Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Ximen Gucheng personally led the team, not just to kill Chen Shao.

The deeper purpose is to pass on traditions.

The legacy of an assassin.

He wanted to take this opportunity to properly mentor the rising stars in the gang.

Otherwise, wouldn't the Golden Wind and Fine Rain Pavilion be destroyed after he passes away?

He smeared cow dung on the face of a young man next to him and wiped his hands.

My gaze swept over these young faces.

laughed:

"When I was young, I wanted to assassinate a sword master whose swordsmanship was far superior to mine."

"I squatted next to his outhouse for four days and three nights."

"The outhouse was infested with flies and maggots, and it was a dry toilet."

"But I remained completely still for four days and three nights without even frowning."

"Finally, I caught my chance. In the instant he pulled up his pants, I slit his throat with a sword."

He paused slightly at this point, then looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back.

His face was filled with pride.

"Why was I able to kill him? It wasn't because my kung fu was better than his, but because I could endure more."

"This is the first lesson I'm teaching you today!"

Everyone was stunned.

A sense of awe and awe welled up within them.

The young assassin who had been pinching his nose just moments before had long since let go, his eyes filled with admiration.

He suddenly gritted his teeth and clasped his hands in a fist salute towards Ximen Gucheng:

"Master, I have learned a great deal!"

"Today, I will use this pile of cow dung as my latrine and challenge my own Dao heart!"

After saying that, he was the first to leap into the pile of cow dung without hesitation.

Feces splattered everywhere, and half of his body was instantly submerged in it.

Only his shoulders and a stubborn head were visible.

Such a good opportunity, why would anyone else give it up so easily?

Immediately, someone rushed over again.

"Damn it, I'll fight to the death! I can't lose! I'll take all this cow dung!"

"I also need to hone my killer instinct."

"Get out of my way, let me do it!"

Everyone rushed to rub themselves against the cow dung.

The original poster did not stop it immediately.

The competition below is not necessarily detrimental to the organization's development.

He considers things from a macro perspective of gang interests.

He only spoke up to stop them when they were about to start fighting.

"Don't fight over it. There are a lot of things you have to endure in the assassin line of work."

"Endure hunger, endure cold, endure injury, endure humiliation, and endure the urge to kill."

"What's a little cow dung? We'll all get our share eventually, no need to rush."

"If you want to test your mentality, you can try to humiliate each other by crawling between each other's legs. You're the one who can endure it."

The owner of Ximen Louzhu gave a thumbs up.

The crowd reluctantly gave up, and the few young people who didn't manage to snag a spot in the latrine even looked regretful.

A moment later, two or three hundred assassins took their positions.

On tree branches, in bushes, in drainage ditches, in cornfields...

In any case, once you have a place to hide, no one cares whether the environment is good or bad.

The original poster was quite pleased to see this.

The sun moves from the east to its zenith, and then tilts from its zenith to the west.

They remained motionless.

As the sun set, the evening glow painted half the sky red.

They remained motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, a cloud of dust finally rose from the end of the official road.

"Hey OP! They've arrived!"

"Don't panic, everyone, just follow my instructions!"

Ximen Gucheng squinted, gazing at the end of the official road.

Chen Shao, I'm sorry, although I feel bad about killing you, it's my principle.

He shook his head slightly.

Honestly, Emperor Chen Shao has done a good job, at least for now.

He shattered the Northern Barbarians who had just created a myth.

To allow Han people to hold their heads high.

Unfortunately, we have different perspectives.

Lost in thought, Ximen Gucheng suddenly stiffened.

His expression suddenly turned to astonishment.

He shouted, "Retreat!"

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to react, he leaped back several feet and then ran away as fast as he could.

The crowd was confused but impressed, and could only follow along.

The young assassin, in particular, who had just crawled out of the cow dung heap, stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

He ran while whispering:

"OP, why are you leaving? Didn't I just eat this shit for nothing?"

Fuck you!

Ximen Gucheng slapped him on the back of the head.

"Can't you see that the other side has tens of thousands of people?"

"This isn't an assassination attempt anymore, this is a military conflict."

"This deal can't be done."

The group ran for several miles in one breath, and only when they were sure there were no tails behind them did they lean on their knees and pant heavily.

Ximen Gucheng's initial campaign was unsuccessful, so naturally he needed to make amends.

He glanced at everyone's disheveled appearance and roared:

"Damn it, that old bastard Han Cao said there were only a few dozen people, but now there are tens of thousands. We have to go back and settle the score with him!"

......

On the Weibo side, Chen Shao allowed the Prince of Zhao to continue being his prince.

Without money, food, or manpower, he couldn't cause any trouble.

Of course, the main reason was that Chen Shao had no one to rely on.

He led the way, with Shen Qingci on the left and Wu Song on the right.

They marched in a grand procession toward the capital.

"Why does my right eyelid keep twitching?" Shen Qingci leaned closer, her face full of confusion.

As the saying goes, a twitching left eye means good fortune, while a twitching right eye means bad luck.

"The road ahead is narrow, and there are many bushes and trees on both sides. Could something bad happen?"

Chen Shao laughed heartily:

You're overthinking it.

"The saying that a twitching left eye means good fortune is true. Look at how much wealth you gained on this trip south."

"But a right eye twitching is ridiculous. It's just an involuntary, repeated contraction of the orbicularis oculi muscle, like a leg cramp."

Shen Qingci couldn't understand, but after passing the narrowest section of the road, nothing happened, so she gave Chen Shao a thumbs up.

......

On the city wall of the capital, Yu Qi'an was leading a team of personal guards to inspect the city's defenses.

Ever since Chen Shao left the capital, he has been living and eating on the city wall, fearing a sudden attack from the Northern Barbarians.

Especially since Helian Xiong's five thousand elite soldiers were still wandering around, and they couldn't find anyone.

The Minister of War, who was also the commander in charge of defending the city, dared not relax for a moment.

He was bending down to inspect a crack in the crenellation when he suddenly heard the lookout on the city wall shout at the top of his lungs:

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Yu Qi'an suddenly sat up straight.

They gazed towards the official road in the distance.

Sure enough, a cloud of dust rose up there, and a continuous stretch of black flags appeared.

There are at least 20,000 to 30,000 people.

The vanguard had reached about five miles outside the city.

His heart sank, and his first thought was of Zhao King Chen Du's army.

That old rascal has been stationing troops south of the capital. Could it be that he's taking advantage of His Majesty's absence to launch an attack?

His intentions are despicable.

He roared, "Everyone, perk up..."

Before he could even utter the words "prepare to meet the enemy," he saw that familiar figure.

Yu Qi'an's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

His Majesty?

His Majesty!

How did he manage to go out to provide disaster relief and bring back such a large army?

After the initial doubt came overwhelming joy.

Yu Qi'an roared:

"Everyone, brace yourselves, open the city gates, and welcome His Majesty back to the capital!"