"Kill!"

With a fierce shout, only the four wild sword soldiers were heard, and the angry Yangzhou soldiers, like a flood of fierce beasts, pounced on the resting rebels.

The rebels were startled and hurriedly got up to meet the battle, however, where was there a chance to fight back, some of them just opened their eyes and saw that it was dark in front of them, and they lost their lives on the spot.

The rebels have disturbed the dreams of Yangzhou City, and now, the angry Yangzhou soldiers have ruined their dreams.

The panicked rebels were killed and abandoned their armor and fled in all directions. They were so frightened that they left the big bags in their hands and ran around in a panic, and in the fields, the golden crops were constantly trampled, and the rebels, officials and soldiers were desperate.

Zhao Cheng, who was lying on the stretcher, was carried by the doorman and a team of personal soldiers around him, and began to run wildly, from the time Zhao Cheng heard the shouting of killing, he knew that the general trend had gone, and sighed, Zhao Chengcheng closed his eyes and accepted this ending.

For a time, on this road that extended in all directions, the rebels stained the fields with blood and died tragically under the knives of Yangzhou soldiers. Many people knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but they still waited for a ruthless knife, and after death, they were kicked twice by Yangzhou soldiers.

After an encounter and fierce fighting, the rebels were basically all killed, and only Zhao Cheng, who ran away when he heard the sound, had not been caught up, but, looking back, the figure of the chasing soldiers, under the evening light, was getting closer and closer.

Ying Qiong was carrying a knife, his eyes were full of Zhao Cheng's figure, he personally led the troops to pursue, Fan Chuan followed closely behind him, the two were silent, such silence made all the Yangzhou soldiers feel a deep killing intent.

Zhao Cheng struggled to raise his body and looked at the pursuers, and on his fleshy face, he actually smiled.

At dusk, the clouds are like fire, and the blood in the sky seems to indicate something.

……

Out of nowhere, there was a bell, ethereal and distant, echoing between heaven and earth.

The birds return to their nests, and the farmers return home.

Zhao Cheng felt all this, his crazy heart began to gradually become calm, and with the echoing bell, a trace of sadness was born in his heart.

"Don't run, kill back." Zhao Cheng suddenly sat up from the stretcher and said to the people around him.

As soon as the remaining dozens of remnants heard this, who cared about him, they threw up their legs one by one and quickened their steps.

Only the doormen hesitated for a while and glanced at each other.

"Hmm...... Childe, if you don't want to run away......" A doorman twisted and pinched, he didn't dare to look at Zhao Cheng, looked at the side and muttered.

"Hahahahaha......" Zhao Cheng laughed wildly, he didn't know what to say, he just thought it was funny, and couldn't stop shaking his head.

The doormen were a little at a loss, they all felt ashamed, looked at the approaching pursuers uneasily, and after a moment of hesitation, they finally threw Zhao Cheng's stretcher on the ground and ran away without looking back.

The tree fell and scattered, this is Zhao Cheng's mood at the moment, he was lying on the stretcher, raising his chin, looking upside down, the whole world was turned upside down in his eyes, and Ying Qiong's figure became bigger and bigger, more and more clear......

"Zhao Cheng!" A hoarse roar came, and Ying Qiong looked down at Zhao Cheng lying on the stretcher.

"How much do you hate me for coming so fast?" Zhao Cheng asked blankly.

"Killing you is what everyone wants." Ying Qiong said angrily.

At this time, Fan Chuan came over with the rescued Han Chufei, who was found by the soldiers from the crops.

Fan Chuan drew his knife without hesitation and swung it towards Zhao Cheng, and Han Chufei hurriedly pulled it.

"What are you doing?!" Fan Chuan asked with red eyes.

"Don't worry, leave it to the marshal." Han Chufei said in a low voice and quietly pointed to Ying Qiong on the side.

Fan Chuan looked Han Chufei up and down, and always felt a little awkward, he didn't like this person.

Han Chufei had just learned from the soldiers that this teenage boy was actually the closed disciple of the old manager, and at this moment, he was looking at this kid in his heart.

Zhao Cheng on the ground was silent for a while.

"It's your intention to kill me, why bother to pass it on to everyone, don't beat around the bush and have a good time." Zhao Cheng said leisurely.

Ying Qiong's hand moved, the cold blade flew up, and the sharp tip of the knife slashed accurately across Zhao Cheng's throat, and Zhao Cheng died on the spot.

The people present were relieved when they saw that the lord had stabbed Zhao Cheng, and they had a trace of comfort in their hearts.

Ying Qiong's mind was thinking about Zhao Cheng's words, now, do you have to find a high-sounding excuse to kill someone? No, no, no, I am the marshal of Yangzhou Mansion, whoever I want to die, whoever has to die, why bother to make an excuse, do more, I didn't expect to be taught a lesson by a dead person. He threw the knife to Han Chufei, looked at Han Chufei strangely, and walked away without saying a word.

Fan Chuan followed Ying Qiong closely, and he noticed that Ying Qiong seemed to be stimulated by something, and his mood fluctuated a little.

Han Chufei didn't know why, he was stupid by Ying Qiong's strange eyes, was he angry with himself? It shouldn't be, he didn't do anything wrong, he didn't protect Yangzhou City, there was no way, he had done his best, if he blamed himself for this, it would be too unkind.

After thinking about it, Han Chufei followed behind Ying Qiong far away with a knife, not daring to approach.

……

With the last daylight, this small rebellion in Yangzhou Mansion ended hastily, I don't know what to say, because of the three-point heat and impulsiveness, carefully planned, but in the situation of being unable to do as good as others, holding high the anti-flag and taking advantage of Ying Qiong's loophole, it is not a void, at least, it can make Zhao Cheng have been using the excuse of revenge to prevaricate himself, and it becomes a little more real. Who knows what kind of heart is buried under his thick fat, dying, maybe he also knows that the dream he had is bigger, just like the drama on the stage, he wants to perform three points, but in the end it is ushered in a hilarious laugh, on and off the stage, only he himself entered the play, and the rest of the people just watched a joke.

With the bright moonlight, Ying Qiong led a group of soldiers on the way back to Yangzhou City.

Ying Qiong walked quickly, said very little, and was not as happy as everyone thought after the rebellion, on the contrary, he seemed to become heavier.

"Marshal, you're not happy." Fan Chuan couldn't help but speak.

"How happy, a little Zhao Cheng, a mere 5,000 rebels, actually scared hundreds of thousands of people in Yangzhou City into not daring to resist, let them act recklessly, in the future, if the army of Beppu comes, my Yangzhou Mansion, won't I surrender without a fight? The people are numb, young and bloodless, so the future is worrying. Ying Qiong's heart is bitter, behind the wealth of Yangzhou, there is such a scene, like a towering tree, which has been decayed, as long as the wind is stronger, it can be blown down.

"Four provinces strife, foreign countries in turmoil, these words, I don't know other houses, but for the people of Yangzhou Mansion are too far away, in the eyes of the marshal, this may be a world of great controversy, but in the eyes of the people of Yangzhou Mansion, it is a piece of peace, a county, a county, is Taiping. The ambitions in the hearts of the marshals are worthless to the people, at least for now. Fan Chuan spoke without thinking, and felt a little abrupt after speaking, he looked at Ying Qiong, but saw that he was nodding slowly.

Han Chufei, who was hanging far behind the two, saw Fan Chuan and Ying Qiong talking, and seemed to feel the feeling of being left out and a little lost.

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south.

Three turns around the tree, what branches can be followed?

Childe, where are your ideals placed?

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