The Red Chamber begins with a bastard

Chapter 558: Iron Net Mountain (Part )
Jia Huan had experienced too many dangers in the past, even his life hanging by a thread several times, which had trained him to have a strong mental quality of remaining calm even when faced with a mountain collapsing in front of him. His experience of leading troops to suppress pirates in Jiangnan had further trained his iron will and heart.

So don't be fooled by his usual gentle and easy-going appearance. Once he gets serious, he is very decisive and ruthless. Just like now, from the time Jia Huan shot and blew off Sun Shaozu's head to the time Jia Zhen was controlled, it only took a few seconds, a split second.

At this moment, not only the rebel soldiers were stunned, but Xu Sheng and other palace guards were also stunned. The fat boy Xu Wenhou was even more petrified, with his mouth wide open and his jaw almost dropping.

There were three bodies lying on the ground: Sun Shaozu with a bloody hole in his head, a rebel with his neck broken by a kick, and a rebel with half of his head chopped off. Their bloody white brains were all over the ground, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

When had Xu Wenhou seen such a bloody scene? Moreover, Jia Huan, who was usually smiling in front of him, with rosy lips and white teeth, and gentle and elegant manner, was now filled with murderous aura, and his eyes were as cold as if they were real, as if he had become a different person. This undoubtedly had a severe impact on the fat boy's "blank sheet of paper" heart.

Jia Zhen had been so arrogant just now, but now he was terrified. He was afraid that Jia Huan would shoot him in the head as well, so he begged for mercy incoherently.

Jia Huan said coldly: "If you don't want to die, tell your men to retreat ten steps away."

"Retreat... retreat quickly to ten steps away." Jia Zhen ordered hurriedly.

The rebels looked at each other in bewilderment. Jia Zhen shouted angrily, "You deaf men, why don't you retreat? If anything happens to me, Master She will not forgive you."

The rebels had no choice but to retreat ten steps. Jia Zhen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Brother Huan, they have retreated. Don't be impulsive. You can't write two Jia characters with one stroke. After all, we are a family. There is no overnight hatred. As long as you release my brother, our past grievances will be wiped out. Moreover, my brother can guarantee that the master will no longer make things difficult for you and even recommend you to the emperor."

"Bah, I don't believe you at all. How dare a beast like you, who has no morals, call me Third Master a brother!" Shitou spat on Jia Zhen's face with a look of disgust.

Jia Zhen was both ashamed and angry, but he dared not curse back. The bloody axe in Shitou's hand was still on his neck. However, Jia Zhen was obviously not giving up and continued to persuade him: "Brother Huan, now the entire capital is the world of the emperor. The tyrant is far away in Liaodong. There are strong enemies in front and fire in the back. As long as the emperor seals Shanhaiguan and cuts off his way back, the tyrant will be defeated sooner or later. Brother Huan, you are an extremely smart person. You should know what to choose without me saying more, right?"

Jia Huan sneered and said, "Of course I know how to choose."

Jia Zhen said happily: "A man who knows the current situation is a hero. In this case, Brother Huan, please let me go. I will take you to see the emperor. With your talent and ability, you will be reused...ah!"

Before Jia Zhen could finish his words, he was hit hard on the forehead by a flintlock rifle. He screamed in pain, blood gushed out, and he squinted his left eye. He stuttered, "Huan Lao San, you..."

Jia Huan said disdainfully: "Jia Zhen, with your level, you are still talking nonsense in front of me, Jia Huan. You are nothing but an old thief who is obsessed with money and greed in front of me."

Jia Zhen was stunned for a moment, then asked in astonishment: "You...you actually called the Emperor an old thief?"

Jia Huan sneered, "The retired emperor had abdicated, but because he was obsessed with power, he controlled the government for many years and ruled behind the scenes. He is now a 70-year-old man, and for the throne he took advantage of the emperor's personal expedition to rebel, not caring about the powerful enemies around him. In order to seize the throne, he disregarded the safety of the Jin Dynasty, which is disloyal to the Jin Dynasty and unfilial to his ancestors; for the sake of supreme power, he put his own flesh and blood to death, which is unkind; for his own selfishness, he disregarded the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the front line, which is unkind.

If the front line fails, the Jiannu army will take advantage of the situation and invade. Under the iron hoofs of the Jurchens, the people of the Jin Dynasty will inevitably suffer and their country will be destroyed.

This kind of disloyal, unfilial, unkind and unmerciful person, an old thing that brings disaster to the country and the people, calling him an old thief is already a compliment to him, he should be called an old traitor, an old beast, and everyone has the right to kill him! "

Jia Huan's words were passionate and eloquent. Jia Zhen was dumbfounded, Xu Wenhou's chest rose and fell violently, and the guards in the palace looked thoughtful. Even the rebel soldiers lowered their heads and remained silent.

In fact, looking back at all dynasties, there are countless precedents of fratricide for the throne. History is ultimately written by the victorious side. It is undoubtedly "naive" to criticize the struggle for imperial power from a moral perspective. Of course, Jia Huan's purpose was not to uphold justice, but he had no choice but to support Emperor Qiansheng.

There was no way. It could be said that he was the one who helped to kill Prince Yi Zhong. The reason why a number of nobles were stripped of their titles and had their property confiscated was also related to him. What's more, Jia Zhen and Jia She wanted to kill him. The contradiction was simply irreconcilable.

At this time, Jia Zhen finally came to his senses. He was shocked and angry, angry and afraid. Jia Huan had openly sided with Emperor Qiansheng. Wouldn't his life be in danger? He rolled his eyes and said, "Jia Huan, you actually dared to insult the emperor. I think you are tired of living. Even if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your father and the old lady, don't you think about Miss Lin and Tan's girl? Don't you care about their life or death at all?"

Jia Huan's face darkened and he asked coldly, "Are you threatening me?"

A trace of fear flashed in Jia Zhen's eyes, but in order to save his life, he said, "It's not a threat, just a reminder to Huan Ge'er."

Jia Huan's face changed. Jia Zhen had now found his weak spot. Lin Daiyu and Jia Tanchun were indeed the ones he cared about the most. As for Old Man Zheng and Grandmother Jia, they were secondary. Moreover, even if Jia She was a beast, he should not do anything bad to Grandmother Jia. And Old Man Zheng was Wang Ziteng's brother-in-law, so he probably didn't have to worry about him.

When Jia Zhen saw Jia Huan's hesitation, he knew he had found the opponent's weakness. He smiled proudly and said, "I heard that Uncle Lin specially entrusted Miss Lin to Brother Huan before he died. Hehe, a beauty like Miss Lin is rare in the world, one in a million. If you present her to the emperor..."

boom……

With a gunshot, a bloody hole suddenly appeared on Jia Zhen's thigh. The pain made him scream like a pig being slaughtered and he fell to the ground struggling in agony.

"Ouch, it hurts... It hurts so much!" Jia Zhen howled while covering his wound. The veins on his neck were exposed and his face was twisted in pain, looking extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)