Jun Jiuling

Cheng Guogong resisted the decree. At the beginning, the emperor asked the officers and soldiers of the Northland to return to defense, but Cheng Guogong refused.

But this is not actually a decree of resistance. It can be said that it is based on the measurement of the battlefield situation, that is, the order of the king outside will not be accepted.

And later Cheng Guogong followed the emperor's order and returned to the capital from the north.

The first emperor once said that Cheng Guogong was a loyal, brave and resolute man, and this word loyalty came first. He was brave and invincible in killing the enemy and serving the country. He was a great hero and a loyal minister in the eyes of the people.

"What crime are they accusing me of?" Cheng Guogong asked.

"Conspiracy." The general said solemnly.

Zhu Zan laughed, as if he had heard the funniest words in the world.

"Treason," he said, "Treason!"

He didn't say anything else, just repeated these two words, Cheng Guogong didn't say anything, just looked at the general, his expression was gentle, not even a trace of anger.

But the general couldn't help but look away.

"Is there any evidence?" Duke Cheng asked gently.

The general's vision was a little erratic.

"Probably so," he said.

Zhu Zan urged him to take a step forward.

"Maybe?" He raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Do you know who you are saying these three words to?"

He stretched out his hand to tear off his robe, exposed his sturdy upper body, and pointed at the scars of swords and arrows all over the front and back.

"We have fought bloody battles for more than ten years, and we have suffered injuries like this. With these three flimsy words, you are going to blame us? How can you say it?"

The general's expression remained so cold, but he himself felt hot, and couldn't bear to look at Zhu Zan.

"That's why." His tone also eased a little, "Your Majesty wants you to go back to Beijing, so that you can be cleared if you check it out."

Zhu Zan sneered and wanted to say something, but Cheng Guogong called him.

"Okay, Zan'er, stop talking," he said.

Zhu Zan turned around anxiously.

"Father," he yelled, "are we going back like this?"

Cheng Guogong smiled.

"Of course not," he said.

of course not?

The general froze for a moment, did he hear wrong?

But the next moment he saw Cheng Guogong pull out a long knife from the carriage.

He is very familiar with this knife, just like people in the world are familiar with Cheng Guogong, it is the long knife that Cheng Guogong never leaves, beheading countless golden men.

"This knife is not for use against our own people." Cheng Guogong said, suddenly turned the knife head, held the knife head, turned the handle outward, and looked at the general with a gentle expression.

The general's face became stiff and gradually turned pale.

"Master, you, what do you mean?" He stammered.

"It means, I'm not going back, I'm leaving." Cheng Guogong said, smiling gently at him, and the hilt of the knife slapped on the horse's hip in front of him.

The horse neighed, and the coachman threw the long whip in his hand, stood up and held the reins tightly.

"Drive." He shouted.

The horse galloped forward like an off-string arrow.

The general felt cold all over.

"Catch him!" He shouted, drew out his waist knife, and ran towards Cheng Guogong's chariot and horses first.

With a bang, the knife in Zhu Zan's hand knocked his knife away.

The huge impact made the general fall off his horse.

There were chaotic shouts from all around, and nearly a hundred soldiers had surrounded Cheng Guogong's carriage.

The spears stabbed at Cheng Guogong like a forest.

Cheng Guogong still sat in front of the car with a calm expression, waving the handle of the knife in his hand.

With a clattering sound, the spears in front of them were swept away, and the soldiers on horseback were brought down.

The gun was retracted after dropping the hilt, without touching their bodies at all.

Using the handles of the knives to face each other, they only knocked down their weapons, and the force was limited, without hurting the lives of these soldiers at all.

The general who fell to the ground looked like he was about to cry.

Grandpa, since you want to disobey orders, you should be more ruthless, why make them so difficult.

The soldiers obviously thought the same way, even more so than the generals.

To them, Cheng Guogong is like a god. They adore, love and worship him, but they have no choice but to order him to hunt him down. At this time, seeing Cheng Guogong confronting each other with a knife hilt, so as not to hurt their lives, their psychology collapsed instantly.

The soldiers who were shot down were still on the ground, and the soldiers behind them retreated with a clatter, their spears hanging down.

Zhu Zan took the lead, and Cheng Guogong's carriage galloped forward, rushing out of the siege of the soldiers.

"Damn, what are you doing!" The official who had been hiding behind the Dali Temple came back to his senses, and shouted angrily on the horse, "We can't let the prisoner escape!"

He urged his horse forward, watching a car and a horse galloping forward.

Cheng Guogong went out of Beijing in a low-key manner with a light car. There were only three members of his family. Except for a coachman, he had no other entourage.

This was all investigated in advance, so he mobilized a hundred people, and these people were enough to escort the family of three back.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Guogong dared to resist the order.

Since the resistance...

The official's eyes narrowed, with a cold light.

"Bowman." He shouted, "Duke Cheng fled in fear of crime, so shoot him to death."

The generals and soldiers were startled, and remained motionless.

"Are you also going to resist the order?" The official shouted angrily, looking at the soldiers coldly, "Don't forget that you are officers and soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who exactly are you obeying?"

Is it the land of the king in the whole world, and the land of the land is the king's minister.

The general gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

"Bowmen," he shouted.

The soldiers took out their bows and crossbows in unison and pointed them at the chariots and horses galloping ahead.

"Fire the arrows." The general shouted, closing his eyes and not wanting to watch.

There was a buzzing sound through the air, and feathered arrows flew towards Duke Cheng's chariot and horses like rain.

The horse neighed, and Zhu Zan's arrow fell from the horse under Zhu Zan, but Zhu Zan didn't fall down, and jumped onto the carriage.

The horse pulling the cart was also shot and fell, but the cart did not roll over and fall apart.

The boards of that ordinary-looking carriage spread out like wings in the blink of an eye, and the ding ding sounded continuously. It was the sound of feathered arrows falling on it and then falling.

The officials and generals here looked surprised, this carriage was actually made of plate armor!

This Cheng Guogong really didn't really obediently leave his post and return to his hometown. He didn't want to be a thief and didn't have a guilty conscience. Why did he use plate armor as a carriage? What was he guarding against!

Officials were furious.

So what if there is a plate armor to block the bow and crossbow, without the horses and chariots, the three of you can't escape.

"Catch 'em," he yelled.

The soldiers with bows and crossbows urged their horses to surround Duke Cheng.

The ground shook.

its not right.

The general looked down at his feet, and then looked back cleverly, his expression suddenly changed.

At some point, a group of people appeared behind them. Although they were clothed in common clothes, they held bows, crossbows and long knives in their hands.

Not only behind him, but other people also noticed it, and looked around in surprise.

As if emerging from the ground, hundreds of people surrounded it from all sides.

They didn't say a word, their expressions were cold and solemn, their horseshoes stepped together, and the bows and crossbows in their hands gleamed coldly, and they surrounded the soldiers.

Without them talking, the soldiers holding up their bows and crossbows to surround Cheng Guogong all stopped.

"You, who are you?" The official shouted with a pale face.

No one answered him because no answer was needed.

After Cheng Guogong got out of the carriage, Zhu Zan helped Madam Yu, and someone came to welcome them and brought three horses.

No guards, no private soldiers, liar! Shameless! The official trembled all over, and his face turned red and white.

"Mr. Cheng."

Seeing Cheng Guogong's family get on their horses over there, the official couldn't help shouting anymore.

"Do you know what it means for you to go?"

Cheng Guogong looked back at him.

This trip will mean absconding in fear of crime, committing a serious crime of rebellion, losing his prestige, being spurned by the people, and more than ten years of military exploits will be wiped out.

The official stepped forward, his face pale and earnest.

"Mr. Cheng, since you are open and selfless, please go back and tell the world." He said in a trembling voice, "Why be a thief!"

Cheng Guogong smiled gently, turned the long knife in his hand and put it behind his back, and urged the horse forward without saying a word.

Mrs. Yu is obviously good at equestrian skills, so she followed closely.

Zhu Zan spat in this direction, and threw the knife in his hand at the official.

"Fuck you," he yelled, turning and galloping.

Although the distance was far away, the knife flew towards him like an arrow, and the official retreated subconsciously with a low cry.

The half knife landed obliquely a few steps away from his feet, splashing dust and sinking in.

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"Inverted!"

With a bang, the emperor smashed the tea cups on the table to the ground, waved his hands and shouted angrily.

"He reversed!"