Chapter 235 Lonely Sand Dune Cold 8

In the huge palace, Zhao Yong is the only one left now.

The palace was so quiet and terrible that Zhao Yong even felt that he could hear his heartbeat.

He has never been so quiet, so lonely, and no one has shared his wealth, honor and disgrace with him.

At first, he was furious and roared in the empty palace, but no one paid attention to him and no one responded to him. The soldiers outside the door tried their best to resist the palace door and let him beat the tall palace gate crazily, but in vain.

Then there was a deep despair, so people ignored him, including his country, his subordinates, and his son.

One day has passed, three days have passed, and ten days have passed.

The encirclement is still going on, and everyone is waiting for Zhao Yong in the palace to die and end all this earlier.

On the day of searching for the palace, all the food that could be eaten in the palace was taken away by Li Dui, without leaving even a little bit for Zhao Yong. Now he is very hungry, very hungry, so hungry that he is looking for everything that can be put in his mouth again and again in the palace.

Leaves, grass roots, bird eggs on trees, and even began to chew leather, so Zhao Yong tried to put what he could eat into his mouth over and over again.

If it were someone else, the hero might choose an impassioned death at the end of the road, instead of suffering from this humiliating hunger and loneliness. But Zhao Yong won't. He must not die like this, never!

He is the father of the Lord of Zhao. Zhao Yong, who is feared by the princes of the world, no one can decide his life or death, including himself!

Instead of defeating his fighting spirit, hunger raised his long-silent ambition again.

He is not reconciled. He will never be reconciled to die like this. He wants to ask Zhao He in person, his favorite son, why he treats himself like this and why he treats his father like this!

He is waiting, waiting for someone to save him. There will always be such a person among the soldiers who followed their birth and death, thinking about even a little affection in the past and giving up everything to save him; among the ministers of the Man Dynasty, there will always be such a person, thinking about Zhao's father, who was trapped in the palace, to release himself.

So he kept guarding the palace gate with his eyes wide open. From dawn to sunset, he left disappointed every time. He even climbed up the high palace wall and looked down at the distance.

He didn't know that the news that he was trapped in the dune palace had spread, and all the ministers were silent, and no one said even a little word for him in the court. After learning the news that the master's father was trapped, Lou Huan had escaped from Handan and ran directly to the State of Qin.

There is nothing more terrible than the indifference of the ministers. Even under the pressure of Zhao Cheng and Li Dui, people did not dare to say more, but it was not that the scholar class of Zhao held a collective vote on the death of his master. Behind the rapid and powerfulness of the State of Zhao, Hufu also deeply hurt the self-esteem and interests of the scholars.

Zhao Guo has abandoned him, Zhao Yong, but he still knows nothing.

Another ten days have passed. Master Zhao, who was so hungry, stood on the high palace wall, staring at the direction of Handan in the south and looking through the autumn water.

Some of the soldiers outside the palace have shed tears. King, why don't you just jump down, jump down, jump into the boundless blue sky, and all the pain will end forever.

Zhao Yong did not jump. He walked down the palace wall alone and thought to himself that there was no one today, and someone would come tomorrow.

He can't remember the last time he cried. It was probably the day Meng Yao died, but now looking at the birds in the sky, he suddenly burst into tears.

Hunger has made Zhao Yong have no more strength. Instead of going to the palace wall, he lay quietly in the mantle and looked sideways in the direction of the palace gate to save physical strength.

When lying down, Zhao Yong did not get up again. He fell into deep memories. Scenes of the past flashed in front of him. Zhao Cheng, Feiyi, Lou Huan, Queen Han, Zhao Zhang and Zhao He. Of course, the queen Meng Yao, the queen, remember the most.

He saw himself ordering soldiers on the platform, the beauty singing and dancing, and the knight flapping.

He saw himself running on the battlefield, a golden horse, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

He saw himself drinking horses by the river. The mountains and rivers were magnificent, and the wind blew and the grass was low.

Perhaps for Zhao Yong now, memory is the last power to support his remaining life.

Until the long-lost horn sounded, the familiar horn sound, and the roar of the soldiers trying their best to rush out of the palace gate. Zhao Yong gradually regained his mind.

Someone came to save himself. This idea flashed in Zhao Yong's mind.

He was ecstatic, but he was unable to stand up, so he could only sit up with all his strength.

He wants to sit and wait for the soldiers who are loyal to him to save him. He wants to maintain the dignity of his king!

Outside the palace gate, the horn of the warning has been blown up, and more than 3,000 Zhao soldiers are waiting for the enemy. Dozens of feet away from them, more than a hundred Zhao cavalrymen who rushed into the palace were accelerating with all their strength and rushing to the phalanx at a frightening speed.

Accelerate! Speed up!

Zhao Xin's eyes were red, and he was about to crack. He held his sword high and was the first. More than a hundred riders behind him drew their swords in their hands and rushed forward without hesitation.

Their speed was so fast that there was almost no time to pull out the bow and arrow, so fast that there was almost no time to dodge around. Instead, they chose to use the most primitive and stupid method and plunged into the infantry phalanx.

Because they have no choice, they are the master in front of them. If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent.

Zhao Xin was crazy and tried his best to roar: "Kill the rebellion, save the master, kill!"

"Kill!" More than a hundred people roared in unison, like thunderbolt, and crashed into the phalanx with an unprecedented momentum.

The number of riders in the front jumped high and hit the phalanx fiercely. The huge horse's body was pierced with grief, and the knight roared before he died. The Yulin behind was unmoved at all, and still bumped into the phalanx without hesitation.

The fierce impact of the cavalry made the soldiers go backwards one by one. Zhao Xin in the front was bathed in blood like a demon. He just chopped desperately. The long sword was unstoppable and invincible. Under the leadership of the general, Yulin was not afraid of life and death as if he was crazy. He just chased Zhao Xin to the death and wanted to enter the palace.

"Stand firm, resist desperately, and dare to retreat half a step!" Zhao's army officers roared hard to stop Yulin's crazy attack.

The phalanx of the pawn kept retreating, and was oppressed into a huge pit under the impact of the feather forest. However, although Zhao Xin is brave, Yulin is only more than a hundred riders. Even if the momentum is terrible, it is difficult to wear Lu Wei at the end of a strong crossbow.

The scattered pawns made a detour behind under the orders of the officers, encircled Yulin's retreat, surrounded them, and stabbed the knights on the horse one by one with a long halberd. Yulin, who was dead and injured, finally lost momentum and could only fall into a bitter battle. Zhao Xin's people were following him less and fewer.

But he couldn't take care of it at this time. He just repeated the killing action over and over again. The war horse had already been killed by several times, so he got off the horse and killed the enemy. The blood blurred his eyes and there was no time to wipe them. The front of the sword was full of pits and he didn't have a chance to pay attention to it. He just waved his sword and roared forward. Strive to kill, step by step approaching the palace door in front of him.

He knew that his father was waiting for him and had been waiting for him. He would never let his father down.

Even if the whole world abandons the master, he will not, never!

Zhao Xin suddenly felt empty in front of his eyes, and the besieged soldiers suddenly retreated like a tide. He didn't have time to rush forward, but he saw that more than a hundred crossbowmen did not know that they were in front of him and wanted to shoot.

It turned out that the guarded Zhao General saw that Zhao Xin was so brave that the besieged soldiers were injured or killed, so he mobilized the crossbowman and wanted to shoot him on the spot.

Zhao Xin looked at the dense bow and arrow array in front of him, but he was not afraid. He waved his sword forward. The Zhao general sneered and was about to order an arrow, but he heard a strong roar behind him.

" Stop it."

"Xin'er, stop it quickly.

Zhao was awe-inspiring. He had recognized who it was and hurriedly ordered to retreat. Zhao Xin's body stagnated and couldn't help stopping, and the madness on his face gradually faded.

The person who came was his uncle Li Dui. Li Dui strode forward and shouted angrily in front of Zhao Xin, "What are you going to do? Are you desperate?"

"Even if you don't want to die, do you think about your father and mother? If you die, how will they live alone!"

Zhao Xin laughed and said, "I can't take care of it. I can't take care of it at this time. Uncle, if you still care about your nephew, let me see the master. I want to see him for the last time.

Li Du said angrily, "Is it ten times or a hundred times better than your parents and my uncle?"

Zhao Xin abandoned his sword and knelt down on the ground and kowtowed. "The child is unfilial, but the master has great kindness and righteousness to his nephew. If I sit back and ignore it at this time, what's the difference from a beast?"

"If my uncle doesn't let me see my master for the last time, I will accompany myself on the spot."

Li Dui laughed angrily and said repeatedly, "Okay... OK... OK, it's really Zhao's good son, and my good nephew, Li Dui, is actually threatened with death.

Zhao Xin didn't say anything, but just kowtowed desperately. He already knew in his heart that with his own strength, he could not enter the palace to see his master. Only by moving his uncle Li Wei in front of him could he have a little hope.

Li Wei knew that Zhao Xin had always been straightforward. If he said that he would do it by himself, he would definitely do it. Moreover, even if he could see his master, the master could not escape the ascension. He had to say angrily, "Go and go."

"Thank you, uncle." Zhao Xin kowtowed again, stood up and ran to the palace door in pieces, gritted his teeth and pushed open the heavy palace door hard, and rushed into the palace single.