The tent was wet and cold, and the cold wind rushed in, pounced on the old man's face. A few snowflakes hung on his hair and beards and gently stroked with the wind. Huang Chao looked at the curtain of the tent in his mind. The figure of the man appeared in his mind often smiled. Now, when he thinks back, what is contained in his eyes is extremely cold.

In the darkness, the old man heard footsteps and opened the curtain. What came in was Huang Ye, one of his sons and nephews, and the other sons and nephews, and generals, who were no longer by his side. In the battle of Chenzhou, he fled in a panic. The situation there and the whereabouts of the generals were long unknown. At present, he did not even dare to ignite a bonfire, for fear that the scouts who were chasing the governors of various towns would find out.

"Ye'er, is there something outside?" Huang Chao spoke in a low voice. The man who came in shook his head. His blood was emitting a scent of rust in the cold weather. He stood at the tent and stuttered, and said, "Your Majesty, what should we plan next? I really can't understand. A few months ago, my grand ranks united to accommodate refugees and streamline the army. Now... it has become like this. Please ask Your Majesty to solve your doubts."

"What's there to say? I'm plotting...it's so simple." Under the bedding, the old man hugged the quilt and exhaled a breath of breath. Thinking of Geng Qing's series of actions, there were many things that he didn't think thoroughly at this moment: "I, there are places I haven't thought thoroughly. Let's go down first. Leave tomorrow morning and wait for the defeated troops to gather up, and then go for a plan later. Don't worry, how could I be defeated like this and be in a slump?"

The old man waved his hand with a smile. He could not look discouraged no matter what, otherwise the soldiers and generals below would be difficult to lead.

"yes."

Huang Ye turned around and left, walked out of the curtain, and a slender figure showed his outline in the darkness. When the other party walked away, he ran away to the guards' curtains and reached out to grab the guards' neck.

Click!

The sound of the bones breaking came into the tent crisply. The old man who was closing his eyes to rest suddenly opened his eyes. The curtain opposite suddenly opened, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes pounced on his face. After a moment, the curtain was hanging down, the wind and snow broke, and in the darkness in the tent, there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, like a human body.

"Your Majesty is sleeping, why is there no one serving you?"

A nightmare sounded in the old man's ears, and the unbearable memory tide surged back. Huang Chao widened his eyes in horror. A few steps away from the curtain, a slender figure stood there, staring at him, his eyes as if he was like a wolf, and it was particularly bright in the darkness.

"You are the eunuch under Geng Qing's command--"

The old man stood up and shouted in disguise, saying that he had been in contact with the eunuch for the longest time and his memory was particularly clear. Even if he couldn't see his face, he remembered the sound no matter where he got out of trouble that day, and then Shang Rang led his troops to search for him for a few times, but he had never found him. Where did he know that this man was actually hiding here.

......wrong.

Huang Chao thought of something and calmed his eyes: "You have always been in our army. In fact, Geng Qing has planned to have this defeat?"

"Your Majesty is thinking too much."

The dark outline moved, as if he was slowly walking over, and took something out of his sleeve and held it in his hand.

"......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The cold tone made the old man's eyelids twitch, and his originally restless heart suddenly pulled up and he took two steps back.

"I am the emperor of Qi. Even if I am defeated and captured, I will be killed or cut, and the Emperor of Li will personally ask you about it. How can you do it?"

‘Shh!’

Jiuyu raised his index finger and placed it between his lips, held the dagger in one hand, and walked over with a smile.

"We can discuss whoever we kill, but you...no. Aye is still in the underworld, waiting for you to go down."

.........

Outside the tent, the wind and snow were everywhere. Huang Ye, who walked among the crowd, looked at the trembling soldiers on the ground clenched his fists. Now that he has reached this point, can he still return to the momentum of the rebel army looking down on the world?

I guess not.

He sighed, and had some thoughts in his heart. He finally wanted to tell His Majesty what he wanted to say to him. He stopped and walked back to the tent, but there was a vague sound of speaking.

.........

"What are you going to do..." "Don't come over!"

"What's in your hand? It's so cold!"

The coldness that touched the neck was bone-broken. Huang Chao kept trying to struggle and escape, and threw it away. He threw it on the other party's body. He was still pulled back with his back against the other party's chest. The cold dagger pressed on the neck. The old man quickly stammered his lips and spoke, feeling panicked for a moment, not knowing what to say, but the sound was "Ahhh..." yelling in a row.

"Calm the sound!"

The cold voice sounded smoothly, Jiuyu held the dagger tightly, pressed the old man's neck and pulled it out suddenly. In the darkness, liquid was sprayed out. The old man opened his eyes wide, his arms twitched, and instinctively covered his neck. However, the dagger cut deep into the neck, and the flowing plasma cut off the neck bones.

"Your Majesty...what is this?!"

The curtain opposite was lifted, and Huang Ye, who shouted, stepped in. He was swept warm liquid on his face, smearing his palm, and a stream of blood rushed into his nostrils.

"Your Majesty..." Realizing that it was not good, Huang Ye pulled out the steel knife from his waist and looked at the outline of the darkness opposite, and rushed over with the passionate arousal of unprecedented ferocity. He rushed over with the knife!

After a few sounds of movement, the soldiers gathered together in the quiet snow forest to keep warm and raised their heads weakly, and then hung back to close their eyes and rested.

The curtain was lifted, and Jiuyu walked out with two heads and walked out of the forest quickly. He looked around and quickly came out of the forest. In the snow in the fields, he stepped on the squeaking sound, and with the heavy snow, he left a long series of footprints extending towards Chang'an.

The snowy wind was long, and as the night passed, it covered people's walking footprints. The next morning, the temperatureless sunlight rose to the clouds. The soldiers who had not yet frozen had opened their tents. The two headless corpses were lying in the tent and were already stiff. Soon, the news reached the team, and only hundreds of people remained strangely silent.

It was a kind of despair.

Someone stood up, threw down his weapons and walked out of the woods; some whispered to each other and looked at the tent again.

Some people also brought up their teams, called their friends, took weapons to find other generals, and prepared to bring the news here, but no matter what, it was hopeless.

On the eighth day of the 12th month, Huang Chao and his son and nephew Huang Ye were stabbed to death, and their heads disappeared. This shocking news spread. On the same day, Shang Rang's troops who were rushing to Bianzhou encountered a blizzard, and more than half of the soldiers were starved to death. He had to lead the people to surrender to Shi Pu, the governor of the Jiefang Army, and Li Xu, the deputy general who cut off the rear, surrendered to Zhu Wen who was pursuing.

On December 11, Meng Juehai, who was running to Bianzhou in heavy snow, was chased by Li Keyong's adopted son Li Cunxiao, and fought in Xiaqiu area. In the chaos, Meng Juehai was killed by a spear, and the rest of the thieves scattered.

Huang Chao died, and the generals under his command surrendered, and the remaining people were just dogs that were lost, which had nothing to do with the overall situation. The news was spread in a different way by the governors of each town. At the same time, they also wrote war reports and sent them to Shu in a fast way.

.........

The roads in the middle of Sichuan are difficult to walk. On the rugged mountain roads, a long line spreads across the boardwalk, and the snow in the sun reflects a white light that stuns the eyes.

It was January, Li Yan, who was sitting in the carriage baking a small stove to keep warm, looked at the battle reports handed in his hand, and had not stopped for two hours.

The resentment and lost majesty of the past two years finally came back at this moment. The only drawback is that the thief's head did not remain.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, the thieves are defeated by me!"

There was a little pride in his words, and looking at the snow covered with mountains outside the car window, it became a bit pleasing to the eye.

.........

By January, the rebel army, which had been in the north and south, and established its capital in Chang'an, suddenly collapsed. Emperor Huang Chao was defeated and died. The news had already spread throughout the world. The Green Forest Warriors who once made him proud were indignant, melancholy, and applauded, but without exception, after Huang Chao's death, his arrogance was much more restrained on weekdays.

Somewhere in Chenzhou, Huang Hao, who was still alive, gathered a group of thieves and bowed to the direction where Huang Chao died. He quietly left in the cold winter. He believed that he would call him back soon.

The rebels of VIA for many years finally collapsed. For many people, it was like a dream, making people feel unreal. The woman who once followed the emperor with her master was sitting in a tea shop in Luzhou. When she heard the news brought back by her eighth uncle, she held the chopsticks in her hand and stopped on the dish.

"The Huang King is dead..."

Tang Baoer had a shock in his eyes. He slowly looked at Chen Shuba who nodded, and his chopsticks fell on the table with a slight sound. She vaguely understood in her heart that Huang Wang's death was inseparable from that person, but she didn't expect that a person who could not even kill a chicken would defeat the rebel army that was dominating the world.

Back then, she and her eighth uncle came out of Chang'an, traveled through the world and improved their martial arts skills, and made many good players in the world. Later, I heard that the man had already reached the position of left prime minister of Qi.

I thought it was the end, but I didn't know that the other party's vision had already been placed on the whole world, but she was still making small fuss in the world.

Perhaps, it wasn't him who killed him... it must be... it's not... how could a sick man without any power? No matter how smart he is, the rebels are still a fierce battle, how could they give him a chance?

......I must have thought too much, yes, I must have thought too much.

She looked at the noisy street outside and thought silently that there were three mountains and five mountains traveling around her, and there were also people in the martial arts world drinking and joking, mostly about the defeat of the rebel army.

...........

Huazhou.

A man wearing a straw raincoat and holding a long spear towards the sky, and wearing a straw hat huddled under a tree outside a resting shop by the official road, covered in snow.

The news of Huang Chao's death came from the mouth of the business and hotel in the store. The man covered in snow stood up and stood outside the store like an iron tower. His teeth were shaking. King Deng lowered his head and lifted the person up recently. He confirmed the news. With a roar of "Ah--", he rushed outside and punched the tree.

The thick tree body shook, and snow fell over his head and shoulders. For a while, he stood there blankly, looking at the broken tree stud, his lips trembled slightly, and his ugly voice struggled to squeeze out his throat.

"Huang Wang..."

He and the old man had the same siblings. He was let go by Li Cunxiao that day and felt embarrassed to go back. However, there was no chance now.

The news is still being passed. In Chang'an, all streets and alleys have already become boiling. The people who have been harmed have knelt in front of the spiritual throne of their relatives and burned yellow paper, bursting out loudly. More people beat gongs and drums, slamming firecrackers to pull relatives and friends to drink, and shouting about the news of the death of the yellow thief.

Yong'anfang.

The tall and mighty Dou Wei ran across the street excitedly with the news, pulled Dachun and pushed open the door and rushed into the yard, telling the young man reading a book under the tree of the good news he had just received.

Geng Qing, who was covered with snow, was covered with thick body, and after hearing this, he sat on the stone bench and smiled. He raised his eyes to signal under the eaves of the attic, a slender figure, raised his orchid and pointed at drinking hot soup. On the small table next to him, two square wooden boxes were placed.
Chapter completed!