I play the role of Jiajing in Zongwu: What crime have I committed?

He flicked the blood off his sword and coldly swept his gaze over the silent soldiers.

"Fuck them all!"

Only then did everyone realize that this grandmaster not only lacked knowledge of military strategy, but was also cruel beyond imagination.

"kill!!!"

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of battle cries erupted.

Suddenly, countless figures leaped out from the hillsides on both sides.

Those were the remnants of the Gu family army, covered in mud and with tattered armor.

At this moment, their eyes were burning with the flames of revenge, and they pounced down from both sides like demons.

It instantly tore apart the Imperial Guards' formation.

These remnants of the Gu family army had been lying in ambush for a long time, and now they surged into the Imperial Guard ranks like a tide.

Although they were dressed in rags, they were fearless and undaunted.

"For the innocent people of Luozhou, for the fallen brothers, kill!"

They roared in anger, vowing to perish together with the Imperial Guards.

Gu Xichao's figure also appeared not far away.

He laughed wildly, "You treacherous Qinglong dog, are you satisfied with this grand gift?"

Qinglong looked up and saw that the young general's eyes were filled with cold killing intent.

So he leaned his longsword on the ground and loudly mocked the young figure on the hillside.

"You must be Gu Xichao!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Gu family was full of loyal martyrs, yet they all died in the power struggle between Yuwen Quan and his son. And you're still willing to be Yuwen Quan's dog."

"I see you have the look of an eagle and the glint of a wolf; you will surely rebel in the future."

"Why not spare my life today? I'll immediately switch allegiance and help you pacify Southern Chu."

Upon hearing this, Gu Xichao's body trembled slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Chapter 150 Your Majesty, This Sinner Deserves Death

Just then, a hand landed on his shoulder.

Gu Siling appeared.

"Qinglong, even now you're still trying to sow discord, it's utterly ridiculous."

"Today, you traitor will pay for your crimes in blood."

Upon hearing this, Qinglong burst into laughter.

"Gu Siling, all you dare to do is hide in the background and spout empty words."

"Come down here and fight me one-on-one if you dare."

"Those lowly men who send their men to their deaths in vain dare to speak so arrogantly."

"Azure Dragon, you're courting death."

When Gu Xichao saw Qinglong insulting his father like this, his eyes turned bloodshot.

The silver spear in his hand hummed and trembled, its tip pointing directly at the laughing figure below the slope.

Just as he was about to exert force with his feet, Gu Siling stopped him.

"calm."

Gu Siling stepped in front of Gu Xichao: "He's trying to provoke you."

Gu Xichao instantly regained his senses, his whole body trembled, and his spear thrust abruptly stopped.

He took a deep breath, and the anger in his eyes gradually gave way to clarity.

Azure Dragon's mockery was clearly an attempt to lure them into a trap.

He almost forgot that Qinglong was a Grandmaster.

In a one-on-one fight, even ten of him wouldn't be enough to defeat the opponent.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Houcong (Qinglong) sighed inwardly.

Pity!

If we can provoke Gu Xichao into fighting alone, with his skills, he will surely be able to capture this bastard alive within ten moves.

How fun would it be if Gu Siling had to choose between her son and her nephew?

But that opportunity is no longer available.

It's not a big deal, it just doesn't satisfy my perverse sense of humor.

"Sir! Our escape route has been cut off."

At this moment, another lieutenant, his face covered in blood, staggered towards Qinglong.

He looked back and, sure enough, their escape route was completely blocked.

Under Gu Siling's command, these people actually formed a battle formation amidst the chaos, dividing and surrounding the Imperial Guards.

"General! Let's fight them to the death!"

"Yeah, even if I die, I'll take a few of them down with me."

The people in front of them all spoke up.

Qinglong (Zhu Houcong) tilted his head, looking at them as if they were idiots.

Who do you think you are?

"You think you're worthy of me going to my death with you?"

"General...you..."

The general's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could finish speaking, a white light flashed before his eyes.

Swish!

The next second, Qinglong's sword had already cleaved him in two from head to toe.

Blood splattered like a waterfall onto the faces of the surrounding soldiers.

Then the two pieces of the body slowly fell to either side.

"You guys play by yourselves."

He sneered, "I'm not playing along."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rose from the ground, soaring over everyone's heads and speeding away into the distance.

???

Everyone on the battlefield was stunned.

Who would have thought that this grandmaster, who was just clamoring for a one-on-one duel, would abandon his troops and run away in the blink of an eye.

How could this sixth brother be so shameless?

That's absolutely shameless!

"Fire the arrows! Fire them now!"

Gu Xichao was the first to react, and he shouted angrily.

The next second, hundreds of arrows shot out into the air.

But without turning his head, Qinglong waved his hand back, and an invisible wall of energy deflected all the arrows.

In a few leaps and bounds, the figure had disappeared.

All that was left were dumbfounded soldiers.

Seeing Qinglong escape alone, the Imperial Guards on the battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Gu Siling was the first to react.

Those who surrender will not be killed.

His voice quickly resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

"I swear on the century-old reputation of the Gu family, all who surrender will live!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining Imperial Guards exchanged bewildered glances.

They gazed at the corpses of their comrades scattered on the ground, then looked in the direction where the Azure Dragon had disappeared.

The commander has already fled, so what's the point of them fighting?

"I surrender."

A captain was the first to remove his helmet and kneel down.

Immediately following, as if in a chain reaction, swarms of armored soldiers knelt down in the blood and mud.

Among the surrendered imperial guards, a middle-aged soldier with a simple and honest face was bowing his head.

A barely perceptible smile curved at the corners of his lips.

This person was none other than Baihu, secretly controlled by Zhu Houcong.

Gu Siling is quite something.

Zhu Houcong laughed out loud in his heart.

As expected, this famous general of Southern Chu did not disappoint and incorporated the remnants of the Imperial Guard.

It wasn't in vain that I went through all that trouble to send him soldiers.

Would you like some water?

At this moment, a captain from the Gu family army handed over a water bag.

Baihu quickly put on a simple and honest smile and accepted it.

"Thank you, sir."

"I never expected General Gu to be so benevolent, treating us surrendered soldiers the same way."

"That's right."

The captain smiled and patted Baihu on the shoulder.

"Our General is far superior to that corrupt official who abandoned you and ran away."

Zhu Houcong snorted coldly in his heart upon hearing this.

You little brat, you're insulting me.

I'll remember you.

If I get the chance, I'll be the first to kill you.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

As he spoke, he used the act of drinking water to conceal his murderous intent.

With nearly 10,000 surrendered imperial guards, plus the remnants of the Gu family that they were constantly gathering, they were enough to take the army all the way to the capital.

Qinglong hurried back to the capital.

He casually broke off a branch and tied it to his back.

He imitated Lian Po's act of carrying thorns to apologize, stumbling and staggering all the way to the palace gate.

He fell to his knees with a thud.

"Your humble servant, Qinglong, requests an audience with Your Majesty."

Inside the Imperial Study, Yuwen Jian was discussing matters with Yan Donglou, Ye Chen, and several others.

The topic of discussion was the floods in Los Angeles.