Five hundred and ninetieth chapters Imperial Army Dongying
"You and your mother can be insulted by everyone in the kingdom at will. Do you think it's a foregone conclusion that Zhao Jin canonize you as the crown prince? Hahahaha, it's really ridiculous. I want you to kneel in front of me and beg me like a bereaved dog. Please let me save your life."
Zhao Zhongru couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed Zhao Zhongsheng's lapel and punched him hard. Zhao Zhongsheng was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him dared to hit him. From childhood to adulthood, he had always looked down upon him. The more Zhao Zhongsheng thought about beating him, the more angry he got. He turned around and slashed at Zhao Zhongru with a vase. However, Zhao Zhongru was not afraid of him at all, and he drank wine and couldn't stand still, so the vase was strong. Hit himself on the head.
Blood immediately flowed out, and Zhao Zhongru said angrily, "Take him back to the room, I don't want to see him."
Zhao Zhongsheng was so blinded that he forgot to continue making a fuss and was taken back to his house by his servants. After Zhao Xin heard about it, he immediately came to find Zhao Zhongru.
Seeing him come in angrily, Zhao Zhongru was not surprised. After all, in his heart, he had never had such a son, he was just an enemy with blood ties.
Zhao Zhongru immediately stood up and saluted, "Father."
Zhao Xin did not help him up, but sat directly in front of the case to read the book he was reading.
Then he snorted contemptuously, "You still know what the way of the sages is, but I'm afraid you have already lost your mind. In addition to power, do you have anything else in your eyes? Do you take me, my father, in your eyes? I am so humble. People are just hypocrites.”
After hearing these words, Zhao Zhongru stood up without waiting for Zhao Xin's permission.
"Father, I have grown up a long time ago. I am not the prince who swallowed his anger and allowed himself to be manipulated by others. There should be a deep friendship between you and me, and we should work together. Now it is your doting on Zhao Zhongsheng that makes the three of us, father and son, powerful. Like water and fire.”
There was no pity in Zhao Xin's eyes, only indescribable impatience and disgust.
"Don't think about those things that don't belong to you. Since His Highness canonizes you as the Crown Prince, then you should be the Crown Prince. I'm not dead yet."
Zhao Zhongru sat blankly for a long time. If he had known this, why would he ask more questions.
The sound of horse hooves came from far away, and the cloaks of the war horses flew. The people in the camp recognized Zhao Jin and opened the camp gate without any delay.
Zhao Jin reined in his horse and landed. He looked around with sharp eyes like an eagle. Several guards did not understand the situation and did not dare to go up at will.
It wasn't until Zhao Jin came to the fighting stage that the imperial troops lined up and stood in line under the stage. Some of them were disheveled, unkempt, and even drank alcohol in the army. These are taboos in the army.
Zhao Jin was speechless for a long time. Over the years, the combat effectiveness of the entire Zhao State's army has increased, but they only despised the Forbidden Army.
If that's the case, let's take it back together.
"Who is the commander of the Imperial Guard?"
A big man wearing black armor and a dark face hurriedly ran to the front of the stage. He knelt down on his side and said, "Your Highness, Prince Shenbei."
Although Zhao Jin is not a person who criticizes and cares about trivial matters, he takes every decision in the army very seriously.
The Forbidden Army is the last line of defense to protect the capital. The trouble is that even the Forbidden Army can choose to rebel, which is not a country.
"Who does this army take orders from?"
The commander of the imperial army replied, "There is a person with a false talisman."
"Then who has the tiger talisman in this world?"
"In the hands of the Emperor."
Zhao Jin heard the answer that satisfied him, "Well said, the Imperial Army is the last line of defense for the capital, and your combat effectiveness must not be weaker than the soldiers who go into battle to kill the enemy."
Then he smiled slightly, but the smile was like a blade glowing with cold light, making people tremble.
"From tomorrow onwards, you will follow me to Dongda Camp for training."
Then, he called away the commander of the imperial army alone.
Zhao Jin used the dim light to carefully look at the rough man in front of him. His rough fingertips were confused and he didn't know where to put them, and big beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead.
Zhao Jin asked someone to bring him wine, and then poured a bowl of wine himself and handed it to him.
The marching commander knelt down on the ground with a plop, "Your Highness, I don't dare to be a minister."
Zhao Jin stood up, walked to him, put the bowl of wine into his hand, and said loudly, "You are a good general who loves his country and protects his family."
The commander of the imperial army didn't know why he asked this, so he just followed his own thoughts and said, "Of course it is. In order to protect the territory of my country, Zhao, I am willing to die."
Zhao Jin laughed loudly and reached out to help him up while he was kneeling on the ground.
"I knew I had seen the right person, so tell me now what are your difficulties."
The air suddenly stopped. The two of them looked at each other without bowing their heads first. Zhao Jin slowly put his hand on Kai Jia, so that if there was any unexpected situation, he could draw his sword at any time.
The beads of sweat on the man's head streaked from his forehead to his cheeks, then fell to the ground and mixed with the soil.
The oil lamp flickered, and their figures were imprinted on the wall, staggered and separated like ghosts.
They were all testing each other, and were anxious in their hearts whether they should believe it or just draw their swords.
Finally, the man lowered his head and Leng Bangbang's voice sounded in the camp, "I can tell His Highness everything, but you have to agree to one request."
Zhao Jing lowered the arm he had just raised, knowing that he had won.
"you say."
"No matter what I say, all the responsibility lies with me. These soldiers are young and have parents, wives and children at home waiting to eat and drink. It is enough for me to die."
Zhao Jin looked at him firmly and said, "I agree to your request."
The man then shook his sleeves and wiped off the big beads of sweat on his head.
"It was Duke Qin, that old thief, who forced me to give up resistance the moment Wei attacked the city gate, and even forced me to go to the palace."
Zhao Jin slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He cherishes his generals very much, but if a general who has spread the word only has himself in mind and no world, even if he can capture cities and territories, he is definitely not a good general.
Fortunately, the man in front of me is a simple and honest general. His heart is in the land of Zhao and the soldiers of Zhao.
"Then why can you tolerate his control?"
The mangy man pulled the armor off his body and pulled away the lapel of his clothes. Zhao Jin saw a strange symbol inside.
The man explained, "This is the poison that the treacherous villain Wei Gong gave me. If I don't do what he said, all the soldiers in the army will die in vain from the poison."
Zhao Jin was furious. He dared to extend his hand into the army. If he didn't get rid of it quickly, he would be sorry for these soldiers.
"Then when I first came in, these soldiers were so scattered. Is it also the influence of this poison?"
The mangy man nodded, "At first we found that nothing happened after being drugged, but slowly we found that the movements of the hands and feet would be slow, and some people even had symptoms of lack of strength."