He immediately reined in his horses and rushed out. The cavalry behind him also put away their bows and arrows, and left with Zaha.
Only a bunch of confused-looking prairie people were left.
After being able to shoot the vulture, Zhao Xiaole and others are very fast.
He carefully avoided the gathering place of the tribe, relying on the memory of the flying bird, and quickly headed towards the location of the royal court.
One day and one night later, Zhao Xiaole and others successfully arrived at the edge of the royal court.
It's not dark yet.
There are not many guards on the outside.
Zhao Xiaole did not hesitate and immediately asked the people below to launch an attack.
Zaha, who was standing next to him, looked for a long time before realizing that he was in front of the royal court.
He didn't even know how he came to the royal court.
However, he had a hunch.
It had a lot to do with his ability to shoot vultures. He felt like he had become an accomplice.
Zaha stepped forward on horseback and stopped him: "Sir, you promised not to attack us prairie people."
"Please spare them."
"I'm willing to continue shooting vultures for you."
He still held on to false expectations, hoping that Zhao Xiaole didn't know that the camp in front of him was the Monan Royal Court.
Zhao Xiaole snorted and shouted, "Go away and don't block my way. I didn't promise you anything."
Zaha was unwilling and stepped forward to grab Zhao Xiaole's reins and begged: "Sir, please let us go."
Zhao Xiaole grabbed his wrist and slowly took his hand away, "My patience is limited, please don't challenge me."
"roll!"
Shake Zaha away.
Zaha lost his balance and fell under his horse.
He managed to stabilize his body, and regardless of the pain on his body, he couldn't help but plead, "Please go around them, go around them...!"
The shouts were heartbreaking.
How could Zhao Xiaole care?
He immediately rode his horse and rushed forward.
In the distance, other Jingyang soldiers rushed over.
The guards of the royal court also noticed them in advance.
The two sides started fighting.
Facing the powerful Jingyang army, the guards of the royal court did not give in too much.
They were originally the most powerful warriors on the grassland.
There was a big man over two meters tall, who was most powerful and powerful.
He was holding two big hammers in his hands, just like holding two millstones.
Open the bow left and right.
No Jingyang army could get close to him.
A person is blocked in the middle of the royal court, and no Jingyang soldiers can rush in.
Zhao Xiaole urged his horse to arrive.
Holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, he has murderous intent in his eyes.
He yelled, "Get out of the way!"
Turning the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, he slashed through.
When the big man saw him coming, he laughed loudly, swung two hammers and hit his horse on the head.
It was hit hard by two hammers from him.
Zhao Xiaole and his horse were about to be smashed into pieces.
Choi lang lang~!
The Qinglong Yanyue Sword swung up and hit the local double hammers, causing sparks and scratches.
Even though Zhao Xiaole has strong internal strength.
He was also shocked to the point that his hands were numb.
Fortunately, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was also of good quality. How could an ordinary spear protect him from this heavy blow?
"continue!"
The big man shouted and started fighting with Zhao Xiaole again.
Zhao Xiaole turned the horse's head and came back to kill him. He waved his knife and looked at the big man on the ground. The big man also waved his sledgehammer to teach him.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the hammer are intertwined with each other.
The two of them went back and forth and passed a lot of tricks.
The location leading to the King of Yue's golden tent was also blocked by two people.
No one can get in.
Zhao Xiaole hit him a few times and knew that if he continued to fight, the King of Yue would definitely escape.
He sold a flaw, separated the big man with his long sword, and then rushed into the King of Yue's golden tent.
Zhao Xiaole dragged the long knife all the way and ran without anyone daring to stop him.
Anyone who intercepted him would be cut into two pieces with one strike of his sword.
The King of Yue in the golden tent knew something was wrong.
He did not expect that people from Jingyang would raid Monan.
He and his concubines hurriedly packed up their things, and under the protection of the guards, they detoured behind the golden tent and left.
Unfortunately, there were also many Jingyang soldiers surrounding him outside.
I saw someone coming out.
No matter what, he fired a bunch of arrows.
If you are surrounded from behind, you can only go to the front.
The only way was for the big man to resist the Jingyang people in front and let him cover the Yue King to break out.
If we break out of the siege, we won't be able to take the concubines with us.
The King of Yue took one look and showed no pity, saying: "That's all, I must leave first before I can avenge you."
"You can stay in peace!"
I thought he was the king of Yue, but he was forced to abandon his wife and children and run away.
My heart was inexplicably on fire.
Made.
A bunch of lucky Jingyang people.
I don’t know why I bumped into Wang Ting.
When he gets to Bayar's military camp, he will definitely bring his men back to kill him.
The person from Jingyang tonight must be tortured to death in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.
And that Bayar.
If you attack Jingyang, then attack Jingyang.
Why would a Jingyang soldier be sent here?
Wait until you get military power.
Bayar must also be punished and executed.
When the concubines learned about their fate of being abandoned, they all cried.
There was a lot of wailing.
The King of Yue was upset when he heard this, so he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to leave.
Suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves outside, heading straight for the golden tent.
Cold light emerged.
The golden tent was cut open with a crash.
Before they could react, Zhao Xiaole, wearing a golden hat, rode in on a war horse.
"Who is the King of Yue?"
He shouted loudly, causing everyone in the tent to panic.
The guards around the King of Yue immediately stood in front of the King of Yue.
His actions undoubtedly revealed who the King of Yue was?
Zhao Xiaole urged his horse forward and cut the guards in half with one knife, blood splattering into the golden tent.
Sprayed all over the ground.
The King of Yue and his concubines all had it.
Several people were already stunned.
He stood there and didn't dare to say a word.
Zhao Xiaole briefly read the memory of the dead man and confirmed that the person in front of him was the King of Yue, and was about to ask questions.
A roaring voice.
A big man holding two hammers rushed in.
Seeing Zhao Xiaole standing in front of King Yue, his eyes were red and he roared to kill him.
Zhao Xiaole will not fight with him.
If you work hard, you won't have any advantage at all.
He used the tip of the knife to stir up the weapon on the ground and flew towards his thigh.
The big man didn't have time to resist with his hammers, so he swayed and dodged slightly.
Zhao Xiaole flicked another weapon.
The big man couldn't dodge and his thigh was scratched.
Another sword shot came.
Hit the big man right in the leg.
His feet gave way and he fell to his knees.
No more strength to attack.
All that could come out of his mouth was a roar of unwillingness.
The imperial guards rushed in one after another, pierced the big man's arm with their spears, and tied him up.
People outside were either killed by the imperial guards or controlled by them.
The big man roared as he was dragged out by the imperial guards, which meant that the battle was completely over.
Zhao Xiaole ignored him, turned to look at the panicked King of Yue, and put the Qinglong Yanyue Sword on his neck.
"Is your head strong, or is your knife sharp?"
The King of Yue was so frightened that his legs almost gave out. He said tremblingly: "Your knife is sharper."
