Ho Xi also said, "Yes, Brother Liu, we must leave."
Seeing this, Liu Bei knew that he could not keep it, so he could only sigh, his eyes full of gratitude and said, "Okay, since you insist on leaving, you must thank the Prime Minister on my behalf. If it weren't for the Prime Minister's token, today's affairs would not have been resolved so smoothly."
He Dong patted his chest and said, "Brother Liu, don't worry, we will convey it. If Brother Liu has any difficulties in the future, you can go and find the Prime Minister again."
After saying that, the two brothers bowed their fists and turned around and left.
Liu Bei stood there, looking at their backs as they walked away, feeling moved.
Zhao Yun rode a tall horse and led a team of elite soldiers to the Kushan border.
His face was cold and his eyes were filled with sharp light, which was the majesty that had been tempered by the battlefield for a long time.
But I thought in my heart: The Prime Minister's safety is more serious than Mount Tai. I will definitely find out the truth about the assassination when I come here. If there is any obstacle, I will never be ruthless.
Local soldiers on the border held weapons and quickly stood in a row to block their way.
A leading soldier frowned and shouted loudly: "Stop! Who are you? How dare you break into the Kushan border!"
Zhao Yun tied the reins and the horse neighed. He looked at the soldier from a high place, his voice as loud as a bell: "I am Zhao Yun, the great man! Chachatu sent someone to assassinate my prime minister. We must enter Kushan to investigate the matter thoroughly. Let the way quickly, otherwise we should not blame us for being ruthless."
The soldier was shocked, but he still held his momentum and said, "Without the order from the superior, we cannot let you enter at will. This is our duty."
Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura. He thought to himself: It seems that these people are punishing them if they are toasting.
But he said coldly: "I have advised you kindly. If you insist on stopping me, then I can only kill you. I, Zhao Yun, do what I say!"
After saying that, he held the spear in his hand tightly. The tip of the spear was shining with a cold light in the sun. The soldiers behind him were also waiting for the battle. The atmosphere became tense in an instant.
The soldiers on the border heard Zhao Yun's threat and were a little afraid, but they still had no intention of giving in.
The leading soldier gritted his teeth and shouted, "We won't let you pass by easily, everyone!"
Anger arose in Zhao Yun's eyes and thought to himself: These guys who don't know how to live or die.
His spear shook and rushed into the enemy formation first like a dragon going out to sea.
He looked solemn, his eyes fixed on the enemy ahead, and his spear was wielding airtightly.
A soldier raised his knife and slashed at Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun flashed sideways, looked at him contemptuously, thinking to himself: Such a clumsy move.
Then he stabbed suddenly, and the spear penetrated directly into the soldier's chest. The soldier's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he spitted blood out of his mouth, falling to the ground and died.
Zhao Yun's soldiers also fought with the Kushan border soldiers. The shouts of killing both sides were shocking.
Some of the soldiers on the Kushan border shouted in horror: "This man is too powerful, we are no match for it."
While killing the enemy, Zhao Yun said loudly: "It's still time for you to get out of here, otherwise there will be only one dead end." But his subordinates kept moving, and every swing of the spear took away a life.
The Kushan soldiers gradually began to retreat, their eyes were filled with fear, and the leading soldiers were sweating coldly on their foreheads, and they felt very regretful: I wouldn't have stopped them if I had known.
But at this moment there is no way out, so I can only continue to fight with my teeth.
After a fierce battle, many injured Kushan soldiers were lying on the battlefield.
The remaining soldiers were full of horror. They looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and struggle.
One of the soldiers had a pale face and trembling lips and said, "We... let's give way. If this continues, we will all die."
Another soldier was gasping, and sweat dripping from his forehead kept dripping. He sighed helplessly and nodded.
They slowly retreated aside and gave way.
Zhao Yun held the horse's reins and looked down at the soldiers with a condescending sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his cold face was disdainful.
He said in his heart: Humph, if you don’t want to eat toast, you’re afraid now.
He shouted: "Will this be enough? He had to stop being injured and bleeding."
The soldiers lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at Zhao Yun's gaze. One of the soldiers stumbled and said, "We...we are also on orders, please forgive me."
Zhao Yun glanced at them sharply and said loudly: "This time we are just to investigate the case and have no intention of entangling you too much, but if someone stops you, this is the end!"
He waved his spear and pointed at the corpse on the ground, with blood dripping from the tip of the spear.
Then, he grabbed his horse's belly and brought his soldiers into the Kushan territory in a mighty manner.
Chachatu was laughing and drinking with his concubines, his face filled with drunkenness and satisfaction.
Hearing the soldier's report, his confused eyes widened instantly, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a "splash" and the wine spilled all over the floor.
He felt as if a storm was stirring up in his heart, and he thought in horror: How could this be possible? How could the Central Plains soldiers suddenly appear here? Could it be that the assassination of me was discovered? His face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He stood up in panic and shouted at the soldier: "What did you say? Say it again!"
The soldier said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, there is indeed a Central Plains army coming towards the palace."
Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, looking panicked, muttering to himself: "What should I do? What should I do?"
The concubines next to them were also scared and lost their appearance. One of the concubines pulled the corner of Chachatu's clothes and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"
Chachatu shook the concubine's hand away, gritted her teeth and said, "Hurry up, summon all the guards and prepare for the battle! I don't believe they can easily break through the palace."
The team of soldiers who were fighting was lined up at the gate of the palace. The generals in charge looked arrogant. He stared at Zhao Yun and others and shouted loudly: "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the palace!"
Zhao Yun rode on the horse, his figure was as tall as a pine tree. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could penetrate people's hearts.
He was secretly angry in his heart: Chachatu is indeed guilty and dares to send troops to stop him.
He responded loudly: "I am Zhao Yun of Shu Han! Chachatu sent someone to assassinate my Prime Minister of the Central Plains. We come to question him and let him come out quickly and be punished!"
After hearing this, the general was a little afraid, but he still held his momentum, with a look of disdain on his face, but he was thinking: Zhao Yun is a ruthless character, so he can't succeed easily.
He said, "Hmph, no evidence, don't slander Your Majesty."
Zhao Yun opened his eyes wide open, his spear trembled, and made a buzzing sound. He sternly said: "We will investigate all the way, and the evidence is conclusive. If you stop it again, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."
His eyes revealed the determination to kill, which was the iron-blooded energy that had been through the battlefield for a long time.
With the command of the general, the Kushan soldiers rushed up like a tide.
Zhao Yun had a cold expression and was fearless. He clamped his legs and rode his horse forward like a tiger rushing into the flock of sheep.
Zhao Yun waved his spear, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly in the sun. His eyes were like torches, and every time he made a move, he had the determination to kill.
A Kushan soldier held a big knife and slashed at him. Zhao Yun turned sideways, with a look of contempt on his face, and he thought to himself: You dare to die even if you are so skilled.
His wrist turned, and his spear stabbed out like a spirit snake, directly piercing through the soldier's throat.
The soldier's eyes were wide open, his throat made a giggle, and he fell to the ground and lost his breath.
The Kushan soldiers were shocked by Zhao Yun's courage, but they could only continue to attack with a tough bullet.
Zhao Yun rushed left and right in the crowd, his face splattered with blood, looking like a god of war walking out of hell.
Zhao Yun's soldiers also fought fiercely with the Kushan soldiers. They all took the lead, and the shouts of killing were shocking.
A big soldier was besieged by several Kushan soldiers. His face was flushed and his sweat was soaked in his clothes, but he was not afraid at all.
He was shouting: We are here for the Prime Minister, and we must not retreat.
He gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist the enemy's attack.
After seeing this, Zhao Yun rode his horse to rescue him.
He swept across the spear and forced the Kushan soldiers back. He shouted to the soldier: "Don't be afraid, let me kill you!"
The soldier looked at Zhao Yun gratefully, cheered up again, and followed Zhao Yun to continue killing the enemy.
The battle became more and more intense, and there were more and more corpses on the ground. The morale of the Kushan soldiers gradually declined and they began to retreat step by step.
The general was shocked when he saw this situation. He gritted his teeth and decided to go into battle himself.
He held a long sword in his hand and rushed towards Zhao Yun.
When Zhao Yun saw him, he curled a sneer on his lips and thought to himself: Finally, a decent person came.
He shook his spear and went up to meet him.
Zhao Yun stood with a gun, his battle robe roared in the wind, his face was splashed with blood from the enemy, and his cold face was filled with disdain.
He looked at the Kushan soldiers falling all over the ground and sneered, "Hmph, with this little combat power, he dares to come out to fight, it's really vulnerable."
The subordinates beside him were also proud, and one of them echoed loudly: "General, their level is simply a waste of our time."
Zhao Yun's eyes were like a torch and shouted loudly towards the palace: "Chachatu, you turtle shrank, why don't you get out and die quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being so rude!"
At this time, a Kushan soldier who was lucky enough to be uninjured got up from the ground tremblingly. He was full of fear, his eyes were filled with panic, and he was extremely scared, afraid that Zhao Yun would kill him if he was unhappy.
He stammered, "You...you wait, I...I'll go in and report now."
Zhao Yun looked at him contemptuously, and the spear suddenly poked the ground, making a dull "bang" sound. He said loudly: "Go quickly, don't let us lose our patience."
The soldier nodded, turned around and ran into the palace, muttering in his heart as he ran: This man is so terrible, I hope His Majesty can have a way to deal with it.
The soldier ran to Chachatu panting, his face pale and his body was still trembling slightly.
He lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Cha Chatu's eyes. He said with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, something is wrong. A Central Plains army came outside. They said... You sent someone to murder the Prime Minister of the Central Plains to question."
When Chachatu heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy. His eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a dangerous aura. He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart: These damn Central Plains people were found so soon.
He asked viciously, "Then why didn't you stop them?"
The soldier's head lowered, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said in a crying voice: "Your Majesty, that army is very powerful, we are no match for it at all. We... we all tried our best, but we still failed."
Chachatu angrily kicked over the table next to it, and the wine glasses and fruits on the table rolled all over the floor.
He roared, "Waste, all are a bunch of waste! What's the use of me raising you?"
The soldier continued tremblingly, "Your Majesty, the Central Plains soldiers are shouting outside, asking you to go out immediately, otherwise you will enter the palace."
After hearing this, Chachatu's face turned red and his eyes were full of anger. He raised his foot suddenly, kicked the soldier hard, and cursed: "Damn things, you will say these disgusting words."
The soldier was kicked to the ground, but he didn't dare to complain, but just lay there and shivered.
Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, feeling extremely anxious.
He gritted his teeth and thought in his mind: It will be a lot of danger to go out, but if he doesn't go out, I will be unable to resist them even if they really enter the palace.
His face was gloomy and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. On one hand, he was fear of death and unwilling to lose his dignity.
Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, and his heart felt like he was overturned. He knew that this time it was difficult to be good, but escaping was not a solution. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and decided to go out and face it.
When he appeared at the door of the palace, he tried hard to straighten his spine, his chin raised slightly, trying to make himself look full of momentum. But there was a hint of undetectable panic hidden deep in his eyes.
Zhao Yun stood there, pointing his spear diagonally on the ground. His eyes were cold and he stared at Chachatu like a sharp sword.
Seeing Chachatu appear, Zhao Yun asked coldly: "Are you looking Chachatu?"
Chachatu squeezed a smile on his face, which was stiff and forced. He secretly warned himself to calm down in his heart.
He said, "Haha, it's the guests who are coming from afar. Thank you so hard for your journey."
But as he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, and his heart kept thinking about solutions and how to escape from Zhao Yun's hands.
Zhao Yun raised his chin slightly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon. He turned his spear in his hand and said strongly: "I am Zhao Yun, the great man. I am here today just to assassinate my prime minister."
A hint of panic flashed in Chachatu's eyes, but he immediately smiled and bowed slightly and said, "General Zhao, this is really unfair."
He spread his hands open, looking innocent, but he was thinking quickly about countermeasures in his heart, thinking about how to make Zhao Yun believe his words.
He continued, "I respect the Prime Minister of the Central Plains. I have always admired the Prime Minister's talent and strategy. How could I do such a ruthless thing?"
Zhao Yun frowned and stared at Chachatu tightly, trying to see a flaw in his expression.
He sternly said, "Don't speak cleverly here."
Chachatu's face changed slightly, but he quickly recovered his calmness. He touched his heart and sweared: "General Zhao, there must be a misunderstanding in this. I guess someone deliberately framed me and wanted to provoke a dispute between me and the Central Plains. I swear to God that I have never done such a bad thing."
His expression seemed extremely sincere, but he was praying in his heart, hoping that Zhao Yun could believe his false words.
After hearing Chachatu's defense, Zhao Yun's sneer on his face became even more intense. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a biting chill was revealed in his eyes. He thought to himself: Chachatu really doesn't see the coffin and shed tears.
Zhao Yun shook his spear, pointed the tip of the spear directly to check the picture, shouting sternly: "Don't talk nonsense here! Do you still want to deny it? If you don't admit it, I will bear you here today!"
His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in front of the palace with unquestionable majesty.
His heart was full of anger. The assassination of the prime minister made him heartbroken. At this time, facing this possible mastermind behind the scenes, his murderous intention had already aroused.
The hand holding the spear tightly, the blue veins swelled up due to the force, as if it was about to stab the spear out the next second.
Chachatu looked at Zhao Yun's resolute appearance and was shocked.
He had a fine bead of sweat on his forehead, his eyes wandering around in a panic. While thinking about ways to save his life in his heart, he stammered: "General Zhao, I was really wronged. You can't just kill me."
The sneer on Zhao Yun's face was like the frost of winter, and anger was burning in his eyes.
He thought to himself: If Chachatu doesn't eat the toast, then don't blame me for being ruthless.
He waved his spear and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, encircle this Chachatu for me!"
The big Han soldiers acted quickly and surrounded Chachatu.
At this time, the Kushan soldiers heard the news and ran over.
Zhao Yun's eyes swept towards them, and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain. He laughed loudly and said, "What? The defeated generals just now dare to come here? Do you want to taste the taste of failure again?"
The Kushan soldiers looked at each other and couldn't help but hesitate.
They looked at Zhao Yun's majestic appearance and their hearts were filled with fear.
One of the Kushan soldiers gritted their teeth and said with courage: "Don't go too far, this is our royal palace!"
Zhao Yun laughed to the sky, his laughter was full of arrogance.
He said, "Excessive? Did your king ever think too much when he sent someone to assassinate my prime minister? If this matter is not resolved today, I will definitely wash away the place!"
His words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, and his decisive aura made everyone know that he was not joking.
Chachatu looked at the scene in front of him and his face turned pale.
Chapter completed!