Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

At Zhu Biao's command, the ten rocket cars roared in unison like ten steel beasts that had been gathering strength for a long time.

In an instant, hundreds of rockets, like arrows shot from a bow, dragging long, fiery red tails, shot into the sky with overwhelming force.

They drew dazzling arcs in the sky, like a burning rain of fire, illuminating the originally inky black night sky.

At this time, Xing Shuren was sitting leisurely at the simple wooden table outside the tent.

On the table was the cooked meat that the cook had just brought out, steaming hot and filled with the aroma of meat.

Xing Shuren held a wine jug in one hand and a large piece of meat in the other, preparing to feast on it.

Inadvertently, he looked up at the sky and saw countless twinkling spots suddenly appear in the sky, like falling stars.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It's rare to see shooting stars on ordinary days, but why are there so many of them today? It's really strange."

However, as time went on, Xing Shuren keenly realized that something was wrong.

Instead of disappearing in a flash like shooting stars, those bright spots were getting closer and closer, at a speed so fast that it was frightening.

His heart suddenly tightened, an ominous premonition surged into his heart, his face turned pale in an instant, and he screamed in fear: "Oh no, a meteor is falling towards us..."

His shrill cry was like a sharp signal, instantly breaking the tranquility of the camp at night.

Countless soldiers were attracted by the shouting and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

I saw countless bright spots with terrifying momentum, rushing towards the camp like raindrops.

In a flash, these bright spots fell accurately into the Yan army camp like deadly sparks.

In an instant, the entire camp seemed to be ignited by an invisible force, and a series of deafening explosions rang out one after another, as if to tear the earth apart.

Raging flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire camp and engulfing everything in a sea of ​​fire.

The huge air wave was like an invisible giant hand, suddenly blowing Xing Shuren away.

Xing Shuren rolled in the air like a kite with a broken string, and finally fell heavily into a cesspool with a "plop".

This cesspool was just a temporary place for the soldiers to relieve themselves, and it was filled with a disgusting stench.

But it was precisely this inconspicuous cesspool that, at this critical moment, acted like a shelter from fate and saved Xing Shuren's life.

Hundreds of rockets exploded like a violent storm. In just a few dozen breaths, the originally bustling camp became dead silent.

In fact, this was not true silence, but a series of huge explosions, like thunder, which made everyone deaf.

At this moment, even if a soldier uttered a cry of pain, no one else could hear it because of the temporary loss of hearing in their ears.

Looking around, the camp had turned into a hell on earth, as terrifying as a Shura field.

The corpses were scattered all over the place, most of them were incomplete, and it was a horrific sight.

Broken limbs and debris were scattered everywhere, and blood was pouring down, dyeing the ground crimson.

The originally neat and orderly tents have now turned into ruins. In the light of the fire, only twisted and deformed supports remain, as if telling the tragedy of the disaster.

This sudden attack dealt a devastating blow to the Yan army.

After a hasty reorganization, the army of 200,000 people was reduced to less than 50,000.

Perhaps, some people were not killed directly by the explosion, but became demented under the huge impact of the explosion, and fled the camp in a dazed state, and disappeared into the darkness.

Although Xing Shuren managed to escape with his life, he was frightened to death.

For the next three days, his eyes were dull, his expression was dazed, and he looked stupid, as if his soul had been taken away by this disaster.

Zheng Xiangyi was filled with doubts when he saw the remnants of the Yan army returning in a panic.

He hurried to find a few survivors and asked them in detail about what had happened.

After listening to their stories, Zheng Xiangyi finally knew what happened on the battlefield.

Without delaying a bit, he immediately reported the matter to Zhao Hui truthfully.

When Zhao Hui saw the report, he felt mixed emotions.

He really didn't expect that Xing Shuren would be so bold as to openly lead a group of people to cause trouble for Zhao Sheng.

However, what he could not have imagined was that the weapon that caused the annihilation of Xing Shuren's army this time was no longer as silent as last time, but so powerful.

At this moment, inside the palace, officials were whispering and discussing.

"Last time, Xing Erhu and his men were burned to death. Why did we see something like a meteor this time?"

An official whispered with a puzzled look on his face.

"Could it really be that a meteorite from the sky just happened to fall into the middle of the army? Otherwise, how could it be so powerful?"

another official speculated.

"Could it be that the Dingzhou Army really possesses such powerful weapons? This is too incredible..."

Another official muttered quietly.

All kinds of speculations and discussions were heard in his ears, like the buzzing of flies, which made Zhao Hui upset and furious.

He stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open, and shouted: "Enough! Everyone, leave now..."

After saying this, he walked out of the hall alone without looking back.

The Imperial Garden is quiet and peaceful.

Zhao Hui walked along the quiet path with a decadent look on his face, his steps heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Wang Defa followed behind cautiously, not daring to breathe.

He knew very well that the emperor was in a very bad mood at the moment. If he was not careful, he might anger him and bring about his own death.

As he was walking, Zhao Hui suddenly stopped, looked into the distance, and said quietly:

"Wang Banban, do you think I was wrong? My sixth brother was originally kind to me, but now, because of my suspicion, our friendship has been destroyed and we have become strangers."

Wang Defa, who was following behind, was a little far away from Zhao Hui, and Zhao Hui spoke in a low voice, so he did not hear clearly.

So he quickly bowed and apologized, "Ah? Your Majesty, I was a little far away and didn't hear what you said. Please forgive me."

Zhao Hui was already in a bad mood, and he finally managed to express his feelings, but Wang Defa didn't hear him.

He was immediately enraged and shouted, "You bastard! Get out of here!"

Wang Defa was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he fell to his knees with a plop. He didn't dare to get up, but he didn't dare to leave without permission.

Because Zhao Hui was the only one in the imperial garden at the moment, he would have to be there to serve if the emperor had any instructions or any unexpected situation occurred.

So he knelt there trembling with fear. Every time Zhao Hui took a few steps forward, he knelt behind him and moved a few steps cautiously, not daring to slack off in the slightest.