested, and we will recruit you out without any punishment! The only way now is for us to escape together!"
After saying that, Xiao Bing went over to pick up a few swords in the box, put some jewelry into his arms, and nervously looked at the situation outside.
He had no idea that Zhang Dali, who was slumped in his chair, was muttering softly.
"Recruit me? Recruit me out! Arrested? Rebellion?"
The soldier held knives in both hands, put on a mask, and had several sabers tied around his waist.
"As long as we can get out, then..."
"Pfft!"
The soldier's face was ferocious, he trembled a few times and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Behind him, Zhang Dali smiled pervertedly and pulled out the knife stuck in the soldier's back.
"you you…"
Xiaobing's mouth was bleeding and he looked at Zhang Dali in disbelief.
"Want to push me out?"
"Then you'd better leave first! Anyway, you're going to die anyway!"
"Puff puff!" The soldier vomited blood again and fell to the ground.
Zhu Xizhong outside the house heard the faint sound of knives, and thought of the stab wound on his son.
With a bad premonition, he ran to the door, kicked it open, and rushed in with the knife in hand.
Several Jin Yiwei Baihu followed behind.
"Zhang Dali!"
Zhu Xizhong roared angrily, and as soon as he came in, he saw Zhang Dali standing next to the body with blood on his hands.
"Take it!"
"yes!"
Several people swarmed up and surrounded Zhang Dali.
"Zhu Xizhong!" he said, "What are you going to do!"
"Jinyiwei still needs to explain to you when handling the case?" Zhu Xizhong put on his posture, "I witnessed you killing someone with my own eyes. What's the reason for this?"
"I...I..." Zhang Dali looked at the guards around him warily, "He is my family soldier! I can kill him if I want! What's wrong?"
"Then what's your reason for assassinating my son?"
"What credentials do you have?"
"Catch you and serve you well, and the evidence will naturally come out!"
"Take it!"
In an instant, Zhang Dali struggled with several hundred households.
A few curious soldiers suddenly gathered outside the house due to these movements.
They heard knives colliding with each other, making a screeching sound and sparks flying. The roars of several people intertwined, and the sound of tables and chairs breaking could be heard constantly.
"Hey ha!"
"Clang clang clang!"
"Crack, click, click!"
…
Suddenly, there was no movement in the house.
Just as several people approached the window curiously to find out, a figure suddenly broke out of the window.
Several people were so frightened that they took a few steps back and grasped the weapons in their hands.
Taking a closer look, it was Zhang Dali whose face was covered in blood.
"Lord Senhu?"
"Sir, what's going on?"
Several people looked at their boss's appearance and were confused.
Zhang Dali looked at them with murderous intent like a wild beast.
"Bang bang bang!"
Several wielded knives and chopped down, and several soldiers died on the spot.
"Zhang! Big! Power!"
Zhu Xizhong also burst out of the door roaring like crazy.
One of his eyes was bloody and blood covered half of his face.
When Zhang Dali saw him coming out and no longer staying, he ran away.
"stop!"
Zhu Xizhong also immediately chased after him. The camera did not follow him, but slowly advanced into the house.
Those few Jin Yiwei Baihu had already lost their heads and legs, and lay scattered in a pool of blood.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Zhu Xizhong lost sight of one eye completely and chased Zhang Dali on the road leading to the main entrance of the camp, which was the densest place in the camp.
"Catch him! Zhang Dali is plotting rebellion! Catch him!"
Zhu Xizhong shouted while chasing.
Every time I yelled, my injured eyes hurt terribly.
The vision in his right eye also began to blur.
Zhang Dali was only about a hundred steps away from the main entrance of the camp, while Zhu Xizhong's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and the vision in his right eye became blurred because tears welled up due to stimulation.
"Order of the Jinyi Guards! Zhang Dali is plotting rebellion! Anyone captured alive will be rewarded with a reward of ten taels!"
Zhu Xizhong shouted.
He had only one thought on this matter: Zhang Dali must not be allowed to run out of the gate of Beiwu Camp.
Once you get out, you won’t be able to catch anyone!
"Catch...catch him, catch...cough cough cough cough!"
The soldiers on both sides of the road were at a loss as they looked at the two men running away, and just stood there in a daze.
"Catch him!" Zhu Xizhong's voice started to sound hoarse.
"Don't…"
"Don't let him...run...run away!"
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Zhu Xizhong suddenly felt his mouth getting hot, but he didn't care about what was happening and just stared at Zhang Dali in front of him.
Fifty steps…
Thirty steps…
Twenty steps…
Zhu Xizhong saw that Zhang Dali was about to escape, but his hands and feet became increasingly inoperable.
Finally, he no longer had the strength to catch up, so he knelt down on one knee and stuck the embroidered spring knife in his hand on the ground to prevent himself from falling.
Only then did he realize that his mouth was full of blood.
Without any time to think about it, Zhu Xizhong looked forward.
Just as Zhang Dali was about to cross the gate of Beiwu Camp, a sudden flying arrow pierced his calf hard.
Zhang Dali rolled and fell to the ground.
From a distance, Zhu Xizhong saw a tall figure.
Zhu Xizhong smiled breathlessly.
"Zhang Rong!"
"You came just in time!"
