The most romantic little emperor

With the addition of He Xuan and other elite cavalry from the right camp, the entire battle situation was completely reversed.

The rebels such as the Black Armored Soldiers and the White Lotus Sect were defeated one after another and were completely at a disadvantage.

On the battlefield, large numbers of Black Armored Soldiers and White Lotus Rebels fell, blood flowed like a river, it was extremely tragic.

"What should we do, sir? He Xuan is coming back with the cavalry from the right camp!" A general was pale, his voice trembling, his eyes full of fear and anxiety.

"Why are you panicking?"

From the moment He Xuan appeared, Su Zhengfang knew that his plan had failed. He pretended to be calm and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Everyone listen up, our people will be here soon. As long as we work together and rush forward to take the little emperor hostage, everything will be settled!"

Just as he finished speaking, another group of powerful troops came sweeping in like a storm.

"I, General Dong Wenwu, have led the elite White Tiger Guards to protect you and wipe out the rebels!" Dong Wenwu's voice was loud and firm, rolling in from afar, as if carrying an unstoppable force.

Dong Meir clenched her hands tightly when she heard this, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She turned to look at Qin Hao not far away, and said with a hint of joy in her voice: "Your Majesty, listen, my eldest brother is leading the White Tiger Guards to rescue you."

Qin Hao stood on the steps outside the Taiji Hall, looking at the imposing army in the distance, and couldn't help feeling secretly happy.

In fact, he did not give any orders to the Dong father and son. He just wanted to take this opportunity to test their attitude.

At this moment, he felt very pleased that the father and son of the Dong family did not disappoint his expectations.

Qin Hao laughed loudly, and suddenly he was full of pride, "General Dong, lead the White Tiger Guards to wipe out these rebels completely, leaving no one alive!"

"Yes, sir!" Dong Wenwu shouted loudly.

Following his order, the soldiers of the White Tiger Guard rushed towards the rebel camp like tigers descending from the mountains.

Dong Wenwu even drew his bow and shot three people with one arrow, which was shocking.

Qin Hao watched Dong Wenwu's extreme personal performance with sincere admiration in his eyes. He praised without hiding his feelings: "My brother-in-law has amazing arm strength and is the bravest among the three armies. He is truly a fierce general who is unparalleled in the world."

Dong Meir was standing aside, and when she heard Qin Hao praising her elder brother, she felt a sense of pride and joy in her heart.

With the joint efforts of Dong Wenwu and He Xuan, they were like two sharp knives, and in a short moment they tore through the enemy's defense line.

The elite troops of the Right Camp and the White Tiger Guard formed a pincer attack, quickly separating Su Zhengfang, Wen Tai, and the followers of the White Lotus Sect, and besieging them in the square like trapped beasts.

There were flashes of swords and shouts of killing, and the fierce battle between tens of thousands of soldiers. Broken limbs could be seen everywhere, blood dyed the blue bricks red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Watching the powerful troops led by He Xuan and Dong Wenwu charging into the battlefield like a hot knife through butter, their own army fled in all directions like a broken dam.

Su Zhengfang stood in the midst of the chaotic army, with less than a hundred personal guards around him. He knew very well that with only these remnants of the defeated army, they would not even be qualified to step into the solemn Tai Chi Hall.

Since He Xuan is not dead, if things turn out as expected, the Xuanwu Guards must be in danger, otherwise they would not have stayed away for so long.

Why is this happening?

In the end, he was defeated by the little emperor.

A feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart, and Su Zhengfang's face instantly turned gloomy. His former high spirits disappeared at this moment.

Su Zhengfang closed his eyes in pain. He had been in power for many years, but now it collapsed overnight, just like a bright star falling and becoming dim in an instant.

In an instant, the fire on the battlefield illuminated the figure of Dong Wenwu. He was like a tiger rushing down a mountain, rushing straight to the rebel commander's camp. The long sword in his hand flashed coldly in the moonlight. He was sharp and decisive, beheading dozens of enemy chiefs in a row.

With a thunderous roar, Dong Wenwu swung his sword and instantly cut off the head of Minister of War Wen Tai.

Dong Wenwu reached out his other hand and firmly grasped Wen Tai's head as if he was taking something out of a bag. A cold and terrifying expression appeared on his face. His voice echoed in the dark night, like the call of the god of death: "Wen Tai has been executed. Those who surrender can be spared!"

Wen Tai’s death was like a huge rock dropped into a calm lake, instantly causing an uproar.

The morale of the rebels completely collapsed at this moment, like a flood breaking through a dam.

"Clang!" A crisp metal collision sound was heard, and a rebel soldier was the first to throw away the weapon in his hand. His action was like a domino, quickly triggering a chain reaction.

Then ten, a hundred, and finally, thousands of rebel soldiers dropped their weapons. They lowered their heads, with fear and despair clearly visible on their faces.

The morale was gone, the rebels no longer had the strength to resist, and they were defeated!

Su Zhengfang stared at the chaotic situation in front of him, knowing that he had no chance of survival. He clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with anger, and growled angrily: "Quickly bring those three people here, I will kill them in front of the little emperor, and make him live in pain for the rest of his life."

Liu Fu walked quickly to Su Zhengfang, looking frustrated, and sighed, "Master, at the moment when the little emperor attacked us, the three people were quietly rescued by an unidentified black-clad master, and our people could not stop them at all."

When Su Zhengfang heard this, his body trembled violently, swayed a few times, and almost couldn't stand.

If Liu Fu had not stepped forward to support him in time, he would have fallen to the ground.

"what!"

Su Zhengfang suddenly screamed, and blood spurted out of his mouth, instantly staining his clothes red. His eyes were full of despair, but he still tried to maintain his last dignity, and said weakly: "Liu Fu, I would rather die than fall into the hands of that child emperor, you... send me off quickly."

Liu Fu's heart trembled, and he looked up at Su Zhengfang in front of him, the once glorious head of the Su family, who now ended up like this.

He nodded helplessly, the knife in his hand trembling slightly, but still firmly placed on Su Zhengfang's neck, ready to fulfill his master's last wish.

However, at this moment, a leisurely and cold voice sounded in the night sky: "Old thief Su, do you think you can be free by dying? It's not that simple."

"If you die, none of these people will survive. Even your wife, children, and even your nine clans will be tortured after your death and will not have peace. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Qin Hao's voice, like a cold wind in the winter, pierced into Su Zhengfang's heart.

Faced with Qin Hao threatening his relatives and family, Su Zhengfang's soft spot was directly stabbed, and his desire to die disappeared.

The next moment, Su Zhengfang weakly lowered his noble head. At this point, the mutiny led by Su Zhengfang was basically declared over.

However, the house-raiding operation outside the palace was not affected at all and continued in an orderly manner. Almost all the officials involved with the Su family had their property searched and were imprisoned.

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