I have 800,000 private soldiers. The emperor forces me to hand over military power?

In fact, even before Wu Fengxian ordered to fire arrows to ask for help, the accompanying soldiers of Yuhou Army had already responded in the shortest possible time.

They all drew their swords and formed an array, protecting Major General Wu Fengxian in the middle.

The soldier holding the cloud-penetrating arrow was even more skilled. He jumped up and flew straight out of the hall with a "whoosh".

boom!

The next second, I saw a black shadow floating back into the hall like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily to the floor, bleeding from all its orifices, and its life or death was unknown.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that the man who fell to the ground was not the soldier of the Hou Hou Army who had just jumped out of the hall?

He was still holding the cloud-penetrating arrow in firing state in his hand!

It's a pity that the arrow, which can be lifted off the string with a slight pull, failed to be launched.

Afterwards, a general wearing armor and carrying a sword slowly descended from the top of the main entrance of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with the help of a steel rope. Wu Fengxian and all the Yuhou soldiers in the hall came in astonishment.

"Pang Xianchu, it's you -"

Wu Fengxian was shocked and recognized that the person coming was Pang Xianchu, a famous and brave general in the Polu army.

Pang Xianchu was eight feet tall, burly, physically strong and invincible.

Following the late king Chen Polu, he fought in the north and south for more than ten years. He killed no fewer than a hundred enemy generals, and countless enemy soldiers died at his hands.

Because of this, he has the title of brave general.

Compared with Wu Fengxian's self-proclaimed title of "human massacre" for killing countless people, the title of "human massacre" given to Pang Xianchu by foreigners is much more valuable than Wu Fengxian.

Wu Fengxian's title of "Human Massacre" mostly came from his reputation for brutally killing surrendered soldiers and generals and innocent people.

Pang Xianchu's title of "Human Slaughter" was entirely due to the military achievements he accumulated on horseback to open up territory for the dynasty and behead enemy soldiers. It was the cornerstone for him to be awarded the title of brave general as the son of a slave.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the origins of Wu Fengxian and Pang Xianchu had been reversed, Pang Xianchu would have long been a military commander in the Great New Dynasty.

As for Wu Fengxian, it is very likely that he had become an unknown puddle of wolf dung on the Mobei grassland many years ago.

"kill him!"

"This general orders you to kill him and rush out with a bloody path!"

When the real and fake "human massacres" met, Wu Fengxian was the first to be red-eyed, and immediately ordered the Yuhou Army soldiers under his command to kill Pang Xianchu and carve out a bloody path.

"kill!"

The more than 20 Yuhou soldiers in the front row shouted in unison, swarmed up with their swords, and slashed at Pang Xianchu with their swords and axes, trying to make up for the lack of combat power with their numerical advantage.

There is a saying that a tiger cannot defeat a pack of wolves, but Pang Xianchu is a lion, not a tiger, and the Yuhou army under Wu Fengxian is not a pack of wolves, at most hyenas.

Facing the tidal wave of attacks from more than 20 soldiers of Wu Fengxian's Yuhou Army from all directions, Pang Xianchu showed no fear on his face and calmly drew his sword to deal with it. His whole body exudes a domineering attitude of "Even if there are thousands of people, I will go." .

The Longquan sword given by the late king Chen Polu seemed to have come to life in Pang Xianchu's hands, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the roar of the dragon and the roar of the tiger.

His sword-drawing moves are not fancy, with each swing and block showing a duel of strength and reaction.

The sword light flashed and screams continued.

In a short time, more than 20 Yu Houjun were killed and injured, but Pang Xianchu didn't even take a breath.

There was not even a drop of blood on the edge of the Longquan sword in his hand.

However, the more than 20 soldiers of Yu Houjun who were killed or wounded were all broken into pieces and their blood flowed freely. This is enough to show the speed and power of Pang Xianchu's sword.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Fengxian witnessed with his own eyes the more than twenty soldiers of the Yuhou army who were the most elite and strongest under his command, being slaughtered by Pang Xianchu like chopping melons and vegetables, and he suddenly felt fear in his heart.

"Come on, you all come together and kill this madman for me, General!"

Wu Fengxian yelled like crazy to release the fear and pressure in his heart.

"Array up!"

Another thirty or forty soldiers of Yuhou Army came out under the command.

This time, these soldiers learned from the experience of the previous wave of cannon fodder. Instead of attacking Pang Xianchu like a swarm of swarms with swords and axes, they held swords in hand and formed a battle formation in an attempt to surround Pang Xianchu.

"Huh, Wu Fengxian, the only thing you have left is letting others work for you!"

Pang Xianchu snorted coldly and raised his sword, his eyes showing contempt and disgust for Wu Fengxian.

"In the 17th year of Zhenwu, during the Battle of Mobei, I led 800 elite cavalry to attack Yuanting for thousands of miles, killing three thousand enemies and capturing countless prisoners. However, my military merits were cleverly taken away by your father Wu Qingyun, and finally it was attributed to you Wu Fengxian;"

"In the 20th year of Zhenwu, the war in Mobei resumed. The 10,000 Yunqi troops led by you went deep into the army alone and fell into a tight siege. I should risk my life to rescue them regardless of the past grudges.

In the end, you bit me back in the court, saying that I colluded with the remnants of the Yuan Court to betray the country and seek glory. If the King of Jin hadn't been the guarantee, I would have died unjustly in prison."

"In the 23rd year of Zhenwu, in the battle to pacify the Southern Barbarians in western Yunnan, it was you Wu Feng who took the lead..."

Pang Xianchu's eyes were cold and full of murderous intent. As he spoke, he waved his sword to break through the formation and approach Wu Fengxian.

The battle formation put together by thirty-four soldiers of the Hou Hou Army could not stop the brave general Pang Xianchu who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Every time he swung his sword, he was accompanied by the scream of a soldier of the Hou Hou Army.

In an instant, the battle formation formed by Wu Fengxian's soldiers to trap Pang Xianchu turned into a broken formation, and more than half of the soldiers were hacked to death on the spot.

The remaining soldiers had already been frightened by the terrifying force displayed by Pang Xianchu, and their faces turned pale with fear. No matter how Wu Fengxian scolded and cursed, they no longer had the courage and courage to take a step forward.

At this moment, in the huge Hall of Supreme Harmony, Pang Xianchu was standing on horseback with his sword drawn, while Wu Fengxian and dozens of his soldiers from the Yuhou Army were trembling with swords in their hands.

Pang Xianchu took a step forward with his sword in hand, and dozens of Yu Houjun's soldiers all took a step back.

Pang Xianchu took another step forward, while the soldiers of Yu Houjun continued to take a step back while holding the pale-faced Wu Fengxian.

The two sides advanced and retreated, and soon forced Wu Fengxian and his party to the steps of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

If you retreat further, you have to go up the steps and face Chen Huaian who is sitting on the dragon chair in the main hall and is smiling at the situation.

Wu Feng first glanced at Pang Xianchu, whose eyes were red with blood, and then turned to look at Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon chair. He suddenly became wise and roared angrily:

"Capture the thief first and capture the king first, then give them all to me, general, to capture Chen Huaian!"

As soon as he shouted, the remaining soldiers of the Yu Hou Army finally reacted and looked at Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon chair directly above the hall.

To these soldiers of the Yu Hou Army, although Chen Huaian also wore a golden armor, his image and temperament always seemed to be like a gentle scholar.

Compared with Pang Xianchu, who was pressing forward with murderous intent, the one on the dragon throne seemed to be a good master.

The soldiers of Yuhou Army who were accustomed to following Wu Fengxian's domineering behavior and acting as a mischief were the best at pinching the persimmons.

Immediately, a group of Yu Houjun's soldiers turned around and climbed up the steps, brandishing their swords with murderous intent and headed straight for Chen Huaian who was sitting on the dragon chair directly above the hall.

Facing the menacing soldiers of Yu Houjun, Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon chair, looked as usual.

He even adjusted himself to a more comfortable sitting position and crossed his legs, looking at the furious Wu Fengxian and the murderous Yu Houjun with a smile.

"kill!"

In the blink of an eye, more than ten soldiers of the Yu Hou Army rushed up the steps of the main hall. The two sides were only more than ten steps away. Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon throne, could even feel the strong wind caused by these soldiers wielding their swords and slashing at him. .

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

In the next second, countless arrows fell from the sky, immediately killing all the soldiers of the Hou Hou Army who rushed to the hall.

Immediately afterwards, eighteen dead warriors wearing silver armor and covering their faces with black gauze descended from the sky.

With the help of a steel rope, he slowly fell from the beams of the hall to Chen Huaian, then threw away the repeating crossbow in his hand, and drew his saber to guard Chen Huaian.

"Eighteen Riders of Dragon City!"

Under the main hall, Wu Fengxian exclaimed in surprise, his face turned ashen.

He had only heard that King Chen Polu of Jin had a team of silver-armored warriors who were inseparable from him. All of them were extremely courageous and skilled in martial arts.

Because this team of silver-armored warriors only consists of eighteen people, they are also called the "Eighteen Riders of Dragon City"!

However, what Wu Fengxian was puzzled about was that the Eighteen Riders of Dragon City had already been poisoned on their way back to Dragon City from the capital with Jin King Chen Polu. How could they appear in the Hall of Supreme Harmony again?

"Wu Fengxian, I guess you still have some knowledge!" Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon throne, smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Go ahead and give them a good time!"

"I obey the king's orders!"

Eighteen silver-armored dead soldiers took orders on the spot, brandished their swords and rushed down the steps to join the battle group.

Seeing this, Pang Xianchu was not willing to lag behind. He raised his sword and slashed as if he was entering a deserted area.

In a short time, all the soldiers of Yu Houjun in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were slaughtered, with all the dead and injured.

Wu Fengxian was left alone, helpless and furious, his hands holding the saber trembling:

"Chen Huaian, this general tells you that there is an army of 20,000 Yunhui troops outside the city. The 80,000 troops led by my father will arrive at Longcheng early tomorrow morning. If you dare to kill me today, my father will definitely not let you go. of!"

"I don't care whether you rebel or not, but if I, the general, have a problem in this Dragon City today, you have to carefully consider whether the 8,000 Polu troops in your hand can withstand the attack of 100,000 Yunhui troops?

I would like to advise you, don't try to be quick and cause disaster! "

"Otherwise, when Yunhui's army breaks the city, it will be the day when the city is massacred!"

Chen Huaian sneered and said: "Wu Fengxian, you are still talking so hard even when you are about to die!"

Then, he waved his hand and said: "Pang Xianchu, I order you to cut off the head of Wu Fengxian, the vanguard leader of the rebel army, and hang it on the city tower as a sacrificial flag!"

"The general will get the order!"

Pang Xianchu faced Wu Fengxian directly. He picked up the Longquan sword and raised his hand to split Huashan with one move.

In a hurry, Wu Fengxian subconsciously raised his sword to greet him.

The swords met and sparks flew everywhere.

With a "clang" sound, Wu Fengxian's "thousand-man-killing" ring-head knife that he was proud of broke into two pieces. The right hand holding the knife was shocked to the point of numbness.

Only then did he realize that what Chen Huaian said about cutting off his head and hanging it on the city gate as a sacrificial flag was not just talk.

Wu Fengxian said anxiously: "Chen Huaian, are you serious?"

"Pang Xianchu, don't come over here!"

"Chen Huaian, Chen Huaian, His Royal Highness, please don't kill me. I know the death of King Jin——"

Before Wu Fengxian finished speaking, he felt as if he was flying lightly.

The last scene reflected in his eyes was that of a headless corpse wearing armor and holding a broken knife in the splendid Hall of Supreme Harmony. He staggered back two steps and then fell to the ground unwillingly. .

Before his consciousness dissipated, Wu Fengxian recalled the admonitions given to him by deputy general Chang Chenghu before entering the city. The last thought in his mind was:

In your next life, you must listen to advice!