surnamed Wang

When Wang Zhaoqi saw Wang Yijing approaching him menacingly, instead of being afraid, he looked provocative.

Seeing this, King Wu quickly stood between the two of them and said in a deep voice:

"General Wang, what are you going to do?"

"Isn't this obvious? Kill him."

"Can't kill."

"Why?"

King Wu was at a loss for words. Even if the enemy was defeated, he was still his nephew. As a minister, he had already earned the reputation of being unfaithful and unjust. If he killed his nephew again, wouldn't he be infamy for thousands of years?

Wang Siheng's expression twisted for a while and he said:

"I also want him to tell the world and give way to this king."

"Okay, then I will wait until the prince succeeds to the throne before killing him."

Wang Yijing put away his sword and left.

King Wu glanced at Wang Zhaoqi and sighed, thinking to himself, what are you doing to provoke him?

After the young emperor was captured, he never spoke again, and was even indifferent to Wang Yijing's murderous intentions. Wang Siheng was not sure whether he had any backup plan, so he ordered his subordinates to search the battlefield carefully.

It was already early summer, the weather was getting hotter, and corpses were piling up on the plains. If they were not dealt with quickly, a plague would soon break out in the army, and even the entire Zhongzhou would suffer.

A large number of corpses were poured with kerosene and burned, and the black smoke threatened to cover the sky.
The people in Anyang Prefecture smelled the smell of meat and thought it was the military men who were cooking the food. It was not until they heard from the traders who came into the city that they were burning corpses that they all looked ugly and covered their mouths and noses, or bent down to retching.

The fire was raging, and counselor Guan Changsheng sighed:
"It seems that more than [-] unknown souls will be added to the land of Zhongzhou."

"Xuanzai, when did you and Wang Yijing learn to point out the mulberry tree and scold the mulberry tree?"

"Xuan Zai is a scholar. Seeing this scene, he will inevitably feel some compassion. Please forgive me."

"Oh, I'm sincere. Don't worry, you don't need to remind me. I know the price of the throne. History books have always written only the names of successful people. In order to cover up the facts, some people will even erase the achievements of the deceased.

This king is different from those people. After he ascends the throne, the first thing he does is to erect a forest of steles here. From the generals to the soldiers, their names must be engraved on it. "

King Wu looked serious when he said this. The Confucian scholar knew that he didn't bother to say nice things, but whenever he spoke, he meant it sincerely, so he bowed respectfully and said:

"Your Majesty is benevolent and righteous."

……

After finishing their preparations, the army continued its march northward. Within half a month, it finally arrived at the gates of the capital.

The only guards left in the city were the Beijing Guards and Ouchi Guards, led by the Minister of War himself.

A nearly sixty-year-old veteran stood on the top of the city, wearing a silver-patterned bright armor that showed his majesty. He held the long knife at his waist and shouted with confidence:
"Wang Siheng, you are a member of the royal family after all. Why are you so shameless and determined to be that traitor and traitor that everyone calls for beating?"

There are not many people in the world who dare to call King Wu by his name, and the old man who has been a soldier in the city has exactly this qualification.

He was the Minister of War of the dynasty, and was also responsible for teaching the princes the art of war, riding and archery. It was because of his influence that Wang Siheng chose to join the army.

The powerful middle-aged man still remained humble enough to his former mentor. He got off his horse and came to the city, bowed respectfully and said:

"Please also ask General Gong to open the city gate."

"Wishful thinking! I heard that King Wu of yours once made a bold statement to bring the entire people of Sinan Mansion to hell. I don't know who gave you the sinister idea, but as long as I live, it will never be possible. Let someone like you sit on the throne."

Guan Changsheng from the rear turned a little ugly when he heard this, and Wang Yijing next to him did not forget to finish his attack:

"Mr. Guan, that old guy is scolding you."

Guan Changsheng was too lazy to answer him and chose to turn a blind eye. Wang Yijing asked for trouble and turned his attention to the fat man not far away. With a smile on his lips, he drove his horse forward.

"Dou Baihu, do you know the old man on the city wall?"

"How can I not recognize him? He is Gong Chengdao, the current minister of the Ministry of War."

"What about other than that?"

The fat man's face became a little unnatural, and he forced a smile and said: "General Wang, I don't know what you mean..."

Seeing that he refused to admit it, Wang Yijing continued:

"Gong Chengdao, his ancestral home is in Jin. His parents died young. He has an older sister who has supported him since he was a child. His name is Gong Chengxiu. Have you met her now?"

There was obvious sweat on the fat man's forehead. He wiped it with his sleeve and said awkwardly:
"General, since you know everything, why do you ask even though you already know?"

"Are you sure you can persuade your uncle to surrender?"

"Well...it's not that my subordinate is unwilling. My uncle has always hated evil. Not to mention persuading him, even if I let him know that I have taken refuge in the prince, he has to peel off my skin first."

The smile on Wang Yijing's face faded, and he approached the fat man little by little, "In this case, there is no use keeping you."

There was still negotiation over there, but suddenly there was a scream like a slaughtered pig. Everyone turned around and saw Fatty Dou kneeling on the ground, holding his right hand full of blood.

Wang Yijing drove his horse towards the city gate. When he got close, he took out a bloody finger and tied it to an arrow, then he drew his bow and shot towards the city gate.

"Old General Gong, take a look clearly. This is your nephew's finger. If you don't open the door yet, I will cut off his parts every other hour until it's like a stick."

Seeing the arrow that accurately landed at his feet, the old man's eyelids were twitching wildly. How could this stupid boy threaten him in front of so many people, not even King Wu dared.

Two soldiers escorted Dou Tiancheng to the front of the formation. Wang Yijing directly put the long sword on the fat man's shoulder, raised the opponent's chin with the tip of the sword and said:
"Should I cut off my ears and nose first, or shave you first?"

The old man at the head of the city was full of anger.

Without the help of his eldest sister, Gong Chengdao would definitely not be alive today. For this nephew who has no future, he has always been unable to rub his eyes, so he had to use his authority to help arrange a job for him.

He has always been honest with his nephew, not because he hates him, but because he hates that iron cannot be transformed into steel.

Below, Wang Yijing had already begun to slap the fat man's plump cheeks with the blade of his sword. From time to time, the sharp sword blade scratched the opponent's chin, and his originally nice beard was cut into a mustache.

Seeing this, Gong Chengdao couldn't bear it. He opened his long bow again and pointed the arrow tip at his nephew.

"Cheng'er, you've been a coward all your life, it's time to become a man again!"

The old man's deep tone made the fat man below him tremble. He ignored the sharp blade in front of him, climbed up using his hands and feet, and hid his huge body behind Wang Yijing.

"General Wang, didn't you say there's no danger?"

"I didn't expect that your uncle would kill his relatives out of righteousness."

"This old guy, I will never kowtow to him again during the Chinese New Year."

The fat man said the most cruel words in his life.

Gong Chengdao on the city was stunned when he saw this. Only then did he realize that the timid Dou Tiancheng had surrendered to the enemy a long time ago. He was furious, pointed the arrow tip at his nephew again, and let go without hesitation.

The arrows pierced downwards with a sound of breaking through the air. Fatty Dou was so frightened that he quickly shrank his head and shouted:

"General Wang, save me!"

Wang Yijing sighed, swung his sword, and easily cut the arrow into two pieces.

At the same time, a scream suddenly sounded in the city, followed by the collision of weapons and the cry of killing. Gong Chengdao turned around in surprise, and the city was already in a fight.

A soldier rushed up to the city and said:

"General, there are suddenly a group of armed women in the city, and they are fighting their way to the city gate."

"Where did they come from?"

"It seems to be the residence of your lords."

Gong Chengdao couldn't understand why those wealthy women got involved, so he could only order troops to besieged. King Wu also gave an order at this time, and the entire army began to attack the city.

Unworthy of a stick of incense, the city gate was opened by a few bloody women, and more than [-] troops poured in. The Beijing guards and Ouchi guards could not resist them at all, and could only watch them occupy the imperial city.

On this day, Wang Siheng, who had been planning for a long time, finally took charge of the capital.

... (end of this chapter)