Chapter 667
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He rode in the front. The hot wind in the desert blew against his face. The rope on his cloak gradually loosened and then fell into the yellow sand.
It revealed a shocking, bright-colored python robe.
The eunuch was followed by two thousand cavalrymen of the Sword Garret a full mile behind him. There was an iron law in the Liyang Dynasty that was clearly engraved on the Dragon Stele: No eunuch was allowed to leave the palace! After the Liyang Dynasty became peaceful, there were only a few exceptions in the past decade or so. The first time was when Princess Sui Zhu sneaked into Beimang. After the Head Eunuch of the Imperial Horse Directorate returned to the palace, he died not long after being entangled by his red threads. Another time was when he went to pick up the emperor's illegitimate son Zhao Kai. Even though it was the emperor's order, he still used half of his friendship. Mobilizing the two thousand cavalrymen behind him that were only loyal to the royal family was still a quiet move by the emperor on the chessboard of the world. He also used half of the remaining friendship between master and servant. But Han Shengxuan, the most powerful official whose real name was very unfamiliar in the court, didn't regret it, let alone think about the emperor's fickleness. The human cat Han Shengxuan was greedy for power. Otherwise, he would not have held power alone for so many years. However, he knew who he was greedy for. Back then, when the Emperor was still the weakest prince, he was willing to die for the Emperor. When the Emperor sat on the Dragon Throne and had children, Han Shengxuan chose to call him Great Master Zhao Kai from the very beginning. Han Shengxuan was the son of that gentle woman. Han Shengxuan had eaten a few meals personally cooked by her. He was not the least bit despised by her as a eunuch. The world bullied me, Han Shengxuan, once, I will bully you all my life. If she respected me, I'll respect her a thousand feet. She died early, so Han Shengxuan repaid her kindness to Zhao Kai. Han Shengxuan was never educated and didn't know many words. He also never cared about national laws or human relationships. The emperor and the prince Zhao Kai were the only rules. Han Diaosi only cared about these two family rules in his life.
Spurring his horse forward, Han Diaosi saw the dense cavalry formation in front of him. The old eunuch, who did not carry any weapons, raised his hands and twirled two strands of silver hair hanging down from his temples.
His hands were bound by three thousand red threads.
Once he killed all the rebels and traitors that the Beiliang had cultivated, he would be able to hand the job over to He Yan.
Han Diaosi could have easily killed the Head Eunuch of the Hall Directorate who went to the Sword Garret to stop him from mobilizing his troops. However, the cat man did not have any ill feelings towards the Empress, and he did not want to embarrass his young master in the future. Therefore, he had a falling out with her too early. Thus, he allowed Ruan Daicheng to go to the Sword Firmament Pavilion and look for the good-for-nothing Ruan Daicheng.
He charged towards the three thousand strong cavalry without slowing down, still in the mood to smile and say, "Black Monk, don't let our disciples die here. Otherwise, as the Great Teacher, this old servant will tear you apart even if it means risking my life. "
Wang Zhi, the cavalry general on the opposite side, did not relax even when facing Han Diaosi. Not only because he had guessed the identity of the old eunuch, but also because he knew what he was doing. Treason!
Wang Zhi lowered his head and touched the saber that he had kept for many years.
The three thousand cavalrymen behind him did not recognize Ruan Daicheng, the commander of the Sword Garret. They had been fighting for many years and had even forgotten about the son of the Zhao Family. His father was placed in the Sword Garret by Great General Xu as a garrison general. Before his death, he had gathered a thousand trusted subordinates, and in ten years, he had gained two thousand cavalrymen. Among them, three hundred were from Beiliang who had slowly infiltrated the Sword Garret. Most of them were fifteen or sixteen years old youths. Last year, eighty of them came in one go. In the quicksand of the Western Regions, eight hundred miles away from the Sword Gate Pass, Wang Zhi saw the Human Butcher for the first time. Wang Zhi knew that it would not be long before he could use his father's treasured saber, the Beiliang Saber.
Wang Zhi tilted his head and spat on the ground, silently pulling out the Beiliang Saber.
One thousand cavalrymen retreated abnormally, while two thousand began to charge.
This was an interception that risked countless lives to stop a Finger Profound level expert.
Wang Zhi still wanted to become a famous governor of the border, a great general who could intimidate the Great Desert. If he really died here, he would definitely regret it. But since he was reincarnated and had the same surname as his father who used to be a Beiliang soldier, he had no regrets!
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The plum wine was in his hand.
The man who did not drink took the water pouch from his waist and drank a mouthful.
Some people said that he was the best general who could turn something rotten into something magical since the emergence of large-scale cavalry battles. He was invincible in cavalry battles with more than a hundred thousand soldiers. Even the current Emperor praised him as the White-Clothed Warrior Immortal who could not be compared to all the other officials in the court.
In the army of the Liyang Dynasty, who was the best in martial arts? Originally, most people said that General Gu Jiantang was better. Since he fought two battles with Beimang Hong Jingyan and the Ancestor Bronze Man, he had become the new Immortal of Spears, vaguely surpassing Gu Jiantang who had extraordinary saber skills.
Chen Zhibao stopped his horse and turned around.
A small group of cavalrymen followed behind. The horses under them were exhausted after a long chase. They saw the leading woman with a sword on her back, covered in dried blood. Chen Zhibao's bitter smile flashed across his face.
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