At this moment, in Tianmen Pass!
Xuanyuan Wanrong was reading the latest files, but after a while, she suddenly put down the files in her hands.
"Strange … Why do I always feel upset?"
Xuanyuan Wanrong frowned slightly. She felt vaguely uneasy and couldn't concentrate.
After a while, she put away the files and went directly to Xu Que's door.
Seeing that the Empress had arrived, several soldiers hurriedly saluted, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Xuanyuan Wanrong raised her hand, motioned for them to be excused, and asked, "Has His Majesty come out?"
The soldier said respectfully, "Your Majesty, His Majesty has never come out of the room."
Xuanyuan Wanrong was a little relieved. When she was about to leave, she suddenly heard the soldier say hesitantly, "But … Lord Gong came to see His Majesty."
"Lord Gong? Gong Qiwei? "
The ominous premonition in Xuanyuan Wanrong's heart was magnified instantly.
Bang!
She directly pushed the door open.
The furnishings in the room had not been moved. A man in white was lying on the bed with his back to the door, shivering.
Xuanyuan Wanrong quickly walked to the bed and turned the man over. Her face suddenly became extremely ugly.
It was not Xu Que lying on the bed at all, but Gong Qiwei with a swollen face!
"This … How could this be?" The soldier was suddenly shocked.
They clearly saw Lord Gong leave. How could it be Lord Gong lying here?
"Er … Your Majesty?"
Gong Qiwei's face was full of bitterness, and then he hurriedly bounced up from the bed. He didn't even dare to get out of the bed. He directly knelt down and shouted, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! I deserve to die! "
Xuanyuan Wanrong took a deep breath and said coldly, "Why are you here? Where is Xu Que? "
Gong Qiwei trembled and buried his head even lower, "Your Majesty, His Majesty, His Majesty he … should have gone to the battlefield."
Went to the battlefield?
Xuanyuan Wanrong suddenly remembered what Xu Que had said before.
He wanted to personally lead an army to cut off the King of Qin's head and use it as a chamber pot.
Unexpectedly, this guy still racked his brains and ran out.
Xuanyuan Wanrong's face was as dark as ink. She turned around and walked out of the house quickly.
"Gong Qiwei, pass down the order. Order the army at the rear to stop resting and speed up to Heaven's Gate Pass!"
Gong Qiwei stilled and asked loudly, "Empress, where are you going?"
"I'll go see if that bastard is dead or not!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xuanyuan Wanrong's figure had already left in a hurry.
…
At this moment, on the frontline.
The soldiers standing on the city wall did not react at first.
When Hu Zhengtang cried out in surprise, everyone was dumbfounded.
"What's going on? Why is the Emperor outside the city? "
"No, where did the soldiers behind him come from? Aren't the troops from the Imperial City still on their way? "
"That's the logistics team! They're from the logistics department. Why did His Majesty bring them out? "
"Is that the f * cking point? The most important thing was the emperor, the emperor! His Majesty hasn't even killed a chicken before. Isn't leading the troops to their deaths? "
Hu Zhengtang slapped the deputy general on the head and hurriedly ran down the city wall. "You're all f * cking idiots! Hurry up and open the city gate to save people! "
The soldiers immediately reacted and hurriedly followed him down the city wall, complaining incessantly in their hearts.
Your Majesty, it's fine if you personally lead the troops into battle, but can't you just stay in Heaven's Gate Pass?
Why do you have to lead the troops to battle? Is this what an emperor should do?!
The key was that there were more than 300,000 people on the other side, while the emperor only had 3,000 troops on his side!
Even a valiant general who was good at fighting would not do such a thing!
Leading 3,000 troops to attack the battle formation of 300,000 people, was there something wrong with his brain?!
Just as everyone hurriedly rushed down the city wall, Xu Que had already rushed to the two armies with the troops behind him.
The Qin soldiers standing in the middle of the battlefield could not hear the voices of Hu Zhengtang and the others because they were too far away.
But seeing that someone actually dared to rush out, the Qin soldiers were instantly overjoyed. "Haha! Brothers, the cowards of the Eastern Tang have finally come out, follow me! "
The Qin soldiers who had been waiting for orders all mounted their horses.
Shua!
The long blades of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers were unsheathed, pointing straight at Xu Que!
Killing intent soared to the heavens!
This was the army of the Great Qin that had swept through the Nine Regions. Hundreds of thousands of people brandishing their blades together, just that aura was enough to make one shudder.
… …
In the distance, Hu Zhengtang and the others who had just run to the city gate saw this and hurriedly gathered the defending troops, charging over on their horses.
"Quick, quick, quick! We cannot let His Majesty be harmed! "
"Bastard, where's my horse, quickly bring it over!"
"Move faster!"
Feeling the killing intent coming towards him, Xu Que became more and more excited as he roared, "Brothers, charge with me!"
Three thousand soldiers shouted in unison, "Kill!"
But unexpectedly, Xu Que suddenly squeezed his horse's abdomen, increasing its speed abruptly, directly breaking away from the troops and charging forward.
The Qin soldiers who were clamoring were stunned for a moment, then laughed maniacally as they pulled out their long blades, roaring, "Brat, you have some guts. Remember your grandfather's name, the one who will kill you today is Great General Pan Meng of the Qin Kingdom!"
His voice rang out in all directions.
"Pan Meng?"
Hearing this, Hu Zhengtang's deputy exclaimed, "He is the legendary Pan Meng who is known as the Butcher! I heard that in the previous campaigns, this fellow relied on his long blade to create a reputation for killing countless enemies! "
The generals following behind him instantly turned ashen.
"Heavens, I heard that this fellow's methods are ruthless, doesn't he know how to kill his opponents with one strike?"
"Yes! This fellow will cripple his opponents, then torture them in every possible way! "
"The most terrifying thing is that this fellow is a rare second-grade expert in the military formation. With one long blade, he is invincible!"
"It's over, it's all over. In front of the military formation, I'm afraid only a quasi-first-grade can fight him."
"Does our Emperor have a quasi-first-grade?"
"Uh … I'm not sure, probably not. I've never heard of the Emperor practicing martial arts …"
Hu Zhengtang cursed, "Motherf * cker! You guys still have the mood to discuss this, hurry up and charge! If anything happens to His Majesty, I will skin you all alive! "
At this moment, Xu Que had already charged in front of Pan Meng.
"Brat, die!" Pan Meng laughed sinisterly as he waved his long blade. His tall body was like a demon.
Xu Que did not dodge, instead, he charged straight at the edge of the blade.
Seeing this scene from afar, Hu Zhengtang's eyes widened in anger and he roared, "Stop!"
At this moment, Xu Que suddenly pulled out his blade, the blade gleaming like a waterfall as he slashed at Pan Meng.
Clang!
Pan Meng's long blade broke!
"What?"
Pan Meng looked at his broken blade in disbelief. Before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck.
His last memory was of his headless body falling to the ground.
I actually … lost?
Xu Que sheathed his long blade, spitting on it without even looking at the corpse.
"This fellow is an idiot, doesn't he know how to give way to a horse? He actually didn't dodge when he saw me coming? "
Behind him, the hundreds of thousands of Eastern Tang soldiers were dumbfounded.
Holy shit!
His Majesty the Emperor actually killed an enemy general with one strike?
Was this still the Emperor who did not even have the strength to truss a chicken?
What had happened to this world?
…
(End of this chapter)
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