Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo

Zhao Xingwen did this on purpose, just to tell the rebels in a arrogant manner... I can do what you know, but I can, but you can't...

Jiang Zhan looked at Zhao Xingwen holding a bow and arrow and wearing the rising sun, stepping steadily towards him.

His eyes were even more ruthless, he picked up his spear and pointed at Zhao Xingwen: "Jiang Zhan doesn't kill nameless people, sign up for his name."

Since Zhao Xingwen entered the camp at the age of seven, this is the first time he has returned to Beijing. Jiang Zhan does not recognize his appearance, and it is normal that he does not know who he is.

"You... don't deserve to know!" Zhao Xingwen sneered, threw down the bow and arrow in his hand, held the handle of the knife, and in an instant the long knife came out of the scabbard, galloping fast, and slashed towards Jiang Zhan, like an eagle attacking the plain.

Experts in martial arts know that only masters dare to raise their wrists higher than the tip of a knife.

This stance of advancing and retreating and the incomparably sharp knife stance surprised Jiang Zhan, knowing that the other party was a tough one.

With his flexible horizontal spear block, he took the opportunity to run into Zhao Xingwen's knife and wanted to knock it down.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xingwen's hand was as strong and tough as steel when touched.

Zhao Xingwen's eyes were bright, brighter than the knife he was holding. He seemed to see through Jiang Zhan's thoughts. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his left hand attached to the handle of the knife added two points of strength again.

Jiang Zhan originally relied on the long spear made of steel, and wanted to block his weapon arbitrarily, but he failed to do so, and now he can only reach the downward pressure of the long sword with all his strength, which is very difficult.

The two of them had a fierce look in their eyes, and they were both concentrating on scrutinizing the enemy. In this duel, they were extremely slow... and extremely cautious.

For a time, the picture seemed to freeze here, and bystanders felt that it was extremely short, but the soldiers on both sides knew that this was the most critical moment, and what followed was a quick fatal blow.

Jiang Zhan's parry was unstable, Zhao Xingwen's blade rubbed the gun body all the way down, sparking bursts of fire, seeing the tip of the blade pierce his cheek, Jiang Zhan had no choice but to bend over and abandon the long gun in his hand.

However, Zhao Xingwen stopped, he stood against the light in the morning glow, and the blade was full of cold light.

Jiang Zhan couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could clearly see his proudly raised chin and his cold voice, and said to himself, "Pick it up, I won't kill the enemy with bare hands."

This sentence is really poisonous...

Jiang Zhan was confused when he heard the words, and Zhao Xingwen put on that condescending posture, defending and attacking at the same time.

Jiang Zhan was eager to save face and wanted to take a risky move to win. He didn't care about defending any more. He held a long spear in both hands, and stabbed straight at Zhao Xingwen like a madman, intending to kill him with one blow.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Xingwen also saw that Jiang Zhan's attack was fierce, but the flaw was that he could not return to the defense with all his strength, but if he returned to the defense at this time, he would also miss the best moment to kill him!

Jiang Zhan rarely reveals his flaws, and if he retreats, it will be difficult to find such a good opportunity.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Xingwen only had time to turn slightly sideways, the spear sank into his shoulder, and the spear head went straight through the shoulder blade.

Zhao Xingwen groaned, grabbed Jiang Zhan's hand holding the gun, and slashed back ruthlessly.

Jiang Zhan's spear sank into Zhao Xingwen's scapula, and there is no more blade to pull back, and his hands are caught by fate and can't get away for a while.

Zhao Xingwen's blade cut through Jiang Zhan's neck, and blood spurted out like a column.

Jiang Zhan's eyes faded. He didn't expect that Zhao Xingwen would be as steady as a rock, and he would take a fatal blow without moving like a mountain, so as to firmly grasp him and throw a knife back.

And he... also stabbed that shot with all his strength for himself, killing himself.

King Mo's soldiers exclaimed in unison, "General Xiao Zhao!"

Before Jiang Zhan's life disappeared, he finally knew his name. It turned out that he was Zhao Xingwen, the eldest grandson of General Zhao.

"General Xiao Zhao!" King Mo's troops surrounded him.

Although Jiang Zhan died, his long spear still penetrated Zhao Xingwen's shoulder.

However, Zhao Xingwen stood upright with his teeth gritted, letting the blood gush out from his shoulders. He still pointed forward with the tip of the knife, his eyes were fierce, and he roared at the remaining archers: "Kill!"

Seeing Jiang Zhan's fall, the remaining rebel shooters climbed up from the city gate, trying to return to the main army along the high ladder at the wall.

Where did King Mo's soldiers allow them to escape, they chased after them one after another, pulling and pulling, the swords pierced the chest of the archers.

The Beicheng Gate was re-armed, Zhao Xingwen was also forcibly carried down, Xiang Chengfang's name was shouted all the way, and the news of Zhao Xingwen's injury spread throughout Chang'an.

But at the same time, the good news of killing the opponent's main general was also sung all the way...

Jiang Zhan is a veteran of the Gu family army. When he was fighting, Zhao Xingwen was still unborn in his mother's womb.

Now, the back wave slaps the front wave to death on the beach, and even though he is seriously injured, his morale is still at an all-time high.

Xiang Chengfang had stayed in Chang'an and never entered the palace. He heard the shouting and learned that Zhao Xingwen was injured, so he ran to General Zhao's mansion in a panic.

When Zhao Xingwen was carried to the front of the mansion, Gu Shirou reprimanded the soldiers who shouted all the way. For fear of disturbing the old lady Zhao, she glanced at Zhao Xingwen's injury, and the pain in her heart seemed to be torn in two.

But she didn't say anything, but her eyes were cold and stern, Shen Sheng ordered the soldiers to be quietly sent to the room to wait for Xiang Chengfang to see the doctor, then returned to her room and instructed Lingye: "Bring the armor! "

Ling Ye looked startled: "Madam?"

Gu Shirou tied her hair high, and said in a deep voice, "Go!"

Ling Ye pursed her lips and finally retreated. The situation in Chang'an was naturally more sensitive as a person in Zhao's house.

Although there were military officers in the DPRK, they did not have such experience in defending the city.

You can fight, but you can't lead troops.

King Mo had only 40,000 soldiers in total, and only brought one general, Lou Hongfang, back to Beijing. Now Lou Hongfang is guarding the east gate, Xiao Mubai is guarding the south gate, and even the west gate is temporarily replaced by Ge Ran, the minister of dispersal order.

Although Ge Ran fought on the battlefield with the emperor back then, it was only 20 years ago. The talent was so scarce that even he had to be ordered in danger, so one can imagine how bad the battle was.

Originally, the North City Gate was recommended by Zhao Xingwen, but now he falls down injured.

Gu Shirou wanted to stand up for him, Lingye knew that she couldn't persuade her, and the moment she handed her the battle armor, she also changed into a strong suit.

"What are you doing? Stay in the mansion to watch Gu Xingwen, don't hold me back." Gu Shirou instructed Lingye while wearing a battle armor.

"Miss, let me go with you!" There was a layer of mist in Lingye's eyes.

Gu Shirou heard her call, and the hand she wore paused.

Since she disarmed her husband and godson, how many years has she not been on the battlefield, that is, how many years she has not heard this Miss Ling Yehuan...

Gu Shirou's face softened only for a moment, then calmed down again.

Take off your dress, attack your armor, and hold a long whip.

She looked back and smiled at Ling Ye Ling and said, "Let's go!"