Chapter three hundred and fifty seventh assassination
In the light of the fire, Zhan Xiong's face was ashen and his fists were clenched, as if he was on the verge of explosion. [%High Speed Text First Station]
Lu Heng knelt down and saw the large bag of arsenic spilled on the ground, and couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.
With such a big bag, there is no problem in poisoning thousands of people. There is simply not enough to take care of a hundred or ten people.
Raising his head and looking at the shopkeeper and the waiter, who had ashen faces and trembling bodies like chaff, Lu Heng reached out and patted Zhan Xiong on the shoulder: "Ask them, who is so creative?"
"Yes!" Zhan Xiong nodded. After standing up, he stared at the two attempted poisoners with gloomy eyes. He waved his hands to the two soldiers and said, "Take them into the woodshed!"
"Sir, sir, we are innocent!" After being joined by the two soldiers who exuded a cold temperament, the shopkeeper was immediately paralyzed with fear and begged for mercy with tears in his eyes.
"Then there are more than a hundred of us, wouldn't we be more innocent?" Lu Heng sneered and said to the shopkeeper. Then he turned around, waved his hand, and asked Zhan Xiong to take him down.
The night was dark, with stars twinkling in the dark blue sky.
In the stove, the fire was blazing. The burning wood made a crackling sound, and little sparks rose up in the flames, as beautiful as the fragments of the flames.
Lu Heng leaned on the chair, squinting his eyes slightly, thinking in his mind, who had the courage to murder more than a hundred people like him at the feet of the emperor, outside Tokyo.
Are they the remnants of Qingcheng Road?
It's unlikely. Lu Heng shook his head and overturned this clue in an instant. This is the outskirts of the capital, and building such an inn requires approval from Jing Zhaoyin. Now, Qingcheng Road is like a rat crossing the street, and everyone is shouting to beat it. It seems
Jing Zhaoyin is not so bold. He colludes with Qingcheng Road.
Moreover, Dazhou attaches great importance to land. For such a large piece of land, and it is outside the capital, ordinary people will not be able to approve it.
This means that the other party is a group of officials. At least there are officials involved. Moreover, they are heavyweights.
Is it An Peng?
Will not!
Although An Peng seems to be the biggest suspect, Lu Heng knows that this person has high political intelligence, fierce eyes, and knows how to advance and retreat. This can be seen from the fact that he gave up Fan Zeng to protect the commander in the chess game. With him
With my wisdom, I will never disturb the Snow Wolf Camp and offend the military at the cusp of this storm.
So, from this point of view, there is only one last possibility left.
The person who did this was a member of the bureaucratic class. Moreover, being able to put pressure on Jin Zhaoyin Zhaocheng clearly meant that this person had an extraordinary status.
The other party is cruel and ruthless, but his political wisdom is not high. Moreover, this person should be a stubborn person who does not listen to the opinions of his staff and acts arbitrarily.
Otherwise, the military would not have stretched out its claws when it won a great victory.
There are so many clues that I can't see them in my mind.
At the end, King Jin's name stood out in Lu Heng's mind.
Ah……
After thinking clearly about who planned this poisoning case, Lu Heng couldn't help but shook his head and laughed dumbly.
No wonder the emperor would not pass the throne to him.
What a brainless guy!
After thinking about who the other party was, Lu Heng felt much more relaxed.
He picked up the tea, blew it, and was about to take a sip when Zhan Xiong had already come out of the woodshed.
"Have you asked clearly?" Lu Heng put down the tea cup, turned around, looked at Zhan Xiong, and asked.
Zhan Xiong sat down on the chair, shook his head dejectedly and said: "I asked clearly, but they just said that three days ago, a masked woman came to them and asked them to do this! As for the masked woman
They didn’t see what the woman looked like!”
Lu Heng smiled nonchalantly, and after giving the cup of tea to Zhan Xiong, he thought for a while and said, "They didn't say how old the woman is? Do they know?"
"Twenty-four or five years old, in her prime. Moreover, according to those two people, the woman seemed to have some kind of special fragrance. Like, like..." Zhan Xiong nodded and was about to drink tea when he discovered this
The tea belonged to the military advisor. He quickly put the tea cup down and said with a smile.
"It smells like sandalwood, right?" Lu Heng took a sip of the tea and asked lightly with a smile in his eyes.
Hearing this, Zhan Xiong's eyes suddenly lit up, he slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, it smells of sandalwood! Your shopkeeper, it seems to be the smell of the temple! Why didn't I think it was sandalwood?"
After patting his head in frustration and laughing at himself, Zhan Xiong suddenly raised his head, looked at the military advisor sitting in front of him with calm eyes, and asked in surprise: "Military advisor, do you know..."
After hearing this, Lu Heng did not answer him. Instead, he closed his eyes, leaned on the chair and thought quietly.
In my mind, the scene of the woman looking at him in the small courtyard and faintly saying those words that Xiao Lang was a passerby from now on was still vivid in my mind.
Perhaps, this is God’s will!
Lu Heng made an excuse to comfort himself. He shook his head and smiled. He opened his eyes and looked at Zhan Xiong with a questioning look on his face, shaking his head and saying, "I don't know!"
"Ah?" Zhan Xiong was suddenly confused.
Lu Heng punched him angrily and cursed with a smile: "Ah what? Hurry up and get ready. I guess these thirty-something men in black should be pretty good at it. Be careful!"
"Commander, don't worry!" Zhan Xiong stood up, patted his chest and said with a bang.
After seeing Zhan Xiong leading the people away, Lu Heng looked at him apologetically and said to himself: It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that it is too dangerous for soldiers to participate in political struggles.
He sighed in his heart, turned his head, and looked into the distant distance of the miserable night. Lu Heng's eyes had become calm again.
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Stars twinkle in the night sky.
The wind picked up, and the straw on the fields undulated like waves.
A field mouse came out of its nest and listened with excited ears for a moment. Suddenly, with a whooshing sound, it turned into the tunnel again,
Then, right where the field mouse had just stood, a foot with a whistling sound passed by.
Under the vast darkness of night, a group of more than thirty masked men in black crouched in the grass and quickly approached the inn ahead.
When they were approaching the inn, the person walking at the front suddenly squatted down. The entire team stopped in an extremely orderly manner.
"What's wrong? Boss!" Someone next to him stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
The masked man in black squatting in the straw and holding a steel knife looked at the dimly glowing lantern at the door of the inn in front of him. He frowned and said, "Something's wrong!"
The companion took a look and saw that the inn was lonely in the night. Nothing was wrong. He turned around and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"The other party shouldn't be so lax!" The leader of the man in black squatted down. His eyes flickered as he looked at the lantern swaying in the wind under the door of the inn and whispered.
The companion thought for a while and suddenly smiled and said: "The shopkeeper must have succeeded!"
Seeing that the boss was still frowning and thinking hard, the companion smiled and said: "Don't worry, boss. Didn't I say above that the scholar's personal guard Ximen Chuixue is not in this team, and there is no Ximen Chuixue. Our brothers will take care of those big soldiers.
It’s not like playing!”
"But, I think these soldiers are not ordinary soldiers!" The boss still hesitated, turned around and said to his companions.
"oh!"
Suddenly, a strange voice sounded beside me, and then, in the rice fields not far away, more than ten torches suddenly appeared.
The light of this blazing torch instantly illuminated the field as bright as day.
The abnormality suddenly occurred, and the man in black suddenly shook his body, grasped the steel knife, stood up slowly, and glanced around.
In the firelight, there were soldiers with iron-faced faces all around. In their raised hands, crossbows and arrows emitted a cold light that made people feel horrified.
One of the officers, a big man, slowly walked forward. After raising his head, he tilted his head. He looked at the boss and curled his lips and said: "Then tell me, what is the difference between us and other sergeants?"
"Kill!" Several of the men in black who were closest to him impulsively pulled out their knives and rushed over like the group of sergeants.
However, before they could take two steps, they heard a sound like the sound of a bow string vibrating. Then, they saw the man in black who rushed out and was shot through the head by an oncoming crossbow arrow.
With a sound, he fell to the ground, his limbs twitched, and he became motionless.
Such a lightning-like killing action made the men in black surrounded by the center suddenly awe-inspiring. Their hands holding the knives were filled with sweat, and they slowly backed away.
But the big man seemed to have seen nothing, with that cold smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, looking at the old man in black: "Tell me about it, I really want to hear it!"
The boss of the men in black secretly waved his hand back, and upon receiving the signal, the men in black collectively shrank and gathered in a circle. The steel knives were all pointed at the surrounding sergeants.
"Who are you?" The boss of the man in black asked, holding a steel knife and pointing at the big man walking over.
The big man smiled, pointed at his nose, and said, "Ask me!"
"My name is Zhan Xiong!" The big man answered the man in black's question happily, and then he stared at the man in black coldly: "What about you, who are you?"
Show your strength?
The man in black muttered something silently, and suddenly he was startled. He raised his head, looked at the big man, and asked in shock: "Are you from the Snow Wolf Camp?"
The man in black remembers the name Zhan Xiong very clearly.
That army that slaughtered everyone in Goryeo, like a devil, appeared and disappeared, killing countless enemies, not only made the people of Goryeo and Japan frightened, but even some people in the country changed their expressions after hearing about it.
At that time, when he accepted this task, he asked his superiors whether the soldiers escorting the scholar could be Zhan Xiong's soldiers.
However, the people above told him that Zhanxiong's troops were still staying in Goryeo to maintain order.
He had calculated everything, but he never expected that he would meet the tiger and wolf master of Xuelangying here.
Cold sweat poured down his face, and his eyes were blurred for a moment.
The man in black looked ahead. Under the light of the torch, the military advisor with a face as heavy as iron swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.
He secretly took a step back, and as soon as he made this move, he saw the soldiers around him raise their crossbows with a loud bang, and the cold arrows were aimed at him.
"What should I do? Boss!" The companion's eyes were full of fear, sweat appeared on his forehead, and he smelled the man in black saying.
The man in black, who was targeted by dozens of crossbows, was frightened. He believed that as long as he made the slightest move, the other party would release the arrow immediately.
Now, he stayed where he was, not daring to move, letting the cold sweat blur his eyes, not even daring to raise his hands.
"Kill!" At this moment, several men in black could not bear the pressure, so they drew their knives and rushed towards the soldiers of the Snow Wolf Battalion.
The soldiers didn't blink an eyelid and directly triggered the crossbow.
The arrows shot out with great force and were densely packed, killing more than ten men in black on the spot in the blink of an eye.
A man in black rolled forward on the ground. After dodging the rain of arrows above his head, he drew his knife and slashed at a soldier.
The soldier had no expression on his face. After blocking the steel knife of the man in black with his crossbow, he raised his foot and kicked the man in black in the chin like lightning.
There was a scraping sound, and the sound of fractures made people sweat all over.
The man in black spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop, and his body flew backwards into the air.
With a plop, the body flying in the air fell just at the boss's feet.
Looking at the blood-stained face of his companion, he lost all vitality at all. The boss finally couldn't bear the panic in his heart, his eyes were filled with fear, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Then, I saw his legs weakened and he knelt on the ground with a plop: "Let's vote... uh!"
Before I finished speaking, I felt a chill in my heart.
A steel knife penetrated his chest, and bright red blood burst out from his chest.
"You!" The boss's mouth was bleeding. He turned around and looked at the companion behind him who had a grin on his face. After the shock in his eyes, he suddenly understood.
"So you are one of theirs..." After the boss said these words intermittently, he died of anger and fell to the ground without moving.
"Brothers, if we fall into their hands, we have no choice but to die. Let's fight with them!" The man in black who killed the boss kicked his body back, pulled out the bloody steel knife, and shouted loudly
With that, he led his men and rushed towards the soldiers of the Snow Wolf Battalion on the opposite side.
On the opposite side, Zhan Xiong was not surprised when he saw what happened. When he saw this guy frantically encouraging his men to rush over, Zhan Xiong moved his lips and coldly ordered: "Kill!"
As the words fell, the sound of bow strings vibrating resounded.
Black arrows were shot out from the crossbow in a whoosh. Like black locusts, they fell towards the opponent like a blanket.
Puff puff……
The sound of the iron arrow penetrating the body sounded particularly penetrating in this wilderness.
The torch was burning brightly, and under the fiery red light, the men in black, waving knives and screaming crazily, fell to the ground one after another.
After a round of volleys, only one person survived.
However, it seems to be a coincidence that the only surviving person happened to be the guy who just encouraged the others to risk their lives.
At this time, he looked at the Snow Wolf Battalion soldiers on the opposite side who were stringing their bows again, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
Looking into the cold eyes of the tiger and wolf warrior, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, shook his wrist, and the steel knife in his hand fell to the grass with a clang.
"I surrender!" The man knelt on the ground with a plop, holding his head and begging for mercy.
Zhan Xiong frowned when he saw the guy kneeling on the ground, kowtowing as if he were making a fool of himself. He casually took the crossbow from the soldier beside him. Without even looking at it, he fired the crossbow directly at his forehead.
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puff……
The iron arrow screamed and stabbed firmly into the forehead of the man in black.
"Kill your companions, damn it!" Zhan Xiong looked at him with disgust, spat, and cursed with contempt. (To be continued)