Wang Zuo felt very uncomfortable.
After all, during the Khmer army's final struggle, Lin Hai gave him an order.
"Bring me Yang Yizhen and Wei Shuma alive."
Although the army had just entered the city and began to clear out the armed forces still resisting in the city, Wei Shuma's body was already placed in front of Wang Zuo.
There was no way, Wei Shuma's body was too easy to identify.
A flag with his name on it was planted next to his body. If this is a mistake, then it can only mean that Qinghe’s literacy education over the years has been ineffective.
The furious Wang Zuo rode his horse into the city and immediately met Jiang Ping who was about to leave the city to report the news.
"Don't talk about anything else. It's too late. Let's go catch Yang Yizhen first."
This was the first sentence Wang Zuo said when he saw Jiang Ping and the Qinghe Station staff behind him.
After saying that, Wang Zuo prepared to continue riding forward. After all, since Yang Yizhen was not on the city wall, he must be in the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, and he might still want to resist stubbornly.
The well-trained and very human-like warhorse knew that Wang Zuo was in a hurry. Before Wang Zuo's whip even landed on its butt, it had already rushed forward, ready to deliver the person on its back to the destination as quickly as possible.
This way you can get less whipping.
However, he didn't expect that after he took a few steps, the feeling from the reins made him stop in his tracks.
This person is really something. He stepped on the brakes just after starting. Doesn’t he know that this will hurt the horse?
"Why don't you leave?"
Wang Zuo said anxiously.
He was not afraid that Yang Yizhen would run away. In fact, if Yang Yizhen could still run away in such a siege environment, it would only prove that he had supernatural powers, and it would be easier for him to explain it himself at that time.
What he was afraid of was that Yang Yizhen would be captured by other officers or even die in the chaos of the army, which would be difficult to explain.
"Boss, Yang Yizhen...is dead."
Jiang Ping and the agents behind him looked at each other. Although they could see their boss's desire for Yang Yizhen, they could do nothing since the dead could not be resurrected.
"Dead? Who killed him?"
Wang Zuo was furious. Everyone knew that capturing Yang Yizhen was the job of his intelligence department, but he actually dared to rush to do it. It was obvious that he didn't want to give face to Minister Wang.
"He committed suicide in the Right Prime Minister's Mansion."
As soon as Jiang Ping finished speaking, Wang Zuo reined in his horse again. Since he was in the Right Prime Minister's Residence, it would be better to go and take a look first. At least it would give him time to quibble, oh no, to find an excuse, that's not right, it would give him time to find a reasonable explanation.
The warhorse under him felt Wang Zuo's anger and rushed forward again. However, before it had taken two steps, Wang Zuo pulled the reins again.
The warhorse pawed the ground with its hooves in frustration. People nowadays don't take good care of their vehicles. If this happens more often, something bad will definitely happen.
"Why don't you follow?"
Seeing that Wang Zuo's anger was about to reach its peak, Jiang Ping quickly said, "During the chaotic situation, some people took advantage of the situation to loot. The Right Prime Minister's residence was unguarded. We were worried about his body, so we cut off his head and brought it with us."
After saying that, he took a bundle from He Chang's hand, opened it, and saw that it was indeed Yang Yizhen, lifelike.
There's nothing we can do about it.
"All of you, follow me, we're going to find the principal."
Wang Zuo beat the horse again.
The warhorse had not taken a few steps before it braked suddenly again.
Wang Zuo stood there in a daze, wondering if there was something wrong with the horse, as it actually stopped by itself.
The warhorse didn't expect that no one would pull the reins this time, and his prediction was predicted by someone else.
Damn, at this juncture, even the horse is unreliable.
Wang Zuo jumped off his warhorse, thinking that since Lin Hai had already entered the city, it wouldn't be far away, so he just ran over. He ordered, "Jiang Ping, bring Yang Yizhen's head with you. The rest of you have worked hard recently. Kill this horse and eat the meat. This will be your reward first. I will reward you based on your merits when I return."
Everyone agreed and was very happy, except Ma.
"So this is Yang Yizhen?"
Lin Hai looked at the old man's head very seriously. To be honest, he couldn't see anything. Originally, Lin Hai wanted to take Yang Yizhen to be executed, but the man was dead, and there seemed to be no point in doing anything at this time, so he could only throw it aside.
Yang Yizhen's head was thrown onto a temporary pile of corpses on the side of the road, and then rolled down until it fell among the heads on the side of the pile of corpses and stopped.
As luck would have it, a team of Qinghe soldiers immediately dumped a large basket of heads into the pile of heads, so the head of the Khmer Right Prime Minister was mixed with those soldiers, civilians, and rioters who were suppressed for looting after the city was captured.
It was the first time they had such close contact, so much so that when they later wanted to get Yang Yizhen out and bury him on the spot, no matter how hard Jiang Ping and He Chang searched, they could not find him.
"Thank you brothers from the Khmer Station for your hard work. You have made great contributions to our quick victory over the Khmer Empire. You have also had a very difficult time during this period."
Lin Hai looked at Jiang Ping and said kindly, "Then I'll make it short so you can go back and rest as soon as possible. As for the credit, I'm sure Wang Zuo won't be greedy for your share. If you have any questions, you can come to me."
Lin Hai told a joke, hoping to show his approachable side in front of his subordinates.
It's a pity that his joke happened when he casually threw away Yang Yizhen's head. In addition, the reputation of Qinghe Bo has become more and more prominent in recent years. Not only did Jiang Ping not feel any warmth from his leader, but he was scared to death.
Only Wang Zuo was slightly better, and said with a wry smile, "No, that's definitely not the case."
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