surnamed Wang

Seeing Zhao Hou being knocked down, Cheng Xing rushed between the two men without caring about his face. Jiang Fengnian had no intention of taking the other man's life, so he put away the bamboo pole and returned to the team.

Sima Kuan glanced at the unconscious Zhao Hou, drove his horse to the front of the formation, and said loudly:

"Your Highness King Wu, it's a draw now. Why don't you and I fight in person? If the prince loses, he withdraws from the Sinan Mansion. If I lose, I retreat three hundred miles. How about that?"

"This king has exactly this intention."

Wang Siheng waved his hand, and his subordinates presented a piece of armor. Different from the expected new and shiny armor, this piece of armor was completely dark red, with knife marks all over the surface. Some of the scales were missing, exposing the black cloth underneath.

King Wu unbuttoned his shirt in front of everyone, revealing scars of different sizes all over his body, like a centipede crawling. It was obvious that he had not taken care of them well at the time.

The generals present seemed to be used to it and quietly put on the armor for the other party. Wang Yijing, who had always regarded him as a wretched fat man, couldn't help but feel a little moved. The words of the old groom were indeed not false at all. Wang Siheng was also a brave general when he was young.

While he was thinking about it, Deng Zhixiao's slightly embarrassed voice came from the side:
"Your Majesty, please close your belly, it won't fit in."

"How is it possible? It was obviously fine before."

"When did you say before?"

"Only four or five years ago."

"..."

Deng Zhixiao was speechless for a while, and the feeling that Wang Yijing had just had disappeared.

After finally stuffing his stomach into the armor, his subordinates brought a strong Dawan horse. Fortunately, King Wu still had the ability and simply turned over to mount the horse.

Taking a golden sword, the man urged the horse to walk towards the center of the battlefield. Seeing this in the distance, Sima Chengguang couldn't help but said:
"Can he really fight like this?"

Jiang Fengnian, who was cold-faced from beginning to end, said:

"Leaving aside his treacherous behavior, King Wu's skills are second to none in the entire dynasty. No matter whether he is on horseback, dismounted or leading troops, no one among the three armies can match him.

The golden-patterned sword in his hand has great origins. It was a gift from the late emperor. It can kill the faint king at the top and the sycophant at the bottom. "

"Oh, according to what you said, wouldn't it be reasonable for him to rebel?"

Jiang Fengnian looked deeply at the young man and did not reply. The deputy general next to him broke out in a cold sweat and whispered quickly:
"General, please be careful, aren't you saying that today's emperor is a coward?"

After being reminded, Sima Chengguang also realized the seriousness of the problem. There was a secret guard known for collecting intelligence standing next to him. He wouldn't tell His Majesty all this, right?

The young man was shocked and confused here, but the two were already fighting over there.

Wang Siheng seems to have a fat body, but he is extremely flexible when using his hands.Since recovering from his back injury, he has continued to exercise every day. In a few months, he has transformed from a fat man into a flexible fat man. The fat on his body has not only not been a burden, but has improved his endurance and ability to withstand beatings.

Sima Kuan held an unusual iron sword in his hand. Because the horizontal blade was difficult to operate, it could not even be called a weapon. It was mostly used as a ritual weapon.

The gun in Sima Kuan's hand has obviously been modified. It has three blades and a spear tip at the top. It has the functions of stabbing, cutting and hooking at the same time.

He used this weird-looking weapon extremely smoothly, and with its length advantage, King Wu was exhausted every time he swung it.

Seeing that he was outmatched, the latter swung away his long sword, widened the distance, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his spear from the side of the horse, and made a starting gesture.

"Ding!"

The tip of the spear collided with Ge's blade, and sparks shot out. Originally, a head-on collision would have no effect, but Chang Ge broke off one of the blades directly after the collision.

Sima Kuan was slightly shocked and took back his weapon, looked at the inconspicuous dots on the fracture and said:

"Golden gun?"

"Know the goods."

King Wu grinned, and pursued the attack with his left hand as the axis, and his right hand kept pumping the handle of the gun. The opponent passively parried, and there was a loud noise for a while.

Pieces of broken iron fell from the air. After more than ten moves, Sima Kuan only had a bare wooden stick in his hand. Wang Siheng put away his gun and stopped walking:

"How about it, are you still fighting?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Sima Chengguang from a distance took the lead and couldn't help but said:
"Father, after we take down the rebels later, can you give this precious spear to your child?"

King Wu frowned and turned his head. The young man's expression did not show any panic at all, but a playful smile.

Suddenly a scream came from the crowd on his own side. He was startled, turned around hastily, and an arrow shot through the air towards him.King Wu drew his sword and cut off the feather arrow. The sound of horse hooves was heard behind him. Sima Kuan rushed towards him dragging his wooden stick and shouted loudly:
"Your Majesty, you dare to look left and right when fighting with me. Isn't it too arrogant?"

"Sima Kuan, how dare you cheat?"

Wang Siheng had already guessed the whole story, and shot away the attack, eyes wide with anger.

Sima Kuan sneered:

"You, King Wu, are allowed to rebel against Ji Hong, but your Majesty is not allowed to retaliate with an eye for an eye?"

After saying that, he picked up the wooden stick and hit the opponent again.

……

King Wu's camp was in complete chaos. Before some soldiers understood what was going on, they were stabbed from behind by Pao Ze, who had been with him through life and death.

Deng Zhixiao tied a red cloth strip on his right arm, raised the shining steel knife and said:
"Brothers, join me in killing traitors and conspirators."

"Kill the traitors and punish the rebels!"

The crowd roared in response, and the originally solid formation instantly collapsed. Many soldiers tied up the red cloth they had prepared first and waved their swords at their comrades who were usually as close as brothers.

"Deng Zhixiao, you actually betrayed the prince!?" Cheng Xing looked at the man of his own age in surprise.

The other party looked indifferent and said in a deep voice:
"My whole family is in the capital, and we really can't do this kind of business."

"Okay, okay, I, Cheng Xing, am blind." Cheng Xing slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist.

"Mr. Cheng, Deng Zhixiao is Wang's subordinate, and I should handle it." Wang Yijing came to the side and unsheathed his sword.

Cheng Xing glanced at the young man, thought for a moment, nodded and put down his weapon.

Wang Yijing stepped forward, raised his sword, and was about to stab the opponent, when a sudden chill came from behind him. He was startled and quickly turned away.

There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the expected scene of being pierced through the back did not happen. He turned around, and the dead soldier Zheng Yu was standing behind him, blocking the sneak attack blade for him.

Wang Yijing looked at Cheng Xing with shock on his face, "Even you?"

The latter did not reply, with sarcasm in his eyes.

A silver gun quietly emerged from the crowd and penetrated directly into the belly of the unsuspecting young man.

Wang Yijing staggered and took a step back, blood dripping from his abdomen to the ground. Zhao Hou, who was supposed to be unconscious, shook off the blood on his gun and stood slowly with Cheng Xing.

Deng Zhixiao raised his knife and walked towards the injured young man, his face no longer showing his usual simplicity.

"Brother Wang, I'm sorry, you are the biggest threat."

……

Behind the military formation, the soldiers were also in chaos.

Some people swore that the person next to them was a traitor and killed them regardless. Then they changed their identities, tied red cloth strips on their arms, and began to exterminate the rebels openly.

This method of confusing the public and hearing spread throughout the King of Wu camp, and the soldiers were all in danger and distrustful of each other.

Sima Chengguang led the counter-rebellion army into the enemy formation, slashing and killing them. The entire battlefield was filled with screams and blood.

At the top of the city of Sinan Mansion, a thin figure saw this scene and sighed.

"I have long told him that people's hearts are separated from each other. After so many years, those old departments may not be the same as he remembers."

While he was talking, a general rushed up to the city wall in panic, knelt down and said:
"Princess, there is chaos in the city now, please follow the general and leave as soon as possible."

The woman turned back and said calmly:
"Using this method to deal with me would be too disrespectful, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crossbow arrow shot through the general's head, and four women in black appeared at the top of the city, protecting Liu Mujin in the center.

The woman moved her lotus steps lightly, stepped over the corpse, and said calmly:
"Come on, come with me to save the prince."

... (end of this chapter)