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Xiao Yanheng's team took advantage of the lighting fixtures to quickly weaken the rebel forces.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Zhang Long pulled a soldier over to block the sword, then jumped on his horse and fled alone.

Long Fei was about to give chase but was stopped by Xiao Yanheng.

Long Fei looked back in confusion: "Your Majesty, are you just going to let them escape?"

Xiao Yanheng frowned and said in a deep voice, "They've reaped what they sowed. However, the roads are slippery in the rain, and Zhang Long is adept at setting traps. We've destroyed their food supplies today. Given Zhang Long's temperament, he'll definitely harass the surrounding villages. We'll set an ambush."

When Long Fei heard this, his eyes suddenly opened up.

"Your Majesty, we will do this. This magical lighting device is truly amazing. We will have no worries in night battles."

Xiao Yanheng saw that he was excited, but he felt heavy in his heart.

This drought made him realize that relying on God's gift was not a long-term solution, and only by strengthening himself could he protect the country.

When we returned, it was already dawn.

Everyone was exhausted after a night of hard work. Xiao Yanheng was about to disband his troops to rest when a general guarding the city hurried forward, knelt down and reported.

"Your Majesty, this is bad. The people in the city are being instigated to open the city gates and flee, saying..."

The general hesitated and did not dare to speak fully.

Xiao Yanheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in his black pupils, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire scene.

"speak."

The general gritted his teeth and said, "Rumor has it that the gods dislike Your Majesty and have brought drought upon the Wei Kingdom. This is a sign of the Wei Kingdom's demise. Staying in the city will only mean death."

"nonsense!"

Long Fei's face flushed and his ears burned as he knelt beside Xiao Yanheng.

"Please allow me to arrest the rumormongers and hang their names on the city walls as a warning to others."

Xiao Yanheng lowered his eyes, his emotions unpredictable.

After a while, he suddenly smiled and said:

"Don't worry, everyone. Let's go investigate first."

After saying this, Xiao Yanheng walked towards the city wall.

Looking from the city wall, one could see a crowd of people gathered at the city gate, clamoring to leave the city.

Some weak soldiers were pushed, torn, and even had their hair pulled. The scene was in chaos.

Long Fei was stunned. He turned to look at the general and muttered, "Old Jiang, this..."

Jiang Zhenming sighed, feeling helpless.

By the morning, word had spread throughout the village. Some people were saying that last night's rain was poisonous and that it was God's wrath, punishing us.

When Long Fei heard this, his eyes almost popped out.

After a while, Long Fei finally recovered and asked doubtfully, "Do you all believe this far-fetched story?"

Jiang Zhenming sighed again.

"It's no use trying to reason with them. They've already decided that the gods are angry. What do you think of that?"

Long Fei pondered for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he turned to look at Xiao Yanheng.

Xiao Yanheng's eyes were sharp, fixed on several restless guys in the crowd.

Long Fei immediately suggested: "How about I take them down now?"

"Deal with it directly." Xiao Yanheng said in a cold tone.

"Ah?" Long Fei was stunned for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Are we really going to do this? With so many villagers watching, it would be hard to explain."

"Hit them directly! They are the remnants of Zhang Long."

At this point, Xiao Yanheng suddenly remembered something: "I'm afraid Zhang Long won't give up after escaping. He might have already sneaked in. If he's caught, there's no need to say anything. Just deal with him directly."

After giving a few instructions, Xiao Yanheng turned around and returned to the palace.

As soon as he stepped into the palace gate, the chief eunuch came to greet him.

After the ceremony, the chief eunuch looked at him with a smile on his face.

"I have already prepared a list of gifts for Your Majesty to thank the gods. Please review it."

Xiao Yanheng took the list and reviewed it carefully.

In addition to some daily necessities, there were also one thousand taels of gold.

Xiao Yanheng thought for a moment and said, "She seems to have run into some difficult problems. You can add some snacks and cakes that women like."

"As ordered."

The chief eunuch understood and withdrew.

About the time it took to finish a meal, Long Fei arrived at the palace with several people who were tied up tightly.

He threw them to the ground.

"Your Majesty, these are Zhang Long's confidants. The people's gathering and causing trouble this time is all their tricks."

One of the men with a fierce look widened his eyes and glared at Xiao Yanheng.

"Xiao Yanheng, the Wei Dynasty is now doomed. If you are wise, surrender. The general may be able to spare your body. Otherwise..."

Uh--

Before he could finish his words, a sword had already pierced his chest.

It was Xiao Yanheng who took action.

Xiao Yanheng drew back his sword, and the chief eunuch quickly handed him a clean handkerchief.

He calmly polished the blade of his sword, his cold gaze sweeping over the others: "If I don't surrender, what are you going to do?"

Seeing how ruthless he was, the remaining three people were frightened.

A man with a wretched face and cowardly face immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Xiao Yanheng repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, we are forced to do this. Zhang Long forced us to come here to spread rumors. If we don't go, he will kill our entire family. We are really at our wit's end."

"Oh?" Xiao Yanheng raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a chilling smile.

"Forced into helplessness?"

The man nodded hurriedly, "Yes..."

The next moment, he also died.

Xiao Yanheng then turned his attention to the last two people.

The tip of the sword pointed in the direction of one of them: "Zhang Long is colluding with foreign enemies and plotting evil. If you join him, you will become my enemy, not to mention that you are harming innocent people. How can I forgive you?"

Seeing that the other party was still trying to attack them, the other one glared at him and shouted:

"Xiao Yanheng, the Imperial Master predicted that the Great Wei Dynasty is doomed. Furthermore, General, you have established contact with the gods, who will surely lend you a helping hand. Your complacency won't last long."

In an instant, the temperature in the hall dropped sharply and the air seemed to become a little thinner.

Xiao Yanheng's face remained calm, only his dark eyes released an invisible majesty.

As time slowly passed, Xiao Yanheng's eyes gradually turned bloodshot.

Seeing Xiao Yanheng's emotions on the verge of losing control, Long Fei was racking his brains when he heard him give a cold order:

"Immediately execute these two traitors and hang their bodies on the city wall. This will serve as a warning to all the people in the city. Anyone who disobeys will be treated the same way."

After the order was issued, Xiao Yanheng walked away with big strides, his face solemn.

Long Fei withdrew his gaze from the resolute figure and stared at the two traitors who were still struggling to survive.

After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice filled with disbelief: "Is what you said true? Did that immortal really team up with Zhang Long?"

One of them snorted disdainfully and responded arrogantly:

"Our general is the ruler of the future of this world. Immortals naturally understand the times and know how to stand on their side."

Seeing that the two of them were so sure, Long Fei stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

……

As night fell, Su Yuan sat quietly by the fish pond for a long time. Xiao Yanheng hadn't responded yet, and anxiety gradually crept into her heart. Could it be that he had met with misfortune during this drought?

She hurriedly flipped through her phone, trying to find the answer from the history of the Wei Dynasty.

Unfortunately, there is so little information about this era that it is difficult to piece together a complete picture.

After searching in vain, Su Yuan opened the app again, feeling worried:

"Why hasn't Xiao Yanheng contacted me yet? Could something have really happened?"