The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 886 Ch.885 Blockade
Fighting the general was just Zhao Chuzhe's deepest purpose. There were many Changgeng people, so how could he let anyone escape?

"Is this how you repay His Majesty's trust?"

A short and strong man with a broken braid stood in front of Zhang Yucai and the prince with a knife.

The confrontation between the two sides did not make him feel the slightest bit of danger. Instead, he laughed out loud with an unpleasant look on his face.

——He and Yu Cai were once the chief officers of Changgeng's army, but now they are turning their swords against their fellow soldiers. How much of this is Zhao Chuzhe's lobbying, and how much is the arrangement of the devil's heart...

Tuji was disheartened for a moment.

"Cut off our heads and claim the reward."

He threw the long knife hard to the ground.

The blade was half inserted and the handle was trembling.

The clanging sound struck every guard's heart, and they couldn't help but bow their heads in shame - there was only one heir left, and the emperor would never wake up again. Now, which ship is safer than the prince's? They all have royal blood flowing in their veins, so Chang Geng Si will naturally choose a better and wider path.

They are not as good as Zhang Yucai and Tu Ji, who have prominent family backgrounds and superb magical skills.

These guards who have worked hard for years and even decades have suffered insults and fear, and in the end, they will have to wait for an opportunity to turn the world upside down, as Zhao Chuzhe said.

Is there any better opportunity than now?
What is the national hatred, family hatred, foreigners or not. First, grow your own wings, and then think about the bright and great things in the storm.

With clanging sounds, the white-robed men in front of Tuji drew out their weapons one after another.

They were reluctant to take action against Zhang Yucai and Tu Ji, but now the arrow was on the string - if the little prince was allowed to escape, and took the imperial edict and exchanged the throne with "that thing"...

They all have to die.

"excuse me."

A man in a white robe holding a melon hammer stepped forward and slowly raised the handle of the hammer as Tuji sneered.

suddenly.

There was a slight movement in the forest.

It pierced through the leaves like an arrow, and like a golden thread that had softened and then instantly stretched straight, it suddenly tightened and pierced the white robe of the hammer-headed man - his head.

The heavy hammer fell to the ground with a thud, carrying with it the body of its owner, and a stream of blood gushing out of his robe.

There was silence for a moment.

Zhang Yucai's black eyes flickered, and he grabbed the prince by the back of his collar and rolled towards the direction where the golden thread came from, shouting, "Tuji! Let go!"

The short man's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the knife, and chopped off his left arm!
Instantly.

Fresh blood mixed with an indescribable wave instantly swept across the dozens of white robes in front of him.

"Strange object."

The severed arm fell to the ground, and it seemed as if endless blood was gushing out. In a few breaths, it became a river of blood that was difficult to cross.

Tuji staggered a few steps holding the knife, and the cut part was charred as if it had been burned by fire.

He followed Zhang Yucai, who was holding the prince, and ran down the mountain!

“If it weren’t for the help of my benefactor, I’m afraid my life would be in danger!” Walking through the forest, Zhang Yucai raised his head and said loudly: “I don’t know who saved me secretly, please show yourself! I am Zhang Yucai, the chief of Changgeng Division. If you can save me this time, I will reward you handsomely——”

A pair of soft shoes fell in front of him.

The boy in her arms was so frightened that he screamed "Ah" and almost shouted "cat demon": a woman with a pair of green eyes, curly black hair, and as ghostly and nimble as a mountain cat, fell into the pile of leaves like that.

Even when you get closer, you can't hear any sound.

Zhang Yucai was stunned for a moment, and did not have time to clasp his fists: "We will follow you, young lady! Lead the way!"

Rose curled her lips, turned around and jumped down the mountain.

'Are you sure that saving them won't cause trouble for Roland?'

Little Roland grabbed Rose's hair, his eyes hinting at something that must have been a bad omen: Haven't you caused enough trouble?

'What did you say?'

Little Roland smiled and shook his head.

With that arm as a river of blood, when the four men pushed aside the branches and rushed into Zhujia Village, they could only see a white cloud in the distance.

“…Horses! We need two horses…fast horses!” Zhang Yucai spoke intermittently, and the blood he coughed up splattered on his cloak and the face of the boy in his arms.

He pursed his pale lips and cried, "No... Master Zhang..."

If the road continues to bump, Zhang Yucai and Tu Ji will die on the road. The young prince came with them all the way, so he knew how serious their injuries were. Cutting off his arm to survive tonight was the last resort. If he fled on horseback, he would probably be the only one left when he reached An Sheng's territory.

The eight or nine-year-old child felt both distressed and frightened.

I feel sorry for my loyal subjects, but I am also afraid of the days when I will walk alone in the future...

What should he do?
"To the village!"

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, Tu Ji shouted anxiously and pushed Zhang Yucai away.

Zhujia Village was eerily quiet in the moonlight.

…………

……

Zhao Chuzhe shook off the ice on his sleeves, his eyes gloomy.

He twirled the machete in his hand.

Before my eyes were clusters of crooked and shabby thatched huts, sleeping soundly under the moonlight, as quiet as the mouth of an animal.

Zhao Chuzhe whistled.

The roars spread like the wind, surrounding the small village tightly.

The howling of the wolves added a touch of coolness to the spring night.

"Brother Zhao..."

The young man in white robe stepped forward with a knife in hand and asked in a low voice: "Maybe, Master Zhang and Master Tuji..."

Zhao Chuzhe glanced at him.

Eyes as cold as a wolf.

"Is there any way out now?"

No.

Since he received the prince's order and decided to use a different ladder to ascend to heaven, he and the guards of the Changgeng Division behind him had no choice - either kill Zhang Yucai and Tu Ji and take the only remaining prince back; or die here together.

"The emperor is tyrannical and unjust, but we are not doing evil things like Bai Lian. The prince is wise and resolute, and has both literary and military skills. He has long expected that Zhang and Batu would rebel and rob the heir to rebel——"

He held a knife in his hand, and in the dim light of the wolves, he looked just as ferocious as them.

The young white-robed guard naturally would not say something stupid like "Please persuade him again" - Zhang Yucai and Tu Ji were the dusi appointed by the emperor and were directly responsible to the emperor. They obviously knew that even if they surrendered to the prince, the end would be death.

only…

Lord Zhang is originally a good and kind person. Whenever the brothers in the company have any difficulties, they can get his help to some extent. Compared with Tu Ji, Zhang Yucai is more popular.

The young white-robed guard did not expect that his good brother would act so quickly, and almost all the guards chose to follow him without hesitation.

In other words, follow the prominent nobleman above him.

and so…

He was definitely not the first one to know about this.

The white-robed guard realized it and slowly turned his head to look behind him: in the silent and disordered breathing, he smelled the scent of ambition and gold.

It was the smell of sweat from hands, saliva, mixed with the most unspeakable obscene things.

The most dazzling thing in their lives was trembling at this moment, roaring and telling their flesh and blood that the next period of time would determine their future together.

“We didn’t have a choice.”

Zhao Chuzhe looked at the lonely village standing silent in the dark night.

"Anyone who stands in the way will be killed without mercy."

thump—

The clock struck twelve.

Amid the suspiciously cheerful celebratory music, Zhao Chuzhe suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet being stretched.

The soft carpet-like road surface seemed to be rotating due to the meshing of thousands of gears. The anxious shouts and cries of the wolves and their men gradually faded away.

(End of this chapter)