Wang Zhaolin, who had been silent all this time, had a sullen face and said hoarsely: "No, we cannot draw this conclusion! Qing soldiers is a possibility, Yang Zhan is a possibility, and our own people also have this possibility!"

His words exploded in the old camp, and even Zhang Xianzhong's body almost jumped up. The four kings stared at him eagerly, and he continued: "Our people are all within a fifty-mile radius of Phoenix Mountain. If the Qing soldiers or Yang Zhan come in, there will be no one left.

Not even aware of it, let alone approaching the old camp! Comparatively speaking, the possibility of our own people is greater."

Zhang Kewang gritted his teeth and said: "You don't know martial arts, how do you know the elusiveness of martial arts masters?"

Wang Zhaolin took a step back and said, "King Pingdong, where did you go just now? Why did it take you so long to get here?"

Zhang Ke Wangyuan opened his eyes, and blood quickly filled his eyes, "Prime Minister Wang, please don't bite like a dog. I was twenty miles away and rushed over after hearing the news. I also had to arrange for people to chase the enemy on the way. This

Don’t you need time?”

Zhang Dingguo, who came in with him, also said: "I'm late too, am I also suspected?"

Zhang Nengqi, who was kneeling next to Zhang Xianzhong's body, flew up, grabbed Wang Zhaolin's neck like an eagle catching a chicken, and cursed: "You thief, you are just a death row prisoner, and my father promoted you to become the prime minister. You

You don’t want to serve, and you persuade him to kill people in front of your father every day. We have fought on the battlefield for so many years, and we have only earned such a small foundation, but your words today and tomorrow will ruin everything! Now, my father has just closed his eyes, you

You are trying to instigate my brother again, do you still want to live?"

"What a surprise!" Zhang Kewang shouted. He didn't want to kill Wang Zhaolin before the matter was clear. In that case, he really couldn't explain clearly.

Unfortunately, Nengqi's knife used for carving was too fast, and Wang Zhaolin's blood spurted out from his neck and mixed with Lao Wansui's blood, which was regarded as a sacrifice for Lao Wansui.

Wang Zhaolin had known for a long time that Lao Long Live was his talisman. If something unexpected happened, none of the princes would be able to tolerate him. He had a lot of strategies in his mind. In times of crisis, he wanted to disrupt the Great Western Army in order to gain a foothold in the chaos.

I never thought that I would die early as soon as I tried my plan.

Zhang Dingguo stood up calmly, faced Hope, and bowed to the ground: "Brother, please supervise the country and avenge your father!"

"Brother, please supervise the country and avenge your father!"

"Brother, please supervise the country and avenge your father!"

Wenxiu and Neng Qi shouted in unison. Zhang Kewang burst into tears and helped the three brothers up, "Father is no longer here, and we brothers must hug together to protect the remaining hard work of our father. We still follow our father's previous allocation.

Everyone should take charge of his own troops. After taking care of my father's funeral affairs, go and take revenge."

Several groups of people who went to chase the Qing soldiers came back one after another. The person Wang Shangli sent out first came back and said: "We chased for twenty or thirty miles, but we didn't even see the shadow. But the people guarding the foot of the mountain did. There were five or six riders."

The men and horses rushed out of the mountains and ran towards Guangyuan, all with long braids, shouting excitedly and jabbering all the way, which was difficult to hear. Occasionally, the words Zhang Xianzhong and Yabulan were repeated."

"Yabulan?" Zhang Dingguo suddenly realized, "He is the most powerful archer in the Qing army. I heard about it many years ago. However, he should not appear here."

Yabulan had always been with Dorgon personally and should have been in Beijing according to common sense. They were more certain that it was the Qing army that killed Zhang Xianzhong, but they also realized that the situation was serious and Dorgon's army was coming.

Obviously, these people came to investigate the movements of Daxi. They accidentally bumped into the old camp and shot the battle-hardened Lao Longzai to death with one arrow!

Now that Lao Wansui is dead and Liu Jinzhong surrenders, the Qing army will definitely seize the opportunity to enter Sichuan.

Sure enough, the people sent by Zhang Kewang also came back. They did not catch up with those people, but they heard near Guangyuan that Liu Jinzhong led the Qing army into Sichuan.

Yang Zhan and his party ran to the boundary of Guangyuan, hid in the mountains, burned the Qing soldiers' equipment, and quietly returned to Chengdu. Xiao Jin and Yuanhong were very happy when they heard that Zhang Xianzhong had shot an arrow into his chest, and clamored to report to the King of Shu and his master.

Yang Zhandao: "As long as we let the news out, they will know it soon. Everyone must say that it was the Qing army's sharp archer who shot Zhang Xianzhong to death!"

Yuanhong said dissatisfied: "Zhang Xianzhong and I, the people of Shu, have an sworn hatred. Now that the great hatred has been avenged, it is time to tell the soldiers and the people that it was the general who shot the devil to death with his own hands to cheer up people's morale!"

Yang Zhan solemnly said: "If you are just looking for temporary pleasure, there will be endless troubles. Whoever kills Zhang Xianzhong, his adopted sons will seek revenge from him. You all have a deep understanding of their fighting power. Instead of letting them come to us to fight for their lives, why not

Give them a chance to atone for their sins to the Shu people."

Fei Xiaojin has always thought more deeply, "If they don't take revenge on the Qing army, but just run away, wouldn't our efforts be in vain?"

Yang Zhan said: "We are making a hole in the southwest, and Zeng Ying is blocking him in the east of Sichuan. Where is he going? To seek revenge from the Qing army, they can still find a way to the north. They have no choice!"

Subsequently, Yang Zhan re-deployed the Shu army, not only to prevent the Great Western Army from returning to Chengdu, but also to prevent the Qing army from destroying the Great Western Army and then attacking Chengdu.

After everyone dispersed, Yang Zhan fell into deep thought. In the past, Zhang Xianzhong was the biggest enemy of the Shu Kingdom. He thought that by eliminating him, he would be able to win a peaceful pure land for the Shu people. Unexpectedly, the situation today is more complicated.

Zhang Xianzhong died, leaving behind hundreds of thousands of Daxi troops who wanted to eat even the dead. The Qing army entered the pass and was invincible along the way, like wolves and tigers, and they were about to invade Sichuan.

There are also those teams under the banner of Nanming. Wang Xiang of Zunyi is always thinking about fighting for territory.

Even within the Shu army, there are many people who want to go out and claim the throne independently. Since the remnants of Yaohuang defected to Zeng Ying, Yang Zhan obviously felt that Zeng Ying reported less and less information. For example, when fighting for Shunqing, he did not report it beforehand, but afterward

There must be a formal report.

The world is in chaos, how should we deal with it in order to survive in a complex and ever-changing environment?

Da Ban Ya has been staying by Yang Zhan's side since he joined Fuhu Formation. Seeing him thinking deeply, he went to tease him and grinned, wanting to practice martial arts with him.

Yang Zhan brushed away its claws, and an idea suddenly came to his mind, "One more friend means one less enemy. In troubled times, only those who are good at manipulation will win the world."
Chapter completed!