Yang Zhe came here cursing all the way.
"Damn Dugu Qiu, you took my money and didn't do anything about it? Why is the Jiang family's kid still in the capital right now? Or did he never leave the city in the first place?
You bunch of losers can't even keep an eye on one person properly."
Yang Zhe was followed by a dozen guards and walked towards the restaurant angrily.
Arriving at the restaurant, Yang Zhe took the lead and walked up the stairs to the second floor. He didn't even notice that there was a customer downstairs. This guy must be more careless than Jiang Hai and his wife.
With a "bang", the door was kicked open and Yang Zhe looked into the private room.
Not seeing Jiang Hai, he was a little confused as to why there was only a burly man sitting at the table.
"Where's Jiang Hai? Come out."
"Oh, you are so brave, Prince. Come in and have a seat."
Qin Bai greeted him calmly.
It was then that Yang Zhe felt something was wrong and hesitated to go in. But thinking that he had more than ten guards with him, he was afraid of a mere commoner.
On the second floor, the New City soldiers disguised as customers outside stood up and walked towards the stairs, as if they were leaving the restaurant. Yang Zhe's guards didn't expect these people to dare to do anything, so they didn't take much precautions.
When the Xincheng soldiers passed by Yang Zhe's guards, each of them drew out a dagger and quickly put it to the opponent's neck.
These guards were subdued in an instant and all the knives were taken away from their hands.
At this time, Yang Zhe had already stepped into the room, not knowing that the people behind him were almost killed.
"Are you Jiang Hai's man? Where is Jiang Hai?"
"My young master is on his way back to southern Xinjiang. He asked me to come here simply to break your legs." Qin Bai played with the wine glass and didn't even look at Yang Zhe.
"Arrogant, you're the only one, haha." Yang Zhe laughed and shouted, "Come here, take him down for me."
Then, there was silence. No one allowed him in.
Sensing something was wrong, Yang Zhe turned around, but didn't see even a shadow, let alone a person.
At this time, a Xincheng soldier brought the confiscated knives into the room and placed them on the table in front of Qin Bai. He reported,
"Boss, they're all tied up. The weapons are here."
Qin Bai stood up and said, "Okay, go guard the door."
The soldier responded and stood at the door.
Seeing this, Yang Zhe swallowed his saliva.
"You, you, what do you want to do?"
Qin Bai drew out the sword from his waist, waved it towards Yang Zhe, and picked up the knife on the table with his other hand.
With a "clang", Qin Bai began to show off his skills and cut off the confiscated knives with one knife.
The noise frightened Yang Zhe so much that his legs started shaking. He wanted to escape, but there were still people guarding the door. At this moment, Yang Zhe's eyes were full of despair.
"What should I do?" Qin Bai picked up another knife.
"Clang" another sound and it was cut off.
Yang Zhe's face turned pale.
"I told you, I'm here to break your legs." Qin Bai picked up another knife and chopped it off.
"Our young master said," Qin Bai continued to break the knife, "Don't bother him all the time..."
Every time Qin Bai spoke, he would chop off a knife. Every time he chopped off a knife, the sound made Yang Zhe tremble with fear.
"Two thousand five hundred taels for our young master's head."
"Who are you humiliating?"
"The young master asked me to bring you a message."
"You idiot."
"I'll also give you 12,000 taels for medical expenses."
"Just break one of your legs."
"That's enough to give you face."
In order to match his skill of breaking the knife, Qin Bai took great pains to break the words into many sentences.
Yang Zhe was so frightened that he could not stand steadily and sat on the ground trembling.
Qin Bai had chopped off all the knives with his sword, leaving behind a pile of broken knives.
Walking closer and squatting, staring at Yang Zhe, Qin Bai said,
"Which leg do you want to choose, the two longer ones or the shorter one in the middle?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Zhe's face turned pale, and he quickly covered his crotch with his hands. Hey, why is it a little wet? He didn't even realize he'd peed himself out of fear. It seemed he was a little weak from overexertion in some way, which was normal.
Qin Bai saw that he was reluctant to give up his short legs, so he didn't make things difficult for him. He sheathed the knife, stood up and stepped down.
"Crack." The sound of a broken leg was heard. Yang Zhe bent over like a shrimp in pain and burst into tears.
Qin Bai threw a handful of banknotes at Yang Zhe's face and scratched his ears.
"Damn, that's so noisy."
He reached out and grabbed the front of Yang Zhe's shirt, lifted him up and knocked his forehead against his.
With a "bang", Yang Zhe lost consciousness instantly.
Qin Bai left Yang Zhe, twisted his neck, and walked out of the room.
"Let's go, it's all done. Let's go back to the wedding."
The accompanying soldier said yes, threw Yang Zhe's guards into the room one by one, and closed the door.
The group left the restaurant and rode away, heading towards the south city gate. They still had to hurry back to reunite with the main group and return to southern Xinjiang together.
…
Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
In the capital, food, fodder and military equipment are ready, and the expedition is imminent.
On this day, the army gathered outside the east gate of the capital.
On the stage, Yuchi Zhong was dressed in military uniform, with bright silver armor and a red cloak, holding a spear, looking at the soldiers below the stage. The sixth prince Yang Hongjin was wearing the same armor and standing with him.
The old emperor also came to the generals' platform today, raised his wine glass and bid farewell to his soldiers.
"Kill Hu Can and protect my great glory!"
The tens of thousands of soldiers below the stage, their blood boiling, their faces flushed, raised their swords and guns, and shouted,
"Kill Hu Can and protect my great glory!"
The old emperor continued, "Farewell, soldiers! I await your triumphant return. Cheers..."
The old emperor downed the liquor in one gulp and smashed the bowl. The soldiers also drank the wine in their bowls, and the sound of smashing bowls echoed throughout the formation.
"Sacrifice the flag!" Yuchi Zhong raised his spear and shouted loudly.
The soldiers in the front row, responsible for the flag offering, rode out and, facing the cattle and sheep tied up in front of the stage, raised their swords and slashed them. The blades swept across, and blood splattered five steps away. In an instant, the stage was covered with hot blood.
"Roar, roar, roar..." All the soldiers in the audience raised their weapons high and shouted loudly.
"Soldiers, march out..."
Yuchi Zhong pointed his spear to the northeast, the war drums sounded, and the army set out.
The battle flags fluttered in the wind, and the army marched one after another, moving like a long snake.
Outside the arena, the people who came to see them off clasped their hands together and prayed for the soldiers' safe return. Most of these people were family members of the soldiers, and their eyes were red as they begged for blessings from various gods.
Su Hui also came with her children to see him off outside the city today. She appeared strong on the outside, but in reality, she was feeling very upset. She had just seen her daughter off to get married, and not long after, she was sending her husband off to a distant expedition.
Yuchi Shuang shouted to his father on the stage, "Dad, please come back victorious."
Her younger brothers and sisters beside her also shouted along with her.
Yuchi Zhong heard the voice, turned around and looked over here, nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked down from the platform, mounted his warhorse, and joined the advancing army.
Not until the long procession went away and disappeared from sight did the women, children, old and young who were seeing them off outside the city gate slowly disperse.
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