The army of Baozong temporarily stayed by the river.

Kuang Yu, the secretary of the military department, Wang Zuo, the secretary of the household department, as well as the British public Zhang Fu, and the guard general Fan Zhong, the four of them were patrolling the army, looking at the morale of the sergeant, everyone frowned.

As people who know the soldiers, several of them know very well in their hearts that with such morale, once they meet the main force of Warat, they will basically be finished.

"If Your Majesty listens to our words and enters the pass from Bauhinia at the beginning, it will already be in the pass, and under the strong wall and clear wilderness, Warat can only retreat first, how can there be such an embarrassment as being chased by people now."

Kwong was angry, but there was nothing he could do.

As the secretary of the military department, he has already advised everything in advance.

However, the emperor didn't listen, only listened to the dead eunuch who had read a few three-character scriptures, and even if he said it, it was useless.

Wang Zuo was even more silent, he was engaged in finance, and he didn't know the art of war, he was originally following the soy sauce on this trip, who knew that the soy sauce was not made, and he had the illusion that he had to finish the game.

As for the British Gong Zhang Fu, the son of Zhang Yu, the commander who destroyed Annan in World War I, as a generation of famous generals, he is also silent.

He is seventy-five years old this year, and he just wants to return to the capital as soon as possible to enjoy the joy of family and the joy of his knees, but he is still alive.

"Fan Zhong, Wang Zhen obstructed us from waiting to meet Your Majesty, now only you can see Your Majesty on the grounds of military information, the army should not stay here for a long time, you quickly go to persuade Your Majesty, immediately pull out the camp, and you must rush to Huailai City before dark."

"As long as you enter Huailai City, even if you join forces to catch up first, you can also protect Your Majesty and the soldiers of the three armies."

Kuang Yu looked at Fan Zhong, who was old but still powerful.

"Yes."

Fan Zhong clasped his fists and saluted, having said that, he was not sure.

It is precisely because he, the guard general, is closest to the emperor that he knows one thing better, that is, the current young son of heaven only listens to his words from Mr. Wang.

"Huh? Who is that? ”

At this moment, Wang Zuo, the head of the household, raised his hand and pointed at a man who was completely different from others in terms of clothing and hair ties.

Then, everyone's faces changed suddenly.

Because, this person disappeared out of thin air in the eyes of all eyes.

Ji Boying: Damn, the coordinates are crooked again.

At this time, the Son of Heaven was in the tent.

Wang Zhen smiled slightly embarrassedly, and slowly reversed the Art of War in his hand.

Since the soldiers came out of Shuntian, in front of Zhu Qizhen, Wang Zhen has to hold this Sun Tzu's Art of War in his hand to show Zhu Qizhen that although we don't have JER, we are definitely soldiers.

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air in this tent.

Zhu Qizhen, who had just finished drinking a glass of wine, shrank his pupils, moved his ass back in shock, and the wine glass in his hand fell and spilled his crotch.

Wang Zhen was also stunned.

The word 'assassin' instantly popped up in my heart.

For a while, this product was so frightened that he forgot to call the brocade guard outside the tent.

"You, who are you?!"

Zhu Qizhen calmed down slightly, he was the emperor anyway, and he had seen a big scene.

Ji Boying was wearing sunglasses and putting his hands in his trouser pockets, just calmly looking at this Ming God of War, who was attracted by countless Ming history lovers in later generations, and looked quite heroic, and it is estimated that the temple name is determined by appearance.

didn't answer Zhu Qizhen's question, just raised his hand calmly, and there was a mint cigarette between his fingers, biting the corner of his mouth, scratching, and igniting.

"You're ......!"

Wang Zhen on the side got up and was about to speak.

Ji Boying was smoking a cigarette, and out of the corner of his eye under his sunglasses, he glanced at the eunuch.

With power in his hands, life and death are taken away, Wang Zhen has long been accustomed to it, accustomed to the eyes of others who are afraid of him and in awe, and he has not seen this kind of disregard for not putting himself in his eyes for many years, and he was stunned for a while.

Step by step, Ji Boying walked towards Zhu Qizhen.

Before coming to this table, raise your foot and step on this table.

"Who the hell are you?"

"What do you want to do?!"

Zhu Qizhen swallowed his saliva, he was not stupid, his intuition told him that the person in front of him was abnormal.

Because the curtain of this tent did not move at all, where did this man come from? It can't be a native grandson, right?!

Ji Boying still didn't speak, just took the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth and slowly stuffed it into Zhu Qizhen's mouth.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask if you can resist the beating."

"Now it seems that the physical fitness is not bad."

Then, he raised his hand and patted Zhu Qizhen's shoulder.

"Good luck tonight."

After saying that, Ji Boying stood up straight, walked towards Wang Zhen, and slowly put something on his hands.

Finger Tiger.

"You, you, what are you going to do?"

"Don't come here!"

"I, I called someone, I really called someone!"

Wang Zhen was stunned, since the death of the Empress Dowager Zhang, fear appeared on his face for the first time in so many years.

"Huh."

Ji Boying sneered at the corner of his mouth, and before Wang Zhen could shout, he smashed a punch on Wang Zhen's face, followed by a few quick left and right hooks.

Thanks to a few years of martial arts training in his early years, his punching speed is definitely far better than that of ordinary people.

For a moment, the nasal bones collapsed, the front teeth flew sideways, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

After a few punches, Wang Zhen fell directly to the ground, and Ji Boying kicked directly on his feet.

Ji Boying, the fight is very cool.

He is not an immortal.

He is just an ordinary person with a very personal experience from the next generation.

Therefore, in the face of Wang Zhen, a human scourge that has led to the separation of countless families and wives and the destruction of families, there is nothing more painful than beating him up in person.

Maybe his approach will seem low, but so what, shouldn't Wang Zhen fight?!

If you are replaced, will you fight or not?!

Zhu Qizhen, who was biting the cigarette butt in a daze, looked at this scene, and his pupils shrank sharply.

In front of the emperor, he violently beat the eunuch of the master of ceremonies and the eunuch of the palm seal, what kind of shocking operation is this?!

Bang!

With the last kick, stepping on the jer that Wang Zhen had already cut, Wang Zhen suddenly let out a duck cry like killing a pig.

In the Ming Dynasty, it was generally cut meatballs, but Ji Boying's foot directly stepped on the remaining cowpeas into lentils.

Call~!

Comfortable.

Ji Boying retracted his feet, glanced at Wang Zhen, who was lying on the ground and twitching, and then looked at Zhu Qizhen, who was stunned.

"Don't, don't beat me..."

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"

The evaluation of Zhu Qizhen by later generations, many of them whitewashed this Baozong.

In fact, from Ji Boying's point of view, he wasn't sure if this Fort Sect was really that stretched, after all, the history books were made up by people, and there were many sunspot historians.

But at this moment, he was firm in his thoughts.

This thing is a piece of waste.

It is difficult to say whether Zhu Qizhen is a waste after the change of seizing the door, after all, he stayed overseas to study, and came back and retreated for several years, whether it is ruthless or vicious, it is a leader.

But now, for sure, it's waste.

At this moment, there was an extremely hurried footstep outside the tent curtain, and the tent curtain was suddenly lifted, with a sound at the same time.

"Your Majesty! Hurry up and pull out the camp! ”

"Chengguo Gong Zhu Yong and the 43,000 battalion of iron horsemen have all died in Harrier Ridge!"