Changfu turned his eyes away from Zhu Xiaosun and said seriously: "When did anything go wrong with the matters that the prince entrusted to his subordinates?"
"Sun He and others are all here and can review the training results during this period at any time."
Zhao Huan is at ease when Chang Fu is doing things.
Half an hour later, in the Jiaofangsi compound, three hundred dung bullies headed by Sun He were already lined up in the courtyard, ready to fight.
These dung tyrants are all strong men selected by Wang Daquan after using his old nose skills.
There are three hundred people in Qingyishui'er, tall and sturdy men, with an average height of five feet nine inches, and the tallest one reaches six feet one inch.
In other words, these guys were all 1.8 to 1.9 meters tall. Even in later generations, this height was far above the average.
After some training by Changfu, the former dung tyrant has begun to take on the aura of a tiger and a wolf.
but……
They are not yet tigers and wolves, they are just jackals at best.
Jackal or wolf, he is still a wolf.
Zhao Huan had already emptied the Jiaofang Division in advance, so he shouted unscrupulously: "If I send you to the battlefield now, will you have the courage?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the dung bullies shouted in unison: "As a prince, why should you fear death?"
very good!
What Zhao Huan wants is this momentum. The most important thing on the battlefield is courage. Without courage, any technique is meaningless.
"In that case, I will go to Yizhou with you tonight!"
As soon as he said this, Dung Ba, who was full of momentum just now, instantly showed a dumbfounded expression that was caught off guard.
They thought Zhao Huan was joking, but no one expected that he was serious!
Not to mention Dung Ba, even Chang Fu staggered in shock. He turned around and looked at Zhao Huan with his eyes wide open.
"Wang...Wang Ye, what did you just say? Rush to Yizhou?"
"You should take back your magical powers. If the princess hears this, she won't be able to do anything to you, but she will definitely tear off the head of her subordinate."
Changfu felt that Zhao Huan must be ill, otherwise why would he say such nonsense?
Zhao Huan was not joking. After thinking hard, he finally judged that if he wanted to capture Gao Tuo Shan's head, he had no other way but to personally lead his troops to Yizhou and sneak attack Gao Tuo Shan.
However, the plan to send out elite troops, cooperate with Yue Fei inside and outside, and attack Gaotu Mountain from two directions, could no longer keep up with the situation.
There are less than ten days left before the deadline.
Only by traveling lightly, traveling under the stars and under the stars, and attacking Yizhou by surprise can we turn decay into magic.
Unfortunately, all the people under Zhao Huan who could fight were trapped in Yizhou Mansion. As for Li Gang, although he had secretly formed an alliance with Zhao Huan, he was still an official in the capital and could not blatantly do things for Zhao Huan.
So after much deliberation, I had no choice but to go into battle myself.
Zhao Huan did not explain the reason, but directly issued the order to Chang Fu.
"The three hundred people I just borrowed from Zhu Xiaosun are just a cover to attract the attention of Cai's party members."
"When these three hundred people arrive, you can pretend to prepare and train. Only in this way will the members of the Cai family believe that the king is still in Bianjing City."
"Tonight, I will disguise myself, carry dung and transport night incense as a cover, and leave the city with Sun He and others."
"Don't worry about weapons and equipment. I have arranged for Chen Zhao and Wang Daquan in advance to prepare a batch of armor by bribing officials from the Ministry of War."
"While I am away from the capital, you must not let me know anything. Otherwise, you will suffer a lot when I come back!"
Seeing that Zhao Huan had prepared so carefully, it was obvious that this idea did not come up overnight.
Changfu was so shocked that he was sweating all over. He racked his brains and could not imagine that Zhao Huan would go to Yizhou in person and kill Gao Tuoshan.
This is... really the style of King Ding!
There's nothing in the world that he wouldn't dare to do.
Changfu looked sad and said with fear: "When the prince leaves, don't talk about it for seven or eight days, but talk more about..."
"How can the princess deal with the situation after not seeing the prince for such a long time? The prince is clearly putting his subordinates on the fire."
Zhao Huan's eyes widened: "You still dare to complain, what do I want you for? Now is the time when I need your help."
"I don't care what reasons you use, you must stabilize the palace. Otherwise, if the palace is in chaos, the news of my going out will be leaked. By then, I will never be able to return to Bianjing alive."
Changfu knew very well that no one could change the decision made by Zhao Huan.
There was no other way, Changfu could only bite the bullet and accept it.
But when he thought that Zhao Huan had to deal with the princess alone in the past few days after leaving the capital, Chang Fu's calves twisted.
Zhao Huan ignored Gui Changfu, turned to look at his grandson He, and raised his eyebrows: "Don't you keep saying that you will go through life and death for me? Now the opportunity has come, how about it?"
Due to the sudden incident, Sun He was still in a state of confusion. At this time, facing Zhao Huan's inquiry, Sun He was immediately heartbroken and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, my lord! Even if I die on the battlefield, my subordinates will also die."
Die before the prince."
Sun He turned to look at the other dung tyrants and shouted: "Your Majesty does not despise us because we are from a humble background and has been supporting you so much. How can we let you down?"
"It doesn't matter that we are humble, we must not let future generations follow in our footsteps."
"If anyone is afraid of death, get out of here right now. Those who are left behind will die with the prince!"
None of the three hundred dung tyrants flinched. From the moment they became soldiers of the palace, they were ready to die generously for the palace.
Only in this way can they get rid of their bottom status.
"I will die with the prince!"
The three hundred dung bullies did not dare to shout loudly to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, but their suppressed and low roars made them even more powerful.
Zhao Huan's eyes were equally firm and his voice was resounding: "If anyone can come back alive, he will no longer be a dung tyrant, but a soldier of the royal palace!"
"If this king succeeds to the throne in the future, you will be the ones who live in the mansion and the future imperial guards of the Song Dynasty!"
Although Zhao Huan hates the position of crown prince, it is undeniable that this big cake can indeed inspire the fighting spirit of these scumbags.
"The royal guard..."
Sun He clenched his fists, his eyes gleaming, wishing he could follow Zhao Huan to fight on the battlefield right now.
The morale of the three hundred dung tyrants has reached its peak.
Zhao Huan asked everyone to make final preparations while he returned to the palace and had lunch with Zhu Lian and Zheng Qingyun. There was constant laughter and laughter at the dinner table.
The two girls never imagined that Zhao Huan would soon leave Bianjing and go to Yizhou.
At night, Zhao Huan followed the original plan and went to the backyard, put on the clothes of a handyman, and left quietly through the back door.
After a while of burning incense, he met up with Sun He and others, and together they pushed the dung truck and slowly walked towards the city gate.
Since all the manure haulers were familiar faces, the guards briefly checked them and then let them go.