It's a pity that no one listened to Murong Ke.

The dead men continued to charge.

The pro-soldiers led by Xu Shiyi did not mean to stop, and still fought desperately.

Murong Ke's skills were far inferior to Peng Si, and he couldn't kill Peng Si, so he gritted his teeth and cut another dead soldier. The dead soldiers are all masters of assassination, and in a head-on confrontation, anyone can kill Murong Ke.

It's just that they are all dead soldiers raised by the Murong family, how can they do it to the master's brother-in-law? You can only dodge and dodge.

The indomitable assassination was blocked. More pro-soldiers rushed over, and a few dead soldiers who could still do their hands were surrounded by a large number of brave soldiers of the prince of Beihai. In less than a cup of tea, he died. net

Peng Si was stabbed twice and did not breathe. There was also a long, thin-faced, severed leg, and a pale face that became a captive.

Murong Ke's forehead was drenched in sweat, his breathing was rapid and unsteady, and his face was flushed. Holding the knife, he wanted to plead beside Xu Jing, but was stopped by Xu Shiyi: "What is Captain Murong going to do? Could it be that he also wants to assassinate the prince?"

Murong Ke's face was miserable, and he couldn't say anything right.

The day was clear, and everyone saw it with their own eyes, and he was powerless to refute at all, and he had no face to beg for mercy.

He threw down the long knife in his hand and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Tie me up!"

Xu Shiyi sneered, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard an exclamation. Xu Shiyi quickly turned his head to look, and saw the two living mouths left, their faces were black, and black blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

He actually committed suicide by swallowing poison at the moment of the failed assassination.

There is still a fighting war around.

Xu Jing glanced at Murong Ke coldly, and then said to Xu Shiyi, "Tied up Murong Ke, and carried the corpses of all the assassins in one place. When this battle is over, interrogate carefully."

Xu Shiyi took the order, took the sturdy rope, and tied up Murong Ke, who was bound up. and the dead in one place.

Murong Ke lay beside the corpse of the dead man in embarrassment, and when he opened his eyes, it was Peng Si's dark face. Tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

The assassination of the commander is a capital crime.

The assassination of the prince of Beihai is a felony of the Zhu clan!

When the eldest brother did this, he didn't think about retreating at all!

What should he do?

After an hour, the battlefield was finally quiet.

Most of the bandits were killed, and the captured bandits, Xu Jing did not plan to take them back to waste food. The captives were brought to their knees, and their heads were cut off together.

I used to see the bloody scenes that would cause me to be gagging, but now Xu Jing looks at it as if he is waiting.

"Xu Shan, you take people to clean up the battlefield." Xu Jing was on the battlefield, no longer funny and easy-going, and his words were concise and powerful.

Xu San gave his hand to take the order.

Cleaning the battlefield is not a trivial job. Regardless of whether they are friends or enemies, they must bury all the corpses in the pit. Before burying the body, the armor and weapons were stripped off, and the bows and arrows that could be used were packed up. The wounded horses were killed, and the soldiers who had worked hard to kill the enemy could be fed for a few days.

Xu Jing's eyes swept over Murong Ke, who had been crying and crying, a sneer pulled out from the corner of his mouth, and he turned his head and ordered, "Xu Shiyi, bring back the bodies of the ten dead soldiers, and also, bring Murong Ergongzi back to the barracks. Wait for Liao Xima and Shen Sheren to interrogate together."

Murong Ke didn't know anything. However, since he is a member of the Murong family, he has to shoulder the "heavy responsibility" that he should bear.

In the assassination, Murong Ke was not the mastermind, but also an accomplice, and he could not escape death.

Leaving Xu San and the others to clean up the battlefield, Xu Jing did not stop for a moment and led the soldiers back to the barracks.

In this battle, about 10% of the wounded soldiers were wounded. That's a very large number. The medics in the barracks were eager to give birth to a few more pairs of hands.

Xu Jing also suffered some minor injuries. Put some medicine on it and bandage it, and raise it for three or five days.

As soon as he got dressed, a figure broke into the military tent.

Xu Jing frowned reflexively, and when he saw the appearance of the person who came, he was shocked again.

It turned out to be the military judge Liao Xima. Liao Xima, who has always been calm and serious, his eyes were red and full of tears at this time, his lips kept shaking, but he couldn't spit out a word when he opened his mouth.

Xu Jing's heart sank straight down.

He quickly got up, grabbed Liao Xima's arm, and asked sharply, "What's wrong?"

Liao Xima's eyes welled up with tears, and he fell to his knees, crying sadly: "Your Highness has gone down."

Xu Jing's eyes were red, and he suddenly grabbed the placket of Liao Xima's clothes and brought it to his eyes: "Nonsense! When the army set off, my cousin was fine. Ten days ago, my cousin wrote to me. How could he go...... If you dare to talk nonsense, I won't spare you!"

Liao Xima was almost lifted off the ground, and Xu Jing looked at each other, crying like a child of a few years old, and said intermittently, "I just received a funeral letter from the capital."

"Murong Yan, that cheap~ person, drugged His Highness's tea. His Highness was exhausted and had a heart attack, so he went that night."

"The one who came to deliver the mourning letter went on day and night, and ran away and killed two horses. That's when the bereavement letter was sent to the barracks."

"Shizi, Your Highness is really gone."

Xu Jing's mind went blank.

For a long, long time.

At some point, his hand loosened.

Liao Xima slipped and fell to the ground, paralyzed and wailing. Soon, there were cries in the barracks.

I don't know who it is, crying, "Why did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince go! God is not fair!"

God is unfair!

Why did such a generous, benevolent and wise prince die young?

Such a good cousin, why did he suddenly close his eyes and go west?

He didn't even get to see his cousin for the last time, and he didn't have time to give him a ride. A great sorrow clung to his heart.

He suddenly couldn't breathe.

Everything in front of me was blurry and swaying. An exclamation came from his ears, "Shizi!"

Xu Jing couldn't hear it anymore, his eyes were dark, and he fell straight down.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Jing opened his eyes again.

There was a sharp pain in his chest. He opened his mouth, and his throat felt like it was blocked by a boulder, and he couldn't breathe a word.

"The prince has finally woken up." Xu Shiyi's red and swollen eyes appeared above: "The little one is waiting for the prince to drink medicine."

Xu Jing looked at Xu Shiyi blankly. Like a lost child.

Xu Shiyi's nose was sore, and he almost cried. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, took the hot decoction to the bedside, and slowly fed the bitter decoction into Xu Jing's mouth.

The bitter medicinal taste spread in his mouth, and Xu Jing's mind slowly cleared up.

What Liao Xima said echoed endlessly in his mind. Like ten thousand ants devouring the heart, and like a fire burning.

"Liao Xima fainted from crying and was carried aside to rest." Xu Shiyi couldn't see his son so sad and sad, and said in a dumb voice, "The little one knows that the son of the world is sad and sad, but there are more important things at the moment. Did the prince immediately leave for Beijing to mourn?"

In fact, now that I am rushing back to the capital, I can't catch up with the burial of the prince.

However, Xu Jing did not hesitate at all, and opened his mouth to squeeze out two hoarse words: "Return to Beijing."