After rebirth, the Queen and I are on the run.

Chapter 1145 Murderer
"Wen Cong, Chief Steward Wen, take good care of the Marquis." After giving his instructions, Wen, the centurion, stepped out of the carriage and called to the 150 men outside: "The Marquis has ordered us to set off immediately, but this time we will bypass the passes and camps and head straight for the capital to bring a life-saving battle report!"

"Yes!" More than a hundred men responded, surrounding the Marquis of Wenchang's two large carriages and heading towards a mountain road.

Inside the carriage, Marquis Wenchang was very satisfied... As expected of a servant born into the Wen family, Wen Xiaozi was extremely capable. With Wen Xiaozi around, he didn't need to worry about many things and could just wait for their successful escape.

However, it was too early to dream.

The group had only been running for a quarter of an hour, not even two miles, when screams of agony erupted from inside the vehicle.

"Ahhh! My lord, Wen Cong, how dare you kill the lord!"

"Ahhh, don't kill me!"

With a series of soft thuds, Chief Steward Wen was also killed by Wen Cong.

At the same time, outside the carriage, in the Wen family's ranks, the soldiers under Wen Baihu's command raised their swords and slashed at those loyal to Marquis Wenchang.

Duh duh duh!
Duh duh duh!
After a brutal massacre, only a few dozen mutilated corpses remained on the spot.

The remaining men, centered around Commander Wen, all bowed and shouted, "Commander Wen, the dissenters have been executed!"

Regardless of what happened before, after this murder, they became brothers who would entrust their lives to each other, also known as accomplices.

"Good!" Commander Wen looked at them and said, "Your master will not treat you unfairly; from now on, every one of you will be able to become an official!"

Who is the master?

What rank of official was he?
Wen Baihu didn't say it, but these people had already benefited from other things, and they were trained by him, so they were willing to follow him.

Why not follow?

Marquis Wenchang and the Wen family treated them as their own children. Even though they were already official soldiers of Wei and were called "Military Lords," the Wen family still treated them as servants.

But after the death of Marquis Wenchang, they could become true soldiers, and if they were promoted in the future, they would be free and no longer slaves released from someone's household.

As for Wen Baihu, he received even more... Emperor Yong said that by doing this, he had rendered meritorious service in supporting the emperor, and in the future, he could be ennobled and appointed as a general.

A marquis is far more valuable than a servant of the Wen family.

Wen Baihu did not want to have lived in vain, so he decided to kill his lord.

“Baihu.” Wen Cong’s voice came from inside the car.

Knowing that he had something to do, Wen Baihu stepped into the carriage.

Marquis Wenchang was not quite dead yet. In his final moments, he was still lucid, his eyes bloodshot, staring at Commander Wen with anger and resentment.

Why do you want to kill me?

Haven't I been good enough to you, my servant?
I have removed you from the register and made you a registered centurion, an official appointed by the imperial court!

and also……

Who sent you to kill me?
Emperor Wuxing?
He truly is a tyrant, actually assassinating a veteran minister like him who had rendered meritorious service in supporting the emperor!

Unfortunately, Marquis Wenchang was too badly injured to speak and could only let out two painful cries.

Commander Wen laughed, sat down next to Marquis Wenchang, and whispered the truth in his ear: "My lord, don't blame me. Blame your son-in-law for giving too much; blame the fact that your death on the frontier will bring so much support to Emperor Yong..."

Marquis Wenchang was Yong Zhi's father-in-law.

If he dies for his country, Yongzhi and his son will gain a good reputation and support from all sides.

Such overwhelming support was extremely useful for Emperor Yongzheng's restoration of the Yong Dynasty; in fact, it was indispensable.

"So, how could the Marquis leave the Dingmangtai battlefield alive? That would be too selfish."

"Lord Marquis was a descendant of a former official of the Yong Dynasty, and should have been loyal to the nation. So may he rest in peace." Ahhh!
Marquis Wenchang cried out silently, "It was Yong Zhi! It was Yong Zhi who killed him!"
What a beast! He poured his heart and soul into helping the Yong family, yet Yong Zhi wanted to use his death to gain leverage in the future to contend with Emperor Wuxing for the throne.

puff!
Marquis Wenchang coughed up blood and died with his eyes wide open.

Wen Baihu was quite kind; he loosened the muscles around his eyes and helped him close them.

After searching Wenchang Hou's body again, taking away two letters and two small seals, he got off the carriage with Wen Cong and ordered the soldiers: "Get ready, make it look like he died from smashing the carriage."

"Yes!" The hundred soldiers immediately sprang into action, running back for about a mile to set up small catapults, placing pot-sized stones inside and hurling them toward the location of Marquis Wenchang's chariot.

Whoosh whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!
They smashed at least thirty stones, completely destroying the carriage, the horses, and the corpse of Marquis Wenchang inside.

Finally, a dozen or so pine oil fire pots were also placed in the fire.

Boom boom boom!
The pine oil fire pot exploded, turning the area into a sea of ​​fire.

"Assemble!" Commander Wen ordered.

Once his troops had assembled, Commander Wen gave the order: "Move out."

Hiss! Hiss!

The soldiers stood in pairs, each cutting themselves a few times to appear wounded in battle. Then, in groups of several or a dozen, they separated and fled towards the main camp at the pass to "seek help."

Half an hour after they left, Zhao Zongqi and his son emerged from a hole not far away.

"It's been half an hour. Commander Wen and the others won't be back. They can come out now." Commander Zhao climbed out, grabbed his son, and shook him: "Wake up, you brat. Are you still dazed from fright?"

Young Master Zhao shook his head, looking at him with clear eyes stained with tears: "Father, isn't Commander Wen a confidant of Marquis Wenchang? Why would he orchestrate this tragedy?"

"Who is the master behind Commander Wen? Could it be that Commander Wen himself wanted to kill Marquis Wenchang?"

"No, no, could it be that His Majesty ordered Commander Wen to kill Marquis Wenchang?"

*Slap!* Commander Zhao slapped his son on the back of the head: "Pah! Are you looking for a beating? Take this guess to your grave! If you dare to say this out loud, you're trying to alienate His Majesty from everyone, understand?"

Young Master Zhao was startled and quickly nodded, indicating that he would not say anything more.

Commander Zhao added, "His Majesty is displeased with the Marquis of Wenchang's apparent loyalty but inward disloyalty and his desire to restore the powerful aristocratic families. However, His Majesty would not be foolish enough to assassinate the Marquis of Wenchang during the war..."

"This old man is more useful to His Majesty while he's alive than when he's dead."

"Would your mother burn the silver notes because she thought they were less useful than gold?"

Young Master Zhao shook his head: "No."

"That settles it, same logic... Alright, stop worrying about who the murderer is, let's rush in and see what evidence we can find at the crime scene so we can escape."

General Zhao called to his son, then soaked the mask in water and gave one of the masks to his son. The father and son then crouched down and ran towards the burning carriage.

The scene was so horrific that many bodies were smashed into pieces, and at first glance, they really looked like they had been killed by enemy flints.

With a series of swatters, Zhao Zongqi and his son extinguished several bonfires blocking their path and successfully reached the carriage, where they hurriedly put out more fires.

Once the fire died down, Zhao Zongqi recklessly began to pull at the corpse of Marquis Wenchang: "Boss, come and help, this corpse is very useful."

Young Master Zhao: "Father, are you...are you feeling alright?"

When he was in the tunnel, his father worried that he would go crazy from the shock, and now he is worried that his father will go crazy.

"Stop talking nonsense and come help me. I'll explain later... Along the way, you'll learn from me, and I guarantee you'll benefit greatly." Commander Zhao, as expected of someone who rose from the ranks of a common soldier, was not only incredibly resilient but also possessed a lot of strength and unconventional skills. He even diligently taught his son how to escape.

There was no other way; he was getting old and might not live much longer, so he had to raise his eldest son to be successful so that he could protect Xiao Su's grandson when he got married.