vrcanaries Chapter 1161: The Dragon Armor Army Reports to the Emperor
Chapter 1161: The Dragon Armor Army Reports to the Emperor
advise?
No need.
Shen Zhinian knew this man's temper too well.
Once he makes up his mind, no one can change his mind.
Because of this, when they disagreed on political affairs in their previous life, she could not make Gu Jinxiao change his mind no matter what.
Similarly, the strategy proposed by Gu Jinxiao could not convince her.
Although the two had no apparent intersection, she had fought with this man countless times through Lu Jianglin.
Thinking back, Shen Zhinian could even imagine that if he insisted any further, he would probably say something more in line with etiquette.
Shen Zhinian silently turned his eyes away and stared at the jumping flames. After a while, he let out an inaudible breath.
Really... I have nothing to say.
……
A strong smell of blood filled the air, and the bodies of confidants and guards lay at their feet.
Duke Dingguo's defeat was inevitable.
This should have been a desperate moment of despair, but there was not a trace of despair in his old eyes that had seen the world.
Deep within the cloudy pupils of Duke Dingguo, there burned a fire that was almost crazy and refused to go out.
Eagle Creek!
There was the deepest and sharpest knife he had been using for many years!
The private soldiers he had raised for many years had sufficient food and fodder, and were well-equipped, and all of them were his trusted and loyal warriors.
A few days ago, he received a secret letter from his confidant. The dormant sharp blade had been quietly unsheathed and lurked near the enclosure, waiting for his call!
"Ah……"
A very light sneer escaped from Duke Dingguo's throat.
Taking advantage of the chaos at the scene, his hand, covered with blue veins and calluses, reached into his arms as fast as lightning and accurately touched a cold, hard cylindrical object.
"call out--!!!"
A dazzling crimson firework, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, suddenly shot up into the sky from the palm of Duke Dingguo's palm!
The light was sudden but very dazzling, instantly illuminating the astonished and solemn faces below with a blood-red glow.
This signal is Duke Dingguo’s last trump card!
The fireworks exploded at a very high altitude, turning into countless scarlet sparks that fell to the ground like weeping blood.
A terrifying gleam flashed from Duke Dingguo's cloudy eyes.
He stared at the direction where the signal disappeared, his chest heaving violently, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of iron hooves crushing the dry grass and weapons breaking through the night wind.
Soon, soon!
As soon as his men arrive, the situation in the enclosure will be turned upside down in an instant!
He still has a chance to turn the tables!
Time was stretched to an incomparable length in the suffocating silence...
The night wind whimpered across the withered meadow, stirring up fine dust.
The crackling of burning tents in the distance, the groans of the wounded, the occasional clink of Imperial Guards armor...
All the sounds were amplified infinitely, but the only thing missing was the thunder of iron hooves that Duke Dingguo expected, which was enough to shake the earth.
One breath, two breaths...
Ten breaths...
The gleam in Duke Dingguo's eyes began to waver, and the determined madness was gradually replaced by an incredible surprise.
He held his breath and listened hard.
No.
Nothing at all……
The only sound at the scene was the wind.
The elite troops that Duke Dingguo regarded as a hope for a comeback disappeared without a trace, like a drop in the ocean.
It was as if the signal that had just torn through the night sky was just a powerless mockery.
"impossible!"
The muscles on Duke Dingguo's face began to twitch uncontrollably, and a grayish color quickly spread over his old face like a tide.
The trump card he was so proud of, the last resort he relied on to turn the tables...was like it had never existed?!
Just when Duke Dingguo was terrified and almost vomiting blood, a cold and majestic voice penetrated the noise of the night and reached his ears clearly.
"Liu Chongshan, are you still waiting for those 20,000 private soldiers from Yingxiejian?"
Nangong Xuanyu's figure had appeared on a high slope not far away, and his black cloak fluttered in the night wind.
He looked down at Duke Dingguo, who stood frozen in place, with a gaze as cold as ice. "I advise you not to worry about this any more."
The emperor's voice was calm, but every word was like a hammer, hammering down on Duke Dingguo's heart. "Those private soldiers of yours, hiding in the mountains and streams, thinking they were invisible to the gods and ghosts, were all 'invited' for tea by my men in Xingyang before they even entered the capital."
Xingyang!
This place name exploded in Duke Dingguo's mind like thunder!
The secret route he meticulously planned for his private soldiers, the stealth he thought was foolproof...had already been seen by others?!
The last trace of blood on Duke Dingguo's face faded, and even his lips turned gray...
The last bit of strength supporting his spine suddenly drained away, and Duke Dingguo's tall body swayed imperceptibly...
He stared at the figure on the high slope who controlled everything, his eyes changing from shock and anger to horror, and then to a dead silence.
Eagle Creek.
The final trump card upon which his life's work was based... it had been turned to dust in the emperor's chess game from the very beginning...
"Take it!"
The emperor's cold command was like the final judgment.
"Yes!"
The guards pounced on him like wolves and tigers, and the heavy chains instantly wrapped around Duke Dingguo's limbs.
He did not struggle, allowing the cold iron chains to hold him tightly.
Afterwards, two imperial guards forced Duke Dingguo to his knees on the muddy ground.
He was forced to raise his graying head, and in his cloudy eyes, the last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished, leaving only the dead despair...
Duke Dingguo raised his head and looked at the unfathomable night sky, like an old trapped beast with its teeth and claws completely pulled out.
The rebellion he had carefully planned was like a dead leaf thrown into a raging fire, instantly turning into ashes...
At this moment, Duke Dingguo suddenly remembered the advice his trusted aides had given him before he took action.
He was told to report the matter to the Empress Dowager and then make a decision.
However, Duke Dingguo felt that the Empress Dowager's womanly kindness would never allow her to accomplish anything great.
Now it seems that his wisdom is really inferior to that of his sister?
The remaining rebels seemed to have their backbones pulled out. They threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground.
Everything is settled.
At this moment, in the darkness, a figure broke through the blockade like a blood-stained lone wolf, staggering straight towards Nangong Xuanyu.
He is a Dragon Armor Army soldier.
His black suit was torn in many places by the sharp blade. Dark red blood soaked the fabric and dripped down the arm armor, creating glaring scarlet spots on the frosted dry grass.
"His Majesty!"
The Dragon Armor Soldier slammed his knee against the ground, sending up a cloud of dust.
His voice was hoarse and broken, with a gasp after a desperate struggle: "The Huns' death squads have suddenly attacked the camp. Your subordinates are fighting desperately to resist and protect the Royal Concubine Chen for a while!"
"But... there are quite a few assassins, and their martial arts are cunning. The Queen has limited manpower around her... At this moment... their life or death is unknown!"
Duke Dingguo suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief, astonishment, and a twisted ecstasy, as if grasping at the last straw: "Hun's death warriors?!"