Chapter 230 Lonely Sand Dunes Cold 3

The night is late, dark clouds cover the sun, and there is no starlight all over the sky. There are only a few sporadic lights at the head of the city, which seems lonely in the middle of the night.

A burst of dense footsteps came out of the darkness, and the chase gradually came out. Dozens of bodyguards and palace people waited separately, only looking down at the road in the rush, and did not pay attention to the dark night around.

In their view, this is in the palace of Dazhao. There is a large army stationed outside and Hu Ben stationed inside. Even in this dark night, it should be the safest place in the world.

So they just buried their heads on their way and didn't notice the crowd slowly approaching in the dark.

"Who?" There was a slight sound of broken branches in the woods next to the palace road. An old praetorian guard was alert and decisively pulled out his sword. The horizontal sword stopped him in front of Wang Yu and shouted sternly.

The praetorian guard is worthy of being carefully selected from all over the world. Almost at the same time as the warning, more than 20 praetorian guards have drawn their swords out of their sheaths and scattered their guards around the king. On the contrary, the palace people were stunned and didn't know what to do, but they didn't dare to move.

"Do it." Seeing that the matter had been exposed, Tian Bure, who was not far away, waved his hand decisively. Dozens of torches were lit up in an instant, illuminating the whole night. The instant light made every guard couldn't help closing his eyes. The continuous sound of bow strings roared, and then the screams sounded.

The dense rain of arrows hit the bodyguards like a storm, penetrating and tearing their burly bodies and throwing them high. These warriors who had been rampant on the battlefield died here and in this palace in the most humiliating way without even seeing their opponents.

And the center of the storm is the king surrounded by everyone in the center.

Pull the arrow, string up, and launch. The sound of bow strings kept ringing, and the assassins seemed to go crazy, but repeated one action over and over again, constantly pouring the arrow rain in their arrow pots to the king, as if every arrow released could take away the fear in their hearts.

They can't but be afraid of the charge of assassinating the king, which is the charge of five horses and the whole family. Only when the king is dead and completely dead can they have a way to live.

Until all the arrows in the pot were shot, Wang Wu was no longer in shape. He thought that the king sitting in it didn't even have a chance to escape and call for help, but was shot to death and did not move.

Tian Bure glanced at Wei Huai beside him. Wei Huai was considerant. He gently raised his sword and inserted the sword into the sedan chair. There was a sound of swords entering the flesh, but there was no humming. It was expected that the people inside had died and could not die any more.

Zhao Zhang slowly put down his hand and pressed the sword. He was forced to calm down under the firelight, but the hand holding the sword still couldn't help trembling slightly.

Seeing Tian look at himself rudely, Zhao Zhang lowered his head and asked slowly, "Is it all... over?"

Seeing Tian rudely nodding vigorously, Zhao Zhang was relieved and wanted to open his mouth and laugh, but his throat was dry and there was no sound.

Tian Bure took a step forward and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it's not the time to be proud. We still have a lot of things to do. Don't be careless, otherwise it's too late to regret it."

Zhao Zhang suddenly realized and nodded quickly; "Yes, yes, there is still a lot of work to do." After saying that, he strode forward and pulled out his sword to open the curtain of Wang Hu, wanting to see Zhao He's last appearance.

After all, he is a sibling. Even at the point where he is now, there is still a trace of forbearance and hesitation in Zhao Zhang's heart.

Since there is only one survival between you and my brothers, let the big brother send you on the road. Zhao Zhang said silently in his heart.

Looking at the chase, his face changed dramatically. He shouted and walked back a few steps, stunned like a wooden chicken. Tian Bure behind him looked curiously and couldn't help exclaiming, "How could this happen!"

It turned out that there was a corpse in the sedan chair, with white hair and eyebrows, and his eyes wide open, but he was not the king Zhao He. He was the prime minister of the State of Zhao.

There are dozens of arrows in Feiyi's body. Originally, the figure of the middle man was flesh and bloodless and bloated, but his eyes were still staring at Zhao Zhang. His eyes were full of unwillingness and grief and indignation, and he had been angry for a long time.

Poor Feiyi was loyal all his life, but in the end he died in the tragedy of fighting in the same room. He knew that this was a dead end, but he still chose to be generous without hesitation.

Because he is the prime minister of the State of Zhao, the Taifu of the King of Zhao, and the Lord's father entrusted Zhao He to him. If you give up your body, you will only be loyal to the king.

Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from Zhao Zhang's forehead, and everyone was extremely quiet. Zhao Zhang looked at Tian rudely, as if he had caught a life-saving straw. He quickly grabbed him and asked, "What should we do now?"

Tian Bure's face is pale and his heart is like ashes. He has guessed that Feiyi has already seen through his conspiracy. He must have a backhand. I'm afraid he is really going to die

At this time, the only one who can keep calm is Wei Huai. He grabbed Zhao Zhang and shouted, "An Yangjun, since you have acted, don't be useless. Instead of being a little daughter here, it's better to let go and fight hard. At present, the only thing we can do is to kill the palace. We have more than 600 good hands. In a hurry, they may not be able to hold it. If we can get it by chance, we can turn the world around.

Tian Fuli also came to his senses and persuaded loudly, "It has been revealed, and we have no way out. It's better to take the opportunity to attack the king. Fortunately, we may win."

Zhao Zhang suddenly woke up and hurriedly ordered to run to the palace.

Before he got close to the palace, a rain of arrows turned the people who shot. Xinqi stood on the high roof, and behind him was full of bow-wielding crossbowmen. Xinqi looked sad and angry, but waved his arrows hard.

Seeing Zhao Zhang and others coming, Feiyi naturally has no chance of survival. The only person he admires most in his life is Feiyi. How can he not be sad and indignant? He can only grit his teeth and vow to avenge him.

Seeing that there was no retreat, Zhao Zhang was worthy of being a brave general in the army. At this time, he roared and rushed forward in the rain of arrows, trying to find a bloody way. Wei Huai and several masters just surrounded him and blocked the cold arrows for him.

Xinqi sneered and shouted condescendingly. In an instant, more than a hundred knives and shields rushed out of the hall, all holding big shields, and came forward to surround Wei Huai and others.

No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he is still powerless in the face of the army. Just like Wei Huai, he is as brave as Wei Huai. He only killed more than a dozen swords and shields, but the subsequent swords and shields are endlessly, which makes him feel powerless.

But the arrow rain overhead became more and more dense, and people in the team kept screaming and falling down. Zhao Zhangjiu led the army, and the current situation can't be indistinguishable. He knows that he has fallen in the middle. If he stays here in a hard battle, the whole army will only be destroyed. At that moment, he shouted, "Withdraw."

The letter in the hall sneered and said, "If you want to go, leave the body as a sacrifice for the fat phase before leaving." Under the command of his right arm, the knife and shield hands in the hall gushed out and ran behind Zhao Zhang and others, cutting off the way of Zhao Zhang's remnants.

"Go on, hurry up." Wei Huai jumped up, waved his sword and fought hard to kill, and split a way. At this time, Zhao Zhang was already clumsy and embarrassed under the siege of several knives and shields. He was immediately overjoyed and fled in a hurry before he could say thanking him. Tian Buli also wanted to escape, but unexpectedly, a tough soldier who was caught up quickly fell with a knife. Suddenly, his head was cut off half, struggled on the ground for a while, and finally died.

The reason why Wei Huai is so desperate is not that he is really loyal to Zhao Zhang, but he clearly knows that if Zhao Zhang is finished, Zhao Mo will definitely become a funeral object together. Only when Zhao Zhang escaped could there be hope, so he had to protect Zhao Zhang desperately, even if he was surrounded and exhausted.

Zhao Zhang pressed the wound on his arm and ran away desperately all the way to the west, like a homeless dog. On weekdays, An Yangjun, who is bold and extraordinary, will never see him again. Now there is only one Zhao Zhang who is dedicated to life.

Listening to the closer and closer chase, Zhao Zhang's assassin has only one idea in his mind, that is, "running",

As long as you run to your father's palace and your father is there, no one dares to kill himself.

No one dares, including Zhao He!