Chapter 749 Zhao Yun Enters the Kushan Empire

He Xi also said: "Yes, Brother Liu, we have to go."

Seeing this, Liu Bei knew that he couldn't stay, so he could only sigh, his eyes full of gratitude, and said: "Well, since you insist on leaving, you must thank the Prime Minister on my behalf. If it weren't for the Prime Minister's token, today Things can’t be resolved so smoothly.”

He Dong patted his chest and said: "Brother Liu, don't worry, we will definitely convey it. If brother Liu has any difficulties in the future, he can go to the prime minister again."

After that, the two brothers clasped their fists in salute, turned and left.

Liu Bei stood there, watching their retreating figures, his heart filled with emotion.

Zhao Yun rode a tall horse and led a group of elite soldiers to the border of Guishang.

His face was stern, and his eyes shone with sharp light, a majesty honed in the battlefield.

But there are many thoughts in his heart: The prime minister's safety is more important than Mount Tai. This time I come here to investigate the assassination and get to the bottom of it. If there is any obstruction, I will not show mercy.

Local soldiers at the border, armed with weapons, quickly formed a line to block their way.

A leading soldier frowned and shouted loudly: "Stop! Who are you? How dare you break into the Kushan border!"

Zhao Yun tightened the reins and the horse neighed. He looked down at the soldier and his voice was as loud as a bell: "I am Zhao Yun, the great man! Chachatu sent people to assassinate my prime minister. We are going to enter Guishang to investigate the matter thoroughly. Get out of the way quickly, otherwise don’t blame us for being ruthless.”

The soldier was shocked, but he still maintained his momentum and said: "Without orders from above, we cannot let you enter at will. This is our duty."

Zhao Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous aura. He thought to himself: It seems that these people are not drinking wine as a penalty.

But he said coldly: "I have tried my best to persuade you, but if you insist on stopping me, I will have no choice but to kill you. I, Zhao Yun, will do what I say!"

After that, he tightened his grip on the spear in his hand. The tip of the spear shone coldly in the sun. The soldiers behind him also stood ready, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

The soldiers on the border were a little frightened when they heard Zhao Yun's threat, but they still had no intention of giving in.

The leading soldier gritted his teeth and shouted: "We won't let you pass easily, everyone, come on!"

Anger ignited in Zhao Yun's eyes, and he thought to himself: These guys don't know how to live or die.

With a flick of his spear, he rushed into the enemy formation like a dragon emerging from the sea.

His face was solemn, his eyes were fixed on the enemy in front, and the spear in his hand was waving tightly.

A soldier raised his knife and slashed at Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun sidestepped and looked at him with contempt, thinking: Such a clumsy move.

Then he stabbed hard, and the spear penetrated the soldier's chest directly. The soldier's eyes widened, his face was filled with disbelief, blood vomited out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground dead.

Zhao Yun's soldiers also fought with the Kushan border soldiers. The shouts of killing from both sides were loud.

Someone among the Kushan border soldiers shouted in horror: "This man is too powerful. We are no match at all."

While Zhao Yun was killing the enemy, he said loudly: "It's too late for you to get out of the way now, otherwise you will be dead." But his men kept moving, and every swing of the spear took away a life.

The Kushan soldiers gradually began to retreat, their eyes were full of fear, and the leading soldier had cold sweat on his forehead, feeling regretful: If he had known better, he would not have stopped them.

But at this moment there is no way out, we can only bite the bullet and continue fighting.

After a fierce fighting, many injured Kushan soldiers lay scattered on the battlefield.

The remaining soldiers looked at each other with horror on their faces, hesitation and struggle in their eyes.

One of the soldiers looked pale and said with trembling lips: "We...we'd better give way. If this continues, we will all die."

The other soldier was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead. He sighed helplessly and nodded.

They slowly stepped aside to clear the way.

Zhao Yun reined in his horse and looked down at the soldiers, with a sneer on his lips and disdain on his stern face.

He thought to himself: Huh, if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol. Now I know I'm afraid.

He said loudly: "Isn't it enough to do this earlier? I will not give up until I am injured and bleeding."

The soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into Zhao Yun's eyes. One of the soldiers murmured: "We...we are also acting under orders, please forgive me."

Zhao Yun glanced at them sharply and said loudly: "We are only here to investigate the case this time and have no intention of getting into too much entanglement with you. But if anyone stops us again, this will be the fate!"

He waved his spear and pointed it at the corpse on the ground. The tip of the spear was still dripping with blood.

Then, he clamped his horse's belly and led his soldiers into Kushan territory in a mighty manner.

Chachatu was laughing and drinking with his concubines, his face was filled with drunkenness and satisfaction.

After hearing the soldier's report, his blurred eyes widened instantly. The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

There was a storm in his heart, and he thought in horror: How is this possible? Why did the soldiers from the Central Plains suddenly appear here? Could it be that the assassination I sent was discovered? His face turned pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He stood up in panic and shouted at the soldiers: "What did you say? Say it again!"

The soldier said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, there is indeed a Central Plains troop heading towards the palace."

Chachatu paced back and forth in the hall, looking panicked, muttering to himself: "What should we do? What should we do?"

The concubines nearby were also frightened and turned pale. One of the concubines pulled the corner of Chacha Tu's clothes and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

Chachatu threw away the concubine's hand and said through gritted teeth: "Quickly, gather all the guards and prepare to fight! I don't believe they can easily break through the palace."

The fighting team of soldiers lined up at the entrance of the palace. The leading general looked arrogant. He glared at Zhao Yun and others and shouted loudly: "Who are you? How dare you break into the palace without permission!"

Zhao Yun was riding on the horse, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

He was secretly angry in his heart: This Chacha Tu really had a guilty conscience and dared to send troops to stop him.

He responded loudly: "I am Zhao Yun of the Shu Han Dynasty! Chachatu sent people to assassinate me, the Prime Minister of the Central Plains. We are here to question him and let him come out and be punished quickly!"

After hearing this, the general felt a little scared, but he still maintained his momentum, with a look of disdain on his face, but he was thinking in his heart: This Zhao Yun is a ruthless character, and we cannot let him succeed easily.

He said: "Humph, there is no basis for it. Don't slander His Majesty."

Zhao Yun's eyes widened with anger, and the spear in his hand shook, making a buzzing sound, and he said sternly: "We have been tracing all the way, and the evidence is conclusive. If you stop me again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

His eyes revealed determination to kill, an iron-blooded energy that had been battle-tested for a long time.

The general gave the order, and the Kushan soldiers surged up like a tide.

Zhao Yun's face was stern, and he had no fear in his heart. He clamped his legs between the horse's belly and moved the horse forward, like a tiger charging into a herd of sheep.

Zhao Yun waved his spear, the tip of the spear flashing coldly in the sun. His eyes were as bright as fire, and every time he struck, he was determined to kill.

A Kushan soldier raised a broadsword and slashed at him. Zhao Yun stepped aside, with a look of contempt on his face, and thought to himself: He dares to die with such skill.

With a twist of his wrist, the spear pierced out like a snake and penetrated directly into the soldier's throat.

The soldier's eyes widened, a gurgling sound came from his throat, and he fell to the ground without breathing.

The Kushan soldiers were shocked by Zhao Yun's bravery, but they could only bite the bullet and continue the attack.

Zhao Yun dashed left and right in the crowd, his face spattered with blood, looking like a god of war who had stepped out of hell.

Zhao Yun's soldiers also fought fiercely with the Kushan soldiers. They all took the lead bravely, shouting and killing loudly.

A Han soldier was besieged by several Kushan soldiers. His face was red and his clothes were soaked with sweat, but he was not afraid at all.

He was shouting: We are here for the Prime Minister and we must not back down.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist the enemy's attack.

After Zhao Yun saw it, he rushed to rescue him.

He swept across with his spear and forced those Kushan soldiers back. He shouted to the soldier: "Don't be afraid, just kill me!"

The soldier glanced at Zhao Yun gratefully, cheered up, and followed Zhao Yun to continue killing the enemy.

The fighting became more and more intense, and there were more and more bodies on the ground. The morale of the Kushan soldiers gradually declined, and they began to retreat steadily.

The general was shocked when he saw this situation. He gritted his teeth and decided to go into battle himself.

He held a long sword and rushed towards Zhao Yun.

When Zhao Yun saw him, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, thinking: Finally, someone decent has come.

He shook his spear and went forward.

Zhao Yun stood with a gun in his hand, his shirt rustling in the wind. His face was spattered with the enemy's blood, and his stern face showed a hint of disdain.

He looked at the fallen Kushan soldiers on the ground, sneered and said, "Huh, with this little fighting power, you dare to come out to fight, you are really vulnerable."

The subordinates beside him also looked proud, and one of them echoed loudly: "General, with their level, they are simply wasting our time."

Zhao Yun's eyes were as bright as fire, and he shouted loudly in the direction of the palace: "Chacha Tu, you shy turtle, why don't you get out and die quickly, or you won't blame me for waiting for you!"

At this time, a Kushan soldier who was lucky enough to be uninjured climbed up from the ground shivering. His face was full of fear, his eyes were panicked, and he was extremely scared, for fear that Zhao Yun would kill him if he was unhappy.

He stammered: "You... you wait a moment, I... I will go in and report."

Zhao Yun glanced at him contemptuously, then stabbed the ground with his spear, making a muffled "dong" sound, and said loudly: "Hurry up, don't let me lose my patience."

The soldier nodded repeatedly, turned around and ran towards the palace, muttering in his heart as he ran: This man is too scary, I hope your Majesty can find a way to deal with it.

The soldier ran to Chachatu panting. His face was pale and his body was still shaking slightly.

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Chacha Tu's eyes, and said with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, something serious has happened. A Central Plains troop came from outside, and they said... that you sent someone to murder the Prime Minister of the Central Plains. , here to question.”

Upon hearing this, Chachatu's face instantly became gloomy, and his eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a dangerous aura. He gritted his teeth and cursed secretly in his heart: These damn Central Plains people came here so quickly.

He asked viciously: "Then why didn't you stop them?"

The soldier's head lowered, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said with a cry: "Your Majesty, that army is very powerful, we are no match at all, we...we all tried our best, but we still failed. ”

Chachatu angrily kicked over the table next to him, causing the wine glasses and fruits on the table to fall to the floor.

He roared: "Trash, you are all a bunch of trash! What's the point of raising you?"

The soldier continued tremblingly: "Your Majesty, those Central Plains soldiers are clamoring outside, asking you to get out immediately, otherwise they will come to the palace."

After hearing this, Chachatu's face turned red and his eyes were full of anger. He suddenly raised his foot, kicked the soldier hard, and cursed: "Damn things, they can say such depressing words."

The soldier was kicked to the ground, but he didn't dare to complain. He just lay there shivering.

Cha Cha Tu paced back and forth in the hall, feeling extremely anxious.

He gritted his teeth and thought in his mind: Going out will definitely bring disaster, but if they don't go out, and they really come to the palace, I won't be able to resist them.

His face was cloudy, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. On one side was the fear of death, and on the other side was the unwillingness to lose his dignity.

Cha Cha Tu paced back and forth in the hall, feeling as if his heart was turning upside down. He knew that this matter was difficult to resolve, but escaping was not an option. After much thought, he gritted his teeth and decided to go out and face it.

When he appeared at the entrance of the palace, he tried to straighten his back and raised his chin slightly, trying his best to look majestic. But there was a hint of panic hidden deep in his eyes.

Zhao Yun stood there, pointing his spear diagonally at the ground. His eyes were as cold as a sharp sword, staring at Chacha Tu.

Seeing Chacha Tu appear, Zhao Yun asked coldly: "Are you Chacha Tu?"

A smile appeared on Chachatu's face. The smile was stiff and forced, and he secretly warned himself to stay calm.

He said: "Haha, you are right down there. Guests who have come from afar, you have had a really hard journey."

But when he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, and his heart was in a state of confusion, constantly thinking about countermeasures and how to escape from Zhao Yun's hands.

Zhao Yun raised his chin slightly and his eyes were as sharp as a hawk. He turned the spear in his hand and said in a sonorous voice: "I am Zhao Yun, a great man. I came here today only for the purpose of assassinating my prime minister."

A trace of panic flashed in Chachatu's eyes, but he immediately smiled, bowed slightly and said, "General Zhao, this is really unjust."

He spread his hands with an innocent look, but he was rapidly thinking about countermeasures and how to make Zhao Yun believe his words.

He continued: "I have great respect for the Prime Minister of the Central Plains. I have always admired the Prime Minister's intelligence and strategy. How could I do such a treasonous thing?"

Zhao Yun frowned and stared at Chacha Tu closely, trying to see any flaw in his expression.

He said sternly: "Don't use your clever words here."

Chacha Tu's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He touched his heart and said emphatically: "General Zhao, there must be a misunderstanding. Someone must have deliberately framed me and wanted to provoke me." The dispute with the Central Plains. I swear to God, I have never done such evil things."

His expression looked extremely sincere, but in his heart he was praying secretly, hoping that Zhao Yun could believe his false words.

After hearing Chacha Tu's explanation, Zhao Yun's sneer on his face became even worse. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a biting coldness in his eyes. He thought to himself: This Chacha Tu really doesn't shed tears without seeing the coffin.

Zhao Yun shook his spear, pointed the tip of the spear directly at the Chacha map, and shouted sternly: "Stop talking nonsense here! Do you still want to deny it? If you continue to refuse to admit it, I will kill you here today!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in front of the palace, carrying unquestionable majesty.

His heart was full of anger, and he was heartbroken by the assassination of the prime minister. At this time, facing the possible mastermind, he had already begun to murder.

The hand holding the spear tightly had veins popping out from the force, as if the spear was about to be thrust out in the next second.

Chacha Tu looked at Zhao Yun's determined look and was horrified.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes moved around in panic. While he was quickly thinking of ways to save his life, he stammered: "General Zhao, I was really wronged. You can't just do this. Kill me."

The sneer on Zhao Yun's face was like winter frost, and his eyes were burning with angry flames.

He thought to himself: If Cha Cha Tu refuses to drink wine as a penalty, then don’t blame me for being ruthless.

He waved his spear and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, surround this Chachatu for me!"

The Han soldiers moved quickly and surrounded Chacha Tu.

At this time, the Kushan soldiers heard the noise and ran over one after another.

Zhao Yun glanced at them, his eyes full of contempt and disdain. He laughed loudly: "What? The defeated general just now dares to come here now? Do you still want to taste the taste of failure again?"

The Kushan soldiers looked at each other and hesitated in their steps.

They looked at Zhao Yun's majestic appearance and were filled with fear.

One of the Kushan soldiers gritted his teeth and bravely said, "Don't go too far, this is our palace!"

Zhao Yun looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter full of arrogance.

He said: "Too much? When your king sent someone to assassinate my prime minister, did he ever think it was too much? If this matter is not resolved today, I will definitely wash this place with blood!"

His words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, and his resolute momentum made everyone know that he was not joking.

Chachatu looked at the scene in front of him, his face pale.

He was filled with despair, he knew that Zhao Yun was serious, and he was in a desperate situation at this time. (End of this chapter)