Chang'an.

Wen Ziyou put a drink in the mansion and asked Fan Jiang to come over to the mansion. Fan Jiang was tall and rough, just like a fierce Zhang Fei, and was known as the tiger of Xiliang. After receiving the call from Wen Ziyou, he did not dare to neglect him. He ordered Deputy General Liang Rui to sit in the camp, beware of abnormal movements in the north gate, and order support at any time. He hurriedly rode a horse to the general's mansion of the military advisor. After entering the visit, he asked, "The military advisor is here during the summoning festival, but is there any emergency military service?"

Wen Ziyou is currently a military advisor and a second-rank official. In fact, he exercises the power of the prime minister and is deeply trusted by Yao Ji. He is very respectful of him, and Fan Jiang is no exception.

"The Lord went out of the city to attack the Chu army, and the outcome was unknown. I would like to ask the general, if the Lord won, everyone would naturally be happy, but if the Lord was unfortunately defeated, what should the general do?"

Fan Jiang was shocked. Is he worried? Is he worried? Or is the master uneasy or the military advisor uneasy? However, it can be understood that in times of crisis, people's hearts are unlucky, and people will inevitably hold on to the new master's ambition.

He left the seat angrily, knelt on his knees, and said with tears in his eyes: "I am too honored by the Lord. I know that I am not worthy of my position. I am afraid that I will lose my wiseness to know that I am aware of people. When the country is in trouble, I will only die to repay the emperor's kindness. How can I bear the favor of Yin Zhao and other pigs and dogs, and bear the Lord at the time of the battle and live a life of the Southern people?"

"Okay! The general is so magnificent, it's indeed my Great Cold Tiger!"

Wen Ziyou helped Fan Jiang up, poured him a glass of wine with his own hands, and said heartily: "I hope the general will drink this cup, and you and I will work together, regardless of life and death, and will be the Lord to guard Chang'an!"

"Thank you Military Advisor!"

Fan Jiang took the wine, drank it all, and looked at Wen Ziyou and laughed. For a moment, he was fierce and ambitious, and wished he could wear armor and get on the horse, cutting Xu You's head to praise his bravery.

Wen Ziyou's smile gradually faded. He turned around and walked to the door, looked at the clouds in the sky, and said, "The wind is blowing, General Fan, it's easy to walk on the road, so I'll let Wen not send it!"

"ah?"

Fan Jiang was not sure about this, and before he could ask, he suddenly felt cramped in his abdomen and was dizzy. He staggered into the chair, grabbed the armrest with his left hand, pointed at Wen Ziyou's back with his right hand, and spit out a large mouthful of blood. Then blood flowed out of his eyes and nose, and almost instantly he died.

Yuehen appeared from the secret room behind, walked to Fan Jiang's body, touched and breathed, and then clapped his hands. Four men in black lowered their heads and put them in bags, cleaned up the blood, and then quietly retreated.

"Langjun, what should we do now?" Yuehen put a blue straight-collared thin silk cloak on him, carefully tied the straps, and said gently.

Wen Ziyou put his hands in his sleeves, smiled gently and beautifully, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to kill someone!"

The atmosphere at Pingshuo Gate was quite tense. The Youdu Army was shaking flags and drums outside the city, dispatching troops and logging wood to build cars, clearly preparing for a strong attack. Yao Song was observing at the top of the city, but was alarmed by the chaotic footsteps of his personal guards. He turned his head and was about to scold him. He found that thick smoke was coming out of many places in the city, and the fire could be vaguely seen shining. He said in surprise: "Why are you going to the water?"

"No, it's not like walking on the water..." the captain of the guard stammered.

"Isn't it going to go?" Yao Song's mind was slow and he didn't react for a while.

"Mr. Yongchang is right, this is not a waterfall!" Juqu Wugu walked over with big strides, followed by more than a hundred elite soldiers in armor, and said, "It's someone who is plotting against you!"

"Planning for rebellion?" Yao Song was startled and said, "Who is so bold?"

Juqu Wugu's rough face, which was full of wrinkles, showed a gloomy sneer and said, "You have to ask Yongchang Gong..."

Yao Song was stunned for a moment and said strangely: "Ask me? How could I know?"

The captain of his personal guard noticed something was wrong, so he took a step forward, held the hilt of the knife in his hand, and scolded: "Zhangye Duke, what do you want to do?"

Puchi!

The tip of the knife directly cut the throat of the captain's personal soldiers, blood splattered all over the ground, dyeing the moss of the city bricks into a change of color. He covered his neck and died unwillingly. The other personal soldiers drew their swords one after another, preparing to rush over to fight desperately. Two long swords were placed on Yao Song's neck. The hairs behind Yao Song's scalp stood up in fear and hesitated: "Zhangye Gong, I have something to say, what are you doing... what are you doing?"

Juqu Wugu said lightly: "According to the dictatorship of the Lord, Yao Song colluded with Fan Jiang and wanted to offer the city to surrender to the enemy, so he ordered me to capture him and be imprisoned and handed over to the Youshi Office to discuss his crimes. Anyone who does not want to rebel will abandon his weapons and surrender, and will be forgiven!"

After hearing that after receiving the emperor's oral order, the cold soldiers on the city looked at each other, and Yao Song was forced by a knife and was afraid of being beaten to the mouse. Yao Song felt the coldness on his neck and was even more frightened, saying, "Okay, I'll go with you to meet the master and confront Fan Jiang. I'll tell if I'm planning a rebellion when I ask!"

He heard that he was only imprisoned, and he had no intention of resisting. As for whether Juqu Wugu was falsely circulating the imperial edict, it was not important at this time. What was important was that he could survive by following Juqu Wugu's wishes. Anyway, the world belongs to Yao Ji, not his. Lu Shuihu had 20,000 elite soldiers, and he only had eight thousand remaining soldiers. These eight thousand people were not his direct line. They were just temporarily assigned to him to command in order to defend the North Gate. If they could not beat him, they would be useless?

"Very good! Now order them all to put down their weapons and gather at the city!"

"Then, then the city?"

"Yongchang Public will not worry about defending the city, so I will leave it to my people!"

"Listen to you, listen to you! Put down all the weapons and put them down!"

There was no suspense in the process of seizing power. Yao Song was mediocre and was okay to fight a battle with the wind. He did not change quickly when encountering problems, nor did he have the courage. Therefore, Juqu Wugu eliminated the military power in three or five ways. The soldiers in his army were disarmed and looked after, and there was no threat.

Then Juqu Wugu opened the Pingshuo Gate and let the Youdu Army enter the city. He took 20,000 Lu Shuihu to the Central Army camp, where there were 5,000 Xiliang Malaysia left by Yao Ji to Fan Jiang and needed to be dealt with.

The Youdu Army rushed into the city and saw the eight thousand unarmed soldiers. It was like seeing a woman stripped naked. Even without listening to their pleas to surrender, Shanzong directly ordered all of them to kill them, cut off his head and piled up Jingguan at Pingshuo Gate. Then he led his troops straight to Ximen Xiaoyaoyuan.

Wen Ziyou came to the Central Army camp half an hour ago. He only brought Yuehen, summoned Deputy General Liang Rui and five lieutenants to gather in the hall of the hall to announce Fan Jiang's crime of rebellion.

Liang Rui said in shock: "This is impossible!"

"The Mingdie Department has found out that Fan Jiang and Yao Song are plotting to collude and are preparing to take advantage of the Lord's decisive battle with the Chu army outside the city, inciting the servants who built the Golden Bird Palace to set fire everywhere, and then sneak attack Juqu Wugu and Mipo Tu tribes in the chaos, and then open the city gate to welcome Xu You into the city."

The State of Chu has the Sili Prefecture, the State of Wei has the internal and external marquis officials, and the institution in charge of the Liang State of intelligence is called Mingdie Si. It has always been led by Wen Ziyou. Although it is not as powerful as the State of Sili Prefecture and the internal and external marquis officials, it is the responsibility to supervise all officials.

It seemed as if in order to verify Wen Ziyou's words, through the unclosed gate of the festival hall, you could see that the sky outside was filled with thick smoke. Liang Rui could not speak anymore, but he did not believe that Fan Jiang would be rebelling, and his hands tightened, and he resolutely said: "I want to see General Fan!"

"He was imprisoned in the Southern Prison. When the Lord wins victory and returns to the court, you can report to see you."

"No! I'm going to see you now!"

"General Liang," Wen Ziyou narrowed his eyes and said, "I will now appoint you to take over Fan Jiang's position and go to the city to quell the rebellion of those servants. I wonder if you are willing?"

"I, I..." Liang Rui gritted his teeth and said, "Military advisor, I don't want to! Unless I see General Fan, no one can mobilize the five thousand people in this camp."

"Okay! I've given you a chance!" Wen Ziyou's eyes flashed over Liang Rui, landed on the five lieutenants behind him, and said, "Whoever you five kills Liang Rui, who will be Fan Jiang's position!"

Liang Rui showed a disdainful look and said, "Military advisor, like me, they have been treated with the kindness of General Fan. They are brothers who have changed their lives. No one will listen to your instigation..."

Before he finished speaking, a steel knife came out of his heart. Liang Rui looked down in disbelief, turned his head with difficulty, looked at the captain who was attacking, and said, "Yi Fu, how dare you, how dare you..."

Yi Fuxing smiled and pulled out the steel knife, stabbed it hard again, attached it to Liang Rui's ear, and whispered: "You, a man, are you worthy of being brothers with my serious ginseng wolf and Qiang?"

He was a Qiang native, but he had no chance of gaining power, so he had to be under Han people like Fan Jiang and Liang Rui. He was flattering and flattering, and secretly hated him. This time he got the opportunity and vented his grievances over the years.

Liang Rui slapped on the ground. Yi Fuxing didn't stop, but waved his knife to chop his head, wrapped it in his clothes, and gave it to Wen Ziyou with a smile and said, "Military advisor, I'll kill this traitor!"

Wen Ziyou looked at Liang Rui with his eyes uneasy, reached out to smooth his open eyelids and said, "Look, they are different from you!"

This was a little sarcastic. B Fuxing's smile was slowing down on his face, and sweat oozed out of his back. Wen Ziyou smiled and said, "General B, I keep my word. You are the leader of the army now. Summon everyone to the schoolyard immediately. You are not allowed to wear armor and horses, nor to use knives and guns. Can you explain to the army the rebellion?

Although Wen Ziyou's request was a bit strange, it was supposed to be to save time. If everyone was wearing armor and holding sharp edges, they would not be able to gather in less than half an hour. They nodded quickly and said, "You can do it, you can do it!"

When the five thousand people in the school heard that Fan Jiang was planning a rebellion, Liang Rui was executed. Yi Fuxing took over the command. They were all at a loss, but they didn't know what to do. Wen Ziyou sat in the middle of the high platform. He represented the emperor. Everyone could trust him, but wasn't Fan Jiang also a general that the emperor relied on, so how could he rebel?

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the camp. All the troops including Yi Fuxing turned their heads and looked over at the same time. Wen Ziyou said lightly: "Don't panic, that's why Zhangye Gong is here. He brought the thief Yao Song and asked the thief to tell everyone how he accomplices with Fan Jiang and did this shameless act of betraying his master and seeking honor!"

Yi Fuxing looked closely and found that it was Zhangye Duke and Yao Song who were tied to the horse. He hurriedly ordered the entire army not to act rashly, and asked the scouts guarding the gate to open the gate and welcome Zhangye Duke into the camp.

Seeing that he arrived at the door, Juquwugu not only did not slow down the horse speed, but instead drew out the machete and rushed in. The five thousand Xiliang horses on the schoolyard were all the most powerful soldiers of the world. But without horses and armor, guns and bows, even if they had the courage, how could they make up for the situation when facing Lu Shuihu?

This is a ruthless massacre!

Yi Fuxing stood on the high platform, watching the galloping war horses trampling on the bodies of the robes, and the scimitar cut through the sky, almost illuminating blood and death at the same time. His legs trembled violently, and his pants became hot and he was sluggish, and he couldn't control himself.

Wen Ziyou sat quietly, with Yuehen behind him with expressionless faces. After a long time, when there was no Xiliang horse standing alive in the audience, Lu Shuihu held up his scimitar and let out a wolf-like roar. He stood up, silently held Yuehen's cold hand, and said, "The wind is blowing, let's go!"
Chapter completed!