"The imposing and majestic Commander-in-Chief Zhang of the Imperial Court."
"It's been years since we last met. Are you two surprised to see me?"
General Wei stared at Zhou Cheng, his face ashen, and knelt down on the ground.
Before Commander Zhang could even speak, Zhou Cheng kicked him to the ground.
His chest was being brutally crushed by a foot.
The owner of this foot is Zhou Cheng.
Zhou Cheng glanced at Commander Zhang with a smug smile. His sarcastic and contemptuous gaze made Commander Zhang tremble. He rested his elbows on his knees, his voice arrogant and frivolous:
"When you sided with Emperor Yan and betrayed my father, did you ever imagine this day would come?"
"Zhou Cheng!!" Commander Zhang glared at Zhou Cheng with a humiliated expression and cursed, "Release me! What do you have to be so proud of? If it weren't for these weapons, how could you possibly defeat the imperial court?"
"Your Zhou family has betrayed the Yan Kingdom and His Majesty; you will all die a horrible death!"
"When the ruler commands a subject to die, the subject must die. How dare you betray your country? How can you face the glorious ancestors of the Zhou family? How can you face those brave warriors who sacrificed their lives? What about the benevolence and loyalty of your Zhou family!"
"A hundred years from now, when you're in hell and meet your ancestors who fought for the country in the afterlife, how will you have the face to do so!"
Listen to it.
Listen to these righteous and awe-inspiring words.
Zhou Cheng laughed loudly, gripped his gun, and raised his hand to smash it down on Commander Zhang's head.
With a soft popping sound.
Commander Zhang's head was smashed open, leaving a bloody hole.
Zhou Cheng laughed arrogantly, "If the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die? Hahaha, well said! But Commander Zhang, from the moment I possessed this weapon, I was the ruler!"
"My Zhou family's ancestors were all members of the royal family. What is there to talk about in terms of face? This is face!"
"In this world, who dares to kill me!"
That's all for now.
Zhou Cheng grabbed Commander Zhang by the neck with one hand and lifted him up abruptly. Then, facing the panicked and fleeing imperial soldiers, he coldly said, "Your commander is in my hands, so what are you running for?"
"I'm not a patient person, so come over here and surrender!"
"Be good, and I'll save some bullets."
"If you don't obey, you'll lose your life here!"
Zhou Cheng's voice wasn't loud, nor was it particularly cold, but all the soldiers who heard it involuntarily stood still.
They wanted to escape.
But they saw the corpses of their companions lying all around them.
I saw Zhou Cheng's calm yet intensely oppressive eyes.
Seeing Commander Zhang's ashen face,
At that moment, their courage vanished instantly. The imperial soldiers who had been thinking of resisting, escaping, or hiding all stopped in their tracks and, under the pressure of the killing weapons, prostrated themselves on the ground.
Zhou Cheng stood at the center of the army, holding Commander Zhang by the neck and stepping on General Wei's head. He raised his head slightly, and the sunlight shone on his profile, as if it were coated with a layer of light.
Centered on him, all around were white bones, the kneeling, submissive imperial soldiers.
He stood alone, dazzlingly bright.
It was as if the whole world was gloomy, and all you could see was his figure.
"Master, I suddenly understand why you insist on having Young Master Zhou..."
Watching this scene from a distance, Ziyan felt as if something had struck her heart, and her gaze involuntarily revealed a hint of admiration: "He is indeed quite different."
"He's different from everyone else."
Cheng Xianyi's eyebrows curved slightly, her tone carrying a hint of pride in sharing in the glory: "That's only natural."
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