Yang Fan and Ge Fushun were sitting under the tent. Just one more watch and they would raise their sharp knives and charge into the tent to take the general's head. If they succeed, they would be bestowed the title of Marquis and Prime Minister. If they fail, their families would be destroyed. At this time, it was clear that they were not in the mood to talk about romance.
However, if they did not talk about this, the two men sitting opposite each other became a very boring thing, especially at this time of extreme psychological torture. Yang Fan saw that Ge Fushun was fidgeting restlessly, his huge buttocks twisting and turning, causing the stool under his buttocks to creak. He could not help but ask with a smile, "Somewhat nervous?"
Ge Fushun's rough face showed a trace of embarrassment. He spat on the ground to hide his embarrassment and said with an embarrassed smile, "I have been in the army for more than 20 years. From a soldier to today, I have fought hundreds of battles on the battlefield. I have taken at least a hundred lives. I did not expect that I would be so nervous today. I really have no prospects."
Yang Fan said with a smile, "General Ge is certainly not afraid of death. However, if this matter fails, not only will you lose your own life, you will also implicate your family. This is very different from dying on the battlefield. It is normal for you to be a little uneasy."
Ge Fushun saw that Yang Fan was calm and composed. He could not help but praise, "Great General is indeed Great General. Although in terms of age, Great General is younger than me, but Great General's ability to be calm and composed is something that I cannot compare to."
Yang Fan smiled faintly and thought, "If I had not made arrangements for my family, I am afraid I would be sitting on pins and needles like you."
He sighed and subconsciously looked in the direction of the palace. There was a part of his concern there. After today's matter, he had fulfilled his wish for the country. After making arrangements for the future of his comrades, he could go far away from Jianghu hand in hand with her.
After a moment of silence, the two of them closed their eyes and rested. On the second watch, the sound of the clapper had just sounded. Ge Fushun's body shook and he suddenly opened his eyes. He saw Yang Fan sitting cross-legged on the ground with his hands gently placed beside his legs. His breathing was deep and he was motionless. Ge Fushun felt ashamed and closed his eyes again.
At a quarter to the second watch, Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, and Ge Fushun opened his eyes almost at the same time. Their eyes met, and both of them stood up.
Ge Fushun said solemnly, "The time has come! Great General, let's move! "
Yang Fan said, "How do you plan to begin?"
Ge Fushun replied, "Naturally, we will lead our personal guards and charge into the main camp with Chen Xuanli, Xiong Mingshun, and Li Xianfu!"
Yang Fan said, "This plan isn't feasible. Once we make a move, we'll alarm the entire army. The Flying Cavalry Battalion will have to fight to the death first. Once the news is leaked, the palace will know about it and make preparations in advance. Our chances of success will be slim."
Ge Fushun was stunned. "Then what does the Great General mean?"
Yang Fan said, "I've thought about it just now. Given your status and the Flying Cavalry Battalion's usual situation, as long as we can enter the main camp, taking the heads of Wei Bo and the other two will be as easy as taking something out of our pockets. Why do we need to go to war?"
Yang Fan hung his saber at his waist and said in a carefree manner, "Let's go!"
…
Ge Fushun hurriedly made some adjustments and instructed someone to inform Chen Xuanli and the rest of the changes in the plan. Then, he gave Yang Fan a set of imperial bodyguard's clothes and boldly rushed to the main camp.
"Halt! Who's there? "
When the soldiers guarding the main gate saw people coming from afar, they immediately raised their spears and shouted. When they saw Ge Fushun walking over under the moonlight with an imperial bodyguard, they hurriedly greeted, "Commander Ge, it's already so late. Why aren't you sleeping?"
Ge Fushun coughed and said, "I have something to report to General Wei Bo."
A platoon commander was surprised and said, "At this time? I'm afraid General Wei is already asleep. Does Commander Ge have something urgent to report? "
Ge Fushun's face darkened and he reprimanded, "Do I need to report anything to you?"
The platoon commander didn't dare to contradict him and awkwardly retreated to the side. Ge Fushun snorted coldly and walked past with his head held high. Yang Fan followed suit. The platoon commander gloomily said to himself, "I'm just afraid you'll go at the wrong time and be taught a lesson by General Wei. Seriously … why do you have such a bad temper?"
The residences in the main camp were also arranged in rows. However, Wei Bo and the other important generals' residences were located in the officers' quarters. The high-ranking generals all had their own residences with front and back courtyards.
This was the Imperial Army's main camp, so there was naturally no need for security inside. As a result, the two of them didn't see a single soldier along the way. When Ge Fushun arrived at Wei Bo's residence, he originally wanted to climb over the wall and enter. Unexpectedly, when he pushed the courtyard door, it unexpectedly opened.
Yang Fan looked left and right and said to Ge Fushun in a low voice, "Go in!"
The two of them entered the courtyard in a flash, leaving the courtyard door ajar. When they reached the front door and pushed it, the door was unexpectedly not bolted. With a soft creak, the door was gently pushed open and a loud snore was immediately heard. Yang Fan said to Ge Fushun in a low voice, "I'll keep watch!"
Ge Fushun nodded and slowly unsheathed his saber, quietly sneaking into the room. The layout of the buildings in the army camp was all the same. As if entering his own room, Ge Fushun flashed into Wei Bo's bedroom with familiarity. He saw the flickering candlelight, not a single lamp was extinguished. The light shone on the bed. Wei Bo was only wearing a pair of snub-nosed trousers, his upper body bare as he slept soundly, snoring loudly.
Seeing this, Ge Fushun couldn't help but feel his blood boil. "The credit of killing Wei Bo is mine!"
He was a general and his actions were straightforward. At this time, he wouldn't think too much about it and immediately raised the sharp blade.
It was as if people really did have a sixth sense. Wei Bo was sleeping soundly when suddenly he seemed to sense some kind of unknown danger. His snoring stopped and he opened his eyes, but it was already too late.
Wei Bo only saw a tall figure standing in front of the bed, blocking the light from the table. This person's arms were raised high in the air and a cold light was chopping down from above.
Wei Bo's startled cry had just rushed up his throat, but before it could explode out of his mouth, he was chopped into two halves by the sharp blade.
Hearing the sudden stop of snoring, Yang Fan knew that Ge Fushun had succeeded. A moment later, Ge Fushun came out of the room. Patting his waist, he said excitedly, "It's done! It's a piece of cake!" He saw a handkerchief tied around his waist, wrapped around a round object; presumably it was Wei Bo's head.
Yang Fan whispered, "Where is Wei Bo's residence?"
Ge Fushun replied in a low voice, "The residences of the generals are all next to each other. The one next to them is Wei Bo's residence."
Yang Fan made a hand signal to him and the two of them quietly left Wei Bo's small courtyard.
Wei Bo's courtyard door was bolted. This kind of low courtyard wall naturally couldn't stop someone like Yang Fan who could come and go as high as he wanted. However, after pushing the courtyard door, he found that he didn't need to climb over the wall. The courtyard door was not closed well. When he pushed it, there was a gap the width of a finger and he could remove the bolts with a knife.
It was the same arrangement. Yang Fan would stand guard while Ge Fushun would kill. This time, the room was not lit. Ge Fushun sneaked into the inner room and heard light snoring coming from the bed. Trying to figure out the general position, he chopped down with his knife.
"Pu!"
Following the sound of a sharp weapon entering the body, there was a cry of pain. Someone cursed vaguely, "What's going on? It hurts!"
Ge Fushun was greatly alarmed. He thought that he had missed and was afraid that Wei Bo would cry out. He immediately pounced forward, the knife in his hand chopping down viciously.
"Ugh!"
With a muffled grunt, the cursing turned into a soft groan. Ge Fushun pulled out his knife and stabbed again. After stabbing six or seven times in succession, he finally stopped with a head full of cold sweat. He panted heavily in the dark for a long time before he finally found a table and used a match to light a lamp. He moved the bed to take a look and couldn't help but spit, "Bad luck!"
No wonder he had missed. There was more than one person on the bed. Lying on the outer side was a young man with delicate features. He was completely naked, had fair skin, a slender waist and narrow buttocks. His head had already been separated from his body. Because the knife had been too fast, this person's expression was very serene and he was still in a sleeping posture. However, when contrasted with the pool of blood on the bed, it looked somewhat frightening and strange.
On the inner side of the bed was Wei Zhuo. Wei Zhuo was also completely naked. Ge Fushun's knife had pierced through the young man's body and pierced through his chest. The previous few stabs had also pierced through the young man's body and pierced into his body. His chest and abdomen were a bloody mess.
Wei Zhuo's eyes were wide open in anger and his face was filled with horror. He was already dead. There was a knife wound on his cheek. The wound was not deep but it was dripping with blood. It was likely that Ge Fushun's knife had also cut his cheek when he chopped off Qing's head.
In the army, there were soldiers with delicate features and delicate features. Often, they would be played by veterans or their superiors. Ge Fushun had been in the army for a long time and was no stranger to this kind of thing. He just didn't expect Wei Zhuo to have this kind of hobby.
Even though he had killed Wei Zhuo, Ge Fushun was already drenched in cold sweat. He hurriedly pulled out his sharp knife and chopped off Wei Zhuo's head. He wiped the blood on the bed and wrapped it in the sweat towel around his waist before leaving in a hurry.
Seeing him come out, Yang Fan couldn't help but frown, "What took you so long?"
Ge Fushun smiled bitterly, "There was an accident. Grand General, don't worry, it has already been resolved."
Hearing this, Yang Fan didn't ask any more questions. Following Wei Zhuo's lead, the two of them once again rushed towards Gao Chong's residence.
Gao Chong was Empress Wei's nephew. This person had always been addicted to alcohol. Today, he was completely drunk. Not to mention that Ge Fushun was extremely careful when he sneaked in, even if he boldly barged in, lit the lamp, and helped Gao Chong position himself in the most suitable position to receive a knife, Gao Chong still wouldn't wake up.
Ge Fushun very smoothly chopped off Gao Chong's head. Wrapping the three heads together in a sweat towel, he slung it over his shoulder and slipped into the courtyard like a melon thief. Seeing that he had succeeded again, Yang Fan was also delighted, "Come, let's go to the commander's tent and beat the drums to gather the generals!"
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After obtaining the heads of Wei Bo and the other two, Ge Fushun no longer had a higher position than him in the Flying Mount Battalion. Instantly, his courage grew and he and Yang Fan headed straight for the commander's tent.
The commander's tent naturally had soldiers on duty. At this moment, Ge Fushun had revealed his true intentions and naturally did not hold back. He was a Flying Mount Lang General and if he insisted on barging into the commander's tent, those soldiers didn't dare to use force and could only helplessly let him pass.
But these soldiers also didn't dare to take responsibility and could only send someone to inform Wei Bo. How could they know that Wei Bo's head was currently in Ge Fushun's hands?
Ge Fushun barged into the commander's tent. Under the illumination of the torches, he took a look at the painting of a fierce tiger descending the mountain behind the commander's desk. He threw the cloth wrapping the three heads under the commander's desk with a 'thud'. He shouted to the soldiers on duty who had followed him into the commander's tent, "Go, beat the drums to gather the generals!"
The soldiers in the middle army were directly under Wei Bo. Wei Bo had always been strict in managing the army and frequently used torture. Who would dare to carelessly listen to other people's orders? A platoon commander braced himself and said to Ge Fushun, "General Ge, this lowly officer … this lowly officer doesn't dare to obey."
Ge Fushun snorted and said, "I know you don't dare, so I won't make things difficult for you. I'll do it myself!"
Ge Fushun rushed to the tent and took down a pair of drumsticks from the drum stand. With a 'dong' sound, he struck the drum, which was as tall as a man.
"Bam, bam, bam …" Ge Fushun finished beating the drums. He paused for a moment, then suddenly changed the rhythm and started beating the charging drum. Those commanders who heard the sound and rushed over looked at each other in dismay, they didn't understand what kind of madness General Ge was going through.
The drums had to be beaten three times in a row. After three rounds, those who did not arrive within the time limit would be beheaded! But there had never been anyone who beat the drums one time and then beat the charging drum right after. The rhythm of the two was different, those who had been in the army for a long time could tell the difference.
Someone thought to himself, "I heard General Ge hasn't been very successful lately. General Wei Bo is going to transfer him out of the imperial army very soon. Could it be that he is too depressed and has lost his mind?"
A brigade commander belonging to the middle army heard the drums and hurriedly got up and rushed to the commander's tent. He saw a group of guards on night patrol standing there in a daze. A burly man was beating the war drum with all his might. By now, the drum had turned into the charging drum.
The brigade commander looked at the man beating the drum and recognized it was Ge Fushun. Not only was he his old superior, they were on very good terms, like brothers. Usually, they didn't pay much attention to seniority. He couldn't help laughing in surprise and said, "Old Ge, what kind of madness are you going through?"
Ge Fushun ignored him and continued to beat the drum with all his might. The sound of the drum rumbled throughout the camp. Chen Xuanli, Xiong Mingwei, Li Xianfu and the others had already received his message. As soon as they heard the chaotic sound of the drum, they knew that Ge Fushun had succeeded. Excited, they immediately led their personal guards and rushed over.
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