Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

At this time, the dozens of elite officers from the imperial court who had sent gifts had already fled far away.

But the skull formed by three hundred heads was neatly arranged under the city wall.

Blood was still dripping from the skull, and even the residual heat from the head seemed particularly dazzling under the light. The mist gave people a weird feeling.

Upon closer inspection, some of the heads even had red faces, obviously these people had been killed not long ago.

Even though they have no bodies, these people have special red ribbons wrapped around their heads.

Seeing such attire, the soldiers on the city wall immediately realized that this was the Zhenbei Army!

Looking across the Great Zhou, only the Zhenbei Army's attire is somewhat different from that of others. Not only because the Zhenbei Army is fully armed, but also because they all have red turbans.

The purpose is to be able to quickly distinguish between friend and foe during a war.

The red headscarf is so eye-catching. Once noticed by the enemy, the fight will end to the death. However, Xiao Mu has never let the Zhenbei Army put down their headscarves for so many years. This is to tell the Zhenbei Army that their army is a true god of war army and they are not afraid of any battle.

It is also because of this that once the Zhenbei Army is left alone, it will be easily discovered by the enemy and besieged, but this also allows the Zhenbei Army to burst out with even stronger combat power on the brink of death.

This is why people often see the bravery and fearlessness of the Zhenbei Army.

Because they have no choice!

Once their identities were exposed and once they were discovered, they would have no way out but death. In this case, if they killed one, they would recoup their investment, and if they killed two, they would make a profit. This cycle continued and this is how they forged the world-famous Iron Army.

Therefore, even if only heads were left of these 300 people, they could be seen at a glance as the Zhenbei Army.

"Yes, they..."

Zhou Ping took a deep breath, then narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly.

The "they" he referred to were none other than the 300 Zhenbei Army soldiers who had voluntarily left before.

Zhou Zheng had said at the beginning that these people might go to the imperial court camp, but he didn't expect that it would be true now.

But perhaps they never thought until their death that entering the court and surrendering would not bring them promotion, wealth, or safety, but would instead lead to a faster death.

However, the faces of these 300 people were all distorted. Although their pupils had long since faded, one could still clearly feel their fear, struggle, and unwillingness before death.

Perhaps, they never thought that their surrender would result in such an outcome.

There are even some disciples from aristocratic families among them.

If they had known the outcome would be like this, I wonder if they would have made the same choice.

"If you don't surrender, this will be your fate!"

"If you don't surrender, this will be your fate!"

"If you don't surrender, this will be your fate!!!"

At the same time, the dozens of elite soldiers of the imperial court who had escaped had already begun roaring at the Zhenbei Army on the city wall.

The huge voices gathered together make the sound very penetrating, and it can still be heard clearly even at a distance of hundreds of feet.

At this moment, the faces of thousands of Zhenbei Army soldiers on the city wall also changed.

At this point, they finally understood that all this was a conspiracy by the court.

None of the more than 300 people who left the city wall survived. They all turned into corpses and lay in front of them.

Before the war even began, the huge pressure made the air oppressive. The aura of death before the war was even more shrouded.

Some of the timid ones began to tremble and turned pale.

They naturally knew that the decisive battle might be a matter of life and death, but when they actually saw these leaders, they still couldn't suppress their inner fear, worry, and retreat.

They once thought that during a big battle, they would stand at the back, surrender if they were defeated, and drink soup if they won.

But now, after actually seeing this bloody scene and seeing the struggle and unwillingness in the wide-open eyes of their dead companions, they were finally afraid.

You know, although there are 50,000 Zhenbei troops here, except for 10,000 elite soldiers, there are not many who are truly combat-capable.

In particular, there are some new troops in the Zhenbei Army who have never actually killed anyone.

In this case, how can we fight this war?

What's more, the imperial court still has 300,000 troops!

With the enemy at the gate, they still have a choice.

"Your Majesty, this, this means the same thing..."

The most nervous person was Fang Shicai. His voice was trembling, as if he was in a high-secret situation, but also as if he wanted to use this to protect himself.

He clearly sensed that the morale of the Zhenbei Army was wavering at this moment, and truly felt the pale faces of the soldiers on the city wall. Some of the timid ones even started vomiting after seeing so many bloody heads at once.

This really shook the morale of the army.

But it was I who asked Zhou Zheng to see this gift!

When he thought of this, Fang Shicai's heart trembled, even though he had asked Zhou Zheng to let these soldiers leave the city wall, even though he had told Zhou Zheng that this was not his concern.

But now, those dozens of elite soldiers had already left, and I was the only one left standing here.

Who else could Zhou Zheng vent his anger on if not himself?

At this moment, Fang Shicai only hoped that Zhou Zheng could still remain calm, and at least know that this was Lei Tong's intention.

Sure enough, the closer someone is to you, the more you know how to stab them in the most painful way.

Seeing Zhou Zheng's extremely gloomy face at this time, the Taoist couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but he seemed to have no better way to protect himself.

"damn it!"

"If you shake the morale of the army, you should be killed!"

"This Lei Tong is truly a traitor and unworthy of being a man!"

Zhou Ping roared, clenched his fists, veins bulged on his forehead, and his words were filled with murderous intent.

Xiao Mu, Xiao Guan and the others also did not speak, but their faces were also extremely gloomy, as if they would explode at any time.

Seeing the emotional changes in everyone, Fang Shicai's mouth twitched constantly. Now he could only pray that his end would not be too miserable.

Glancing at the dozens of elite soldiers who had already fled hundreds of feet away and were still roaring, the alchemist felt tormented in his heart.

The louder these guys roar, the more dangerous your situation becomes.

This was by no means the result he wanted.

"Damn it, I got screwed this time." Fang Shicai was in deep pain at this moment.

Those guys ran pretty fast, not knowing that they were still suffering. Or maybe from the beginning, the prime minister had no intention of letting him go back alive.

Every second feels like a year, perhaps this is how the alchemists feel now.

"The imperial court thinks that they can kill our Zhenbei Army and shake our morale, and we have no other options?"

Suddenly, Xiao Mu cast his cold gaze on Fang Shicai.

This look was filled with extremely strong murderous intent and aggression. Just one glance made the Taoist feel as if his soul had been taken away.

As soon as he spoke, Xiao Mu drew out his long sword, intending to kill Fang Shicai once and for all.

Such movements are smooth and flowing, but extremely normal.

Even Fang Shicai knew that there was nothing wrong with Xiao Mu's actions, but he didn't want to die.

His body was shaking constantly, his knees were weak, and he was almost about to kneel down.

His face was pale, his pupils were dilated, and he couldn't even utter a word.

It’s not that the alchemist doesn’t want to, but he really has no choice.

The war was imminent, and if the army's morale was shaken, it would not be too much for Xiao Mu to kill him a thousand or ten thousand times.

"His Majesty!"

But at this moment, Zhou Ping stood up.

"Father accepted the favor from the Fang family, so please spare his life."

Zhou Ping's words came like a life-saving straw, and a glimmer of hope flashed in Fang Shicai's eyes.

As he looked at Zhou Ping at this moment, he was so grateful that he almost cried tears of gratitude.

"get out!"

Zhou Zheng thought for a while before finally speaking.

These two words without any emotion sounded like the sound of nature to the Taoist priest.

At this time, he no longer cared about his image, and crawled towards the city.

Along the way, he didn't dare look back, for he was always worried that Zhou Zheng would stab him in the back.

He had only one thought, which was to escape, escape as quickly as possible!

The only way to survive is to escape from here.

Seeing Fang Shicai staggering and in a mess, and his body gradually moving away, the murderous intent on the faces of Xiao Mu and others slowly subsided.

Instead, there was a smile.

"Boss, our acting skills are pretty good, right?"

Zhou Ping smiled.

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