Chapter 117 Mutation [2]

"Do you believe that King Lang has nothing to do with the death of his father?"

This question is extremely tricky.

Zhang Zhuo spoke fiercely and asked He Geng's mind directly. He couldn't talk about He Geng and said he didn't know. In this way, if He Geng doesn't want to turn against Zhang Zhuo, there are only two ways to tell the truth or lie.

Of course, He Geng dares not turn against Zhang Zhuo in this situation. The truth can never be said, which is equivalent to sending his neck to Zhang Zhuo's blade; but if he says "He Geng will never believe that the prince will have anything to do with the prince's death" in front of 100,000 generals, in case the future, the villain will chew his tongue. Head, King Lang planned, which was enough to conspire against him with the little Southern Barbarian King to commit a conspiracy against the nine clans.

In an instant, countless thoughts turned their hearts. Rao Hegeng was famous for his calmness, and he couldn't help sweating. His face was pale, and he said, "Little prince...this...this..."

"Is this question difficult to answer?" Zhang Zhuo seemed to smile: " Prime Minister Zuo only needs to answer. Do you think it's relevant or irrelevant?"

was swept away by Zhang Zhuruo's substantive eyes, and He Geng staggered back two steps: "I dare not... dare not..." He raised his hand and touched it, and cold sweat flowed down from his fingers.

"Haha..." Without waiting for He Geng's answer, Zhang Zhuo looked up to the sky and smiled, with a trace of grief and indignation that could not be described in words. He suddenly stopped laughing, showing a solemn face, and asked in a low voice, "Has the Southern Barbarian Palace changed its owner?"

He Geng's face was shocked: "There is absolutely no such thing! Who...who spread such a rumor?" His hands hidden in his sleeves trembled violently.

Zhang Zhuo turned his head, looked at him quietly, and continued to look at the capital. His thoughts seemed to have traveled through these 50 miles and returned to the familiar palace.

Sighing for a long time, his voice sank and he died coldly: "Take it down."

He Geng's scalp was numb for a while. Hearing Zhang Zhuo's order, he fought a cold war. As soon as he gritted his teeth and raised his hand, Su Wen rushed on it quickly. He was a civilian, who was not the opponent of a battlefield-sought general, and suddenly fell down.

He Geng fell to the ground, frightened and trembled, and said in a trembling voice, "I am the man who passed on the king's order. You are plotting against the rebellion." Zhang Zhuo and several close guards behind him rushed up and tied them tightly.

Not to mention the dozens of court guards who followed He Geng saw a strange omen and had not had time to react. Hundreds of bright swords around them came out of their sheath at the same time and surrounded them.

In an instant, the welcoming group that came to welcome Zhang Zhuo into the city became a firmly tied zongzi.

Su Wen pushed He Geng to Zhang Zhuo's feet and reported, "Wang, he has a short crossbow hidden in his sleeve. It's so cruel. The three small arrows on the upper string are all poisoned and fired in close proximity. It's difficult for anyone to escape.

With a muffled sound, the short crossbows and arrows were thrown into the yellow land, raising a gentle cloud of dust.

Zhang Zhuo's eyes stopped above He Geng's head.

He Geng trembled all over. His wife's parents were all in the capital. It was impossible to ask Zhang Zhu to live regardless of the lives of the nine clans. Since he must die, it's better to be strong, hold up his muscles and tremble his face and hiss: "Zhang Zhuo, don't think that after your king's death, it's your turn to sit on the throne of Nanban? So crazy, Lang Wang is so wise, how can he not see your poisonous plan? Let me tell you, the Southern Barbarian Palace has changed its owner, and all the rebels hidden in the capital have been cracked by King Lang in one fell swoop! I only hate that I have only been a civil official all my life, not cruel enough, and release those three poisonous arrows to you.

Zhang Zhuoren roared like a rabid for a long time, without frowning, staring at the dark blue arrows on the ground, and asked quietly, "Is this bow and arrow the instruction of King Lang?"

"Hmm! If it hadn't been for the love between Wang Nian and his uncle and nephew, and couldn't bear to hurt your life, hoping to lure you to the palace and then punish him, how could I miss the opportunity to kill you again and again? He Geng looked regretful.

Zhang Zhuo disdains: "If the bow and arrow are fired, whether you can kill me or not, you will die among my 100,000 elite soldiers. I didn't dare to do it. I was afraid of death, and even said ridiculous and generous words.

He Geng's old face turned red, his eyes widened like a skinned frog, and rolled his eyes a few times, but he couldn't say a word.

Zhang Zhuo put his hand behind him and said without looking at He Geng: "My father died poison, which can indeed make me the first successor to the Southern barbarian throne. But what evidence does King Lang have to believe that I did it?"

He Geng showed the stubbornness of the literati and turned his head and said nothing.

Su Wen said coldly behind him: " Prime Minister Zuo has never led the army and does not know the rules in the barracks. Whenever we encounter prisoners who refuse to cooperate, we will peel off our clothes first, let our brothers have fun, and then torture them.

He Geng's face turned white.

There are no women in the barracks, and tens of thousands of soldiers have been abstinent for many months. I guessed what the word "for fun" means. It doesn't matter if he is tortured. If he is really stripped of his clothes and suffers such humiliation, even if he dies, he has no face to see his ancestors underground. He immediately trembled all over and can no longer be strong.

"Say it." Zhang Zhuo stood where he was, as if nothing had happened.

He Geng sweated coldly, stared back bitterly and asked, gritted his teeth and said, "Does the little prince think his poison plan is really seamless? King Lang arrested the poisoned thief that night. After severe torture, the man confessed to being a spy of the Great Yasushi Kingdom, and the poison was provided by a woman named Bingyu in Nangong. Humph, isn't Nangong Bingyu the woman of the little prince who sent troops to attack Dajing in order to ask her?

Su Wen was shocked and looked at Zhang Zhuo in astonishment.

Zhang Zhuo's rock-like back was motionless, and no one could see the expression on his face. The army was quiet, and there was not even a slight cough, staring at the world's prestigious coach.

Under the last trace of sunset, Zhang Zhuo finally asked softly, "What do you think of the current situation?"

Su Wen didn't know why he was so nervous that his hands trembled. He knelt down in horror and said, "If what He Geng said is true, I'm afraid the king's suspicion of the king can't be eliminated."

Son of a sudden, there was a dead silence on the huge plain.

The generals standing in front of them heard Zhang Zhuo and Su Wen's words clearly.

"Do you believe that I will harm my father?"

"I don't believe it."

"Will King Lang believe it?"

Su Wen hesitated for a moment and said resolutely, "King Lang will believe it. According to the precedent of royal inheritance, if the king dies, the prince is the heir to the throne, and the one who instructed to poison is the woman who falls in love with the king. Now that the king has returned with a large army, how can the king of Lang not doubt it?

Zhang Zhuo looked up at the nightfall, and even the last red sunset passed away and muttered, "It can be seen that King Lang is also forced. If I am ordered to enter the city, the king of Lang will have no choice but to slaughter all the people related to me. For the stability of Nanman, if I change the king, I will do the same. Take a long sigh.

Plop, Plop, Plop A few times, the generals behind them looked solemn, and all knelt down.

General Long Jun said in a low voice, "We would like to go to the city alone and clarify the facts to King Lang for the little prince. Longjun will protect the little prince with the life of the whole family.

"We are also willing to protect the life of the whole family for the little prince!" Everyone's vows swirled in the dark sky.

"You have been fighting with me for many years. If King Lang doubts me, how can he let you go? Entering the city is just a dead end. At present, both are dead roads. When we enter the city, it is a trivial matter for us to die, but the military strength of the southern barbarians will be seriously damaged by the collective killing of the generals, so that the southern barbarians are not only unable to expand their territory, but also not even the ability to protect themselves. If they are not ordered to enter the city, the king of Lang will decide that we want to rebel.

Suwen is the most loyal. She is an orphan and has followed Zhang Zhuo since she was a child. She had the least concern and suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "You can't enter, you can't enter. Since King Lang is suspicious, he will not let go of the little prince. The little prince is now difficult to ride a tiger, so it's better to attack the city. The little prince is also the heir to the throne of Nanman.

"It is not difficult to enter the capital. The elite soldiers of the southern barbarians are now in my hands, which is also the reason why King Lang is afraid of me." Zhang Zhuo shook his head and said, "But even if you attack the capital and kill King Lang to ascend the throne, what will happen to Nanman? Once there is civil strife, the people in China are panicked and the subjects can't agree, and the coveted countries outside will take the opportunity to invade. Do we want the southern barbarians to be slaughtered by the enemy?

He lowered his head when he said something.

Everyone knew that Zhang Zhuo was thinking deeply and did not dare to disturb him. He knelt on the ground without saying a sound.

The wind on the plain became more and more fierce, and the flag kept beating the flagpole, and tens of thousands of elite soldiers silently waiting for the coach's decision.

"In order to hurt me, she did not hesitate to expose herself as a poison producer. It can be seen that for Dajing, she doesn't care about anything..." He slowly turned around and smiled bitterly at the corners of his lips: "It not only makes Nanman fall into civil strife, but also makes Nanman and Dajing become sworn enemies. Good, it's a good plan."

He shook his head with a bitter smile for a moment, gradually restrained his smile, and his face looked neat. He restored the decision-making thousands of miles on the battlefield. He was proud of the spirit of the former army. His eyes were shining, and he shouted loudly, "All the generals will listen to the order!"

"There!"

"Attack the capital immediately. After breaking through the city wall, no resistance is allowed to kill. Civilians are driven into houses, and nobles are tied up and waiting to fall. Zhang Zhuo shouted again: "General Long!"

"The end!"

"After the city is broken, you will lead 10,000 horses to rectify the order in the city and send troops to station outside the residences of the royal family and ministers. It is strictly forbidden for anyone to take advantage of the chaos to rob property."

"Yes!"

"General Wen!"

"The end!"

"After the city was broken, you took 20,000 horses and garrisoned on the outskirts of the capital. No one in the city was allowed to escape. It is strictly forbidden to send news of civil strife to other cities."

"Yes!"

"Other generals, together with me, led the army to surround the palace. We entered the palace and went to see King Lang."

"Yes!"

After a round of orders were issued, Zhang Zhuo showed his usual calmness in planning and glanced at the generals with a faint smile: "This time it is for Nanman and for our self-preservation. Everyone remembers that this time is different from the previous siege. We use the most powerful force of the southern barbarians against the already disturbed defenders of the capital. We can easily control the situation. The fewer people, the better.

"I will obey the order of the little prince!"

Under the night sky, the snake-like long black pressure team quickly rushed into the southern barbarian capital.