There was a crowd in the distance.

Accompanied by bursts of shouts.

Wei Ming followed King Xin's line of sight, and was shocked to realize that reinforcements had arrived.

"Lord Wang."

He whispered a reminder in King Xin's ear.

King Xin nodded, his eyes showing a look of relief.

Wei Ming suddenly felt a long sigh of relief, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help laughing: Is there 3,000 illnesses on his side, even a man who only wears a single knife can't resist it, and now he has to hope for reinforcements to relieve the urgent need, and I don't know how many people will laugh at it if he wears it out.

Xin Wang Zhu Ciyi is far less thoughtful than Wei Ming at the moment, he wants to stop Tang Yinbrown and bring back the woman with a seven-trick exquisite heart, as long as this goal can be achieved in the end, no matter what means are used, no matter how unbearable the intermediate process is, he doesn't care.

Get the heart that brings the dead wood back to life in spring, and you are the one who really has the last laugh.

"It's artillery."

King Xin said this calmly, but his eyes could not hide his joy.

Wei Ming looked up in confusion, not sure if the young prince was talking to him, so he had to silently look at the people and horses of King Qi who were rushing towards the foot of the mountain, and only then did he see the two bronze one-man high cannons hidden in the crowd that were inconspicuous but enough to earn all the attention, and instantly understood where King Xinxi came from.

King Xin hooked the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were as clear as water under the moonlight.

If you didn't know that he was ruthless, at this time, just seeing the appearance of this young talent who had just passed the age of standing, I don't know how many girls would fall for it.

This imperial uncle finally did not disappoint himself.

This surprise is indeed the weapon he needs most at the moment.

"Wei Ming," King Xin beckoned, and the henchmen around him immediately bowed forward to listen to the instructions, "You take someone to meet King Qi, remember, be sure to ask King Qi to detour from behind the pass to this mountain." ”

Wei Ming didn't dare to receive the order immediately, so he glanced at Tang Yinbrown, who was still fighting on the mountainside, and then turned to look at King Xin, his heart overflowing with concerns.

King Xin waved his hand a little impatiently, and said, "Don't be so indecisive, this king will let you go down, and you will go straight down." Even if that Tang Yinbrown is killed, he may not really dare to do such a rebellious thing as killing this king, it is nothing more than taking me hostage and coercing you to surrender.

"The king of Qi must bring him up: if he climbs up from the side hill and encounters Tang Yinbrown, the artillery will be robbed directly, and he will lose all the plates; If the king of Qi himself occupies the opposite mountain, is far away from this king, and treats Tang Yinbrown according to his own stupid way of fighting, he will lose the whole game. Do you understand? ”

Wei Ming didn't dare to hesitate at all when he heard this, and saluted solemnly: "The subordinates understand, and the subordinates will lead people down." ”

Seeing Wei Ming go down the mountain, King Xin turned around and looked in the direction of Tang Yinbrown again.

At this moment, Tang Yin, who was single-handedly upright, had already killed red-eyed, and those who dared to block his way would kill people, and gods would kill gods.

Where the dust sweeps away, there is no piece of armor left.

After the well-equipped soldiers, who had originally relied on a large number of soldiers, rushed forward one after another and flew their corpses one after another, the soldiers standing in the rear saw their comrades becoming cannon fodder one by one, and no longer dared to laugh at the prince behind him as he did before the war.

There shouldn't be any human being who has such a god-defying ability -- to fight against thousands of troops with the strength of one man without retreating?

A full moon fell overhead to the west, and on a mountain in the twin peaks of Jiamen Pass, blood and water were splashed everywhere, and the screams and heart-rending screams of lack of qi were endless.

King Xin squinted his eyes, and faced every movement of Tang Yin's brown upward climb - he wanted to see with his own eyes whether this reckless man who watched him grow up day by day and taught him to read and write by himself would really stab himself after succeeding?

He bet he wouldn't—he bet that he had one last bit of knowledge about this rebel.

When Tang Yinbrown was only five hundred steps away from the land under King Xin's feet, King Qi and his artillery arrived in time - Tang Yinbrown was one step slower after all, but King Qi's artillery arrived at the best time.

Five hundred paces is the best range of this artillery.

Unlike his nephew, who gave birth to a good skin, King Qi was originally born with a mediocre appearance, and his already gray hair and wrinkled and loose skin showed that he was growing old day by day.

Although he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, although he has a lot of kung fu, he is helpless to resist the ruthlessness of the years. The old prince used all his foot effort to reach the top of the mountain in the fastest time, and he was already panting and sweating profusely, and even some of his face was pale, and he almost couldn't stand on his feet, and shook a few times in a row.

King Xin hurriedly stepped forward to support his uncle, who was no longer in his prime—the two had never been on the same side as they were today, and he had never been so grateful to the old man as he was at this moment.

King Qi didn't appreciate it, waved his arm vigorously, shook off King Xin's hands that were holding him, his eyes were full of disgust, and he said in a stiff tone: "Where are the people?" ”

King Xin couldn't understand the temperament of this imperial uncle anymore, so naturally he would not be angry because of his disobedience to the old and his senseless false name, and still said with a respectful look: "On the eastern mountainside, there are only less than five hundred steps left from this mountain, and the little nephew will lead the imperial uncle over." ”

King Qi answered from his nose, beckoned and ordered someone to push the two cannons up and move to the east with him.

King Xin glanced at the two dark cyan cannons, and King Qi bowed slightly in half a step to lead him to look east, and said softly: "Please also ask the emperor to listen to the little nephew, this artillery can't be directly blasted out and hurt Tang Yinbrown's life, only put the cannonball in the northeast direction of the person, and deter the other party with artillery fire, so that he does not dare to come forward and hurt you and me easily, we are here to wait for Tang Jiashan and Lord Tang to come to relieve the siege, it is the best strategy at this moment." ”

When the king of Qi heard this, he squinted at his scheming nephew, his eyes full of disdain and disapproval: his nephew is smart, but he is often clever but is mistaken by cleverness, thinking about what conspiracies and tricks everywhere, what perfect strategies, where did so many perfect strategies come from? Now that he has two artillery pieces and a thousand elite troops rescued, the kid surnamed Tang on the mountainside is one person and one knife, and he directly hits the man's head impartially and unbiasedly. (To be continued.) )