Qiu Youxian's heart had turned from shock to numbness, and finally fear.
The question that he had just ignored suddenly appeared in his mind again.
Can the Western Front Army really stop the unparalleled Yong Army?
"Let's go, we're entering the city... I'll take you to the place, it's time for us men to have lunch!"
Looking at the city gate in front of him, Qiu Youxian keenly noticed that there were constant shouts in the city.
Just listen to Hu Dabiao say: "It seems... they have already started dinner!"
While they were talking, they had already entered the city gate.
After entering the city, Qiu Youxian could hear clearly the shouts inside without the obstruction of the city wall.
"Long live His Highness King Yong!"
"Long live His Highness King Yong!"
The sound came from all directions, making Qiu Youxian a little confused for a moment.
What is going on? Where is King Yong himself?
Although he had doubts, Qiu You kept them in his heart and just waited for Hu Dabiao to give an explanation.
On the streets in the city, troops of the Yong Army walked uniformly from time to time. This strict military discipline greatly opened Qiu Youxian's eyes.
Of course, the shouts of "Long live King Yong" in the city still sounded from time to time, making Qiu Youxian even more curious.
But Hu Dabiao was just rushing forward and was not a qualified "tour guide" at all. So Qiu You couldn't help but ask: "General, why are the shouts in the city non-stop? Is King Yong everywhere?"
Hearing this question, Hu Dabiao laughed out loud.
Pointing to a street next to him, he said, "You can tell by looking at it yourself?"
After taking a closer look at Hu Dabiao to confirm that he was not joking, Qiu You turned around and walked into a nearby street.
There were scattered soldiers walking around on the street, but most of them ended up in the courtyard at the end of the street.
And that shocking shout came from that courtyard.
He quickly walked to the door of the yard, and the guard soldier was about to stop him, but saw Hu Dabiao making a gesture to give way at the intersection.
So Qiu Youxian was able to enter smoothly and saw that this was a relatively large courtyard with more than a dozen long tables set up on the east side, where soldiers were dining quietly.
Several groups of soldiers were gathering on the west side. One of the groups, led by a commander-in-chief, walked neatly to the "meal collection area".
Signaling everyone present to refrain from courtesy, Hu Dabiao walked quietly behind Qiu Youxian and said in a deep voice: "You see, this is a place to eat!"
"Settled...decided!"
Following a military order from the leader's flag, the marching soldiers stopped immediately, catching Qiu Youxian's eyes.
"To the left!"
The group of soldiers in front were already facing the meal area.
Looking at the food placed in the dining area, Qiu You first knew that the soldiers were going to get their meals, and then went to the east dining area.
After a meal, there were so many things to talk about, and Qiu Youxian opened his eyes again.
But he was still confused, what was going on with the shouting just now?
As soon as this idea came to my mind, I heard the leader of the team from the front yelling: "Long live His Highness King Yong!"
"Long live His Highness King Yong!"
The soldiers' voices were loud and clear. Although there were only about thirty of them, they had overwhelming power.
Why do you shout this?
As soon as Qiu Youxian had doubts in his mind, Hu Dabiao behind him said: "It is an iron rule of our army to praise my king before dinner!"
"Everyone has been calling me this way for the past three years!"
"The name of the prince brings courage to the brothers, so that we can use our swords and guns to carve out a world in a place surrounded by monsters!"
Listening to Hu Dabiao's introduction, Qiu Youxian was deeply shocked.
In this way, the army created by King Yong has loyalty to King Yong engraved in its bones.
With such a loyal army, Meng Zhengqing's so-called surrender letter seems particularly ridiculous now.
Seeing Qiu Youxian stunned on the spot, Hu Dabiao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go... I'll send you to your place. It's time for me to eat!"
From the moment he crossed the river to now, Qiu Youxian was constantly shocked. At this moment, his heart was in a state of confusion, and he even had the idea of escaping from here.
But in the end, he suppressed all his uneasiness and fear. At least before he saw King Yong, he felt that he must not show his timidity.
Of course, this is just calm on the surface, but in fact, his defenses are riddled with holes.
Leaving this courtyard and on the way to Beicheng, Qiu Youxian could still hear shouts.
Along the way, Qiu Youxian was in a trance, and he did not recover until he was taken outside the government office.
"Go in, the prince is waiting for you inside!"
After sending Qiu You through the gate first, Hu Dabiao left with a few of his men after saying these words.
Just when Qiu Youxian was not sure where to go, an eunuch walked out of the second door, but it was Lin Quan who had not been seen for a long time.
Lin Quan followed the team transporting supplies and traveled around for half a month before arriving in Hanbei yesterday.
Following Xue Baoyun's order, he sent some food to Zhao Yanxun to improve his life.
"Are you the Minister of War?"
As he was about to meet King Yong, Qiu You cheered up and said calmly: "Exactly!"
"Follow me!"
Lin Quan didn't talk nonsense with him, he led him directly into the lobby of the government office, dropped him and left directly.
As time passed by, Qiu Youxian barely maintained a calm state of mind. At this moment, confusion and panic kept emerging. This was a situation that he tried hard to suppress.
After waiting for about ten minutes, when Qiu Youxian was sweating on his forehead, footsteps sounded from the back of the lobby.
Qiu Youxian glanced at the screen, where moving figures could be vaguely seen.
At this moment, Qiu Youxian became more and more at a loss. He didn't know how to deal with Zhao Yanxun.
But the next moment, the figure who appeared on the left side of the screen made Qiu Youxian's expression freeze.
This person is not King Yong, but King Ling Zhao Weiheng.
"His Royal Highness King Ling!" Qiu Youxian's face was full of surprise.
Yes, the person who came was none other than Spirit King Zhao Weiheng, the younger brother of the current emperor.
"Master Qiu, long time no see!"
After walking to the lobby and writing the case, Zhao Weilong slowly sat down and said: "Master Qiu... My uncle Ninth asked me to ask you what you are doing here!"
Hearing this, Qiu Youxian's face darkened and he said, "Your Highness, King Yong has rebelled. How can you not distinguish right from wrong and speak for the rebels?"
"Rebel? My ninth uncle has accepted the order of Heaven and punished the traitor according to the late emperor's edict. Please don't talk nonsense!"
The current emperor is a brother, but he is called the ninth uncle and has a close relationship with the traitor. This makes Qiu Youxian furious.
Fortunately, Qiu Youxian still maintained his last sense of reason and remembered the purpose of his trip.
"King Yong's rebellion must have been deceived by a traitor. Your Majesty is kind and kind. As long as King Yong is willing to stop, your Majesty is willing to forgive his crime!"
As long as it can delay the court's time, Qiu Youxian dares to say anything now. Anyway, he has already committed the crime of treason.
It is ironic to say that to resist the rebels and rebellion, one has to resort to treacherous means.
"Master Qiu, you mean...Zhao Weilong is willing to forgive my uncle Jiu's crimes?"
Qiu Youxian was so angry that he almost cursed when his own eldest brother called him by name and called this rebellious traitor uncle.
But now the overall situation is more important. After letting himself calm down for a few seconds, he replied: "That's right!"
Unexpectedly, Zhao Weiheng burst out laughing.
"Zhao Weilong wants to forgive Uncle Jiu? Why should he forgive Uncle Jiu's crimes?"
Having said this, Zhao Weiheng said in a deep voice: "Master Qiu, do you know how powerful the army under my ninth uncle is?"
How powerful was Yong's army? Although Qiu Youxian had only a glimpse of the enemy, he was already known to be an invincible and powerful soldier.
At this moment, the panic that he had barely suppressed crept into Qiu Youxian's heart again, making him dry and sweating.
Before he could answer, Zhao Weiheng asked: "Do you know... the morale of our army is very high?"
The morale of Yong's army is like a huge wave, overwhelming and overwhelming, and it has an unstoppable momentum.
At this moment, Qiu Youxian wanted to argue a few words, but he couldn't say a word and felt unbearable pain in his chest.
Zhao Weiheng suddenly stood up and his tone became more and more fierce: "Do you know that our entire army is on guard and ready for disaster?
"As long as my uncle Ninth gives an order, you will die without a place to die!"
Holding his chest, Qiu Youxian instinctively felt that it would be easier if he squatted down, but he did not want to show his cowardice in front of Zhao Weiheng and embarrass the court.
"Tell me, Zhao Weilong, who is not good at civil and martial arts, how can he withstand the power of my Ninth Uncle Huanghuang Tianwei? What qualifications does he have to forgive my Ninth Uncle?"
Hearing this, Qiu Youxian, who was already extremely aggrieved, screamed and fell to the ground, vomiting blood from his heart.
Stepping up to Qiu Youxian, Zhao Weiheng slowly knelt down and said in a cold tone: "You'd better go back to the capital, let Zhao Weilong wash his neck clean, and kneel outside Chengtian Gate to wait for my uncle Ninth to interrogate you!"
After saying this, Qiu Youxian spit out another mouthful of blood, and in the endless frustration and fear, he closed his eyes and fainted.
