The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1779 Recapture of Jiaozhi!

Joseon Dynasty, Thang Long Prefecture

Amidst hysterical roars, the city gates were being rammed by siege engines.
With various beams and bricks piled up, the Joseon soldiers were preparing for a desperate battle.
Seeing the city gate that had been attacked for so long without success, Wu Song immediately roared, "Get out of the way, I'll go up there myself!"

"Brother Wu, watch out!"

When Wang Yin addressed Wu Song, he couldn't help but become serious.
Upon hearing Wang Yin's words, Wu Song replied domineeringly, "Leave it to me!"

Wielding a steel sword, he charged up the siege ladder, parrying arrows as he went, and finally reached the top of the city wall.
When the Joseon soldiers, who had been fighting desperately, saw Wu Song, they were immediately taken aback.
"Wow!"

With a single stroke of his sword, Wu Song cleaved the soldier before him in two, then, like a demon descending from the heavens, he unleashed a brutal slaughter.

Seeing the Joseon soldiers being repeatedly frightened away by Wu Song, a general roared, "Song dogs, stop being so arrogant!"

With a cold gaze fixed on his opponent, Wu Song roared and immediately charged forward.

The Joseon general was quite frightened upon seeing the burly Wu Song.
"Clang!"

With a clash of swords, Wu Song, relying on his brute strength, forced his opponent to his knees.
"You beast, you dare to fight me?"

He kicked the other man in the chest, sending him flying like a cannonball.

Watching their general being kicked to death, the Joseon soldiers stared in horror, their will to fight completely shattered.

Just then, more soldiers climbed up, roaring angrily.

Because once they capture Thang Long, everything in the city will belong to them!
"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the city gate shattered.
When the siege engines, having smashed through all obstacles, came to a stop, the Song army, like a tidal wave, charged in like madmen.
Seeing this scene in horror, the King of Joseon asked in astonishment, "King, what do we do now? King!"

"It's over, everything is over?"

Staring at all this in disbelief, the Imperial Advisor seemed to have aged twenty years.
Because he couldn't believe that this group of Song people had actually overcome everything and even destroyed Thang Long Prefecture.

"Even if the city falls, the sword will not be sheathed!"

Galloping into the Thang Long Mansion, Zhang Cheng boldly raised his spear.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the Song soldiers became even more frenzied, for this was the moment they had been waiting for.
"Kill!"

He screamed hysterically, and the Song army behind him began to engulf the entire Thang Long city like a tidal wave.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, the devastated king staggered to his knees and cried out, "I have failed my ancestors! It was me, I have destroyed everything!"

But when faced with the king's words, the royal advisor drew his dagger and said, "Your Majesty, for the sake of the Li family's dignity, please, show some composure!"

Looking at the dagger in the royal advisor's hand, the king hesitated for a long time, but ultimately did not reach out.

"Since Your Majesty does not wish to maintain decorum, then do not blame this old minister!"

Having seized the king, the royal advisor immediately prepared to kill him with a single blow.
However, upon witnessing this scene, the king fled in terror.

When Zhang Cheng, who had just broken through the capital, rode in, he saw the disheveled king being chased by the royal advisor.
Watching the two men gallop past the horse, Zhang Cheng remarked with interest, "Heh heh, this is really interesting. I've only just broken in, and they're already fighting amongst themselves?"

"General, the one that just ran away looked like the king!"

Looking awkwardly at Zhang Cheng, Wang Yin began to explain somewhat embarrassedly.

"Who's that old maid who's chasing him?"

Startled, Zhang Cheng asked in astonishment,

"It seems to be the royal advisor of the Joseon Dynasty."

Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, Wang Yin pondered for a moment, and finally realized who the other person was.

"Holy crap? What the hell are you standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them! What if they get away?!"

As Zhang Cheng roared at Wang Yin, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
He had been so engrossed in watching the show that he had completely forgotten who these two people were!
Not long after, when the King of Joseon was brought back, Zhang Cheng sat imposingly on his throne, resting his chin on his hand, and said, "What were you two playing just now?"

"Humph!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with disdain, the Imperial Advisor turned his head away with a face full of displeasure.
"Go, Jiao Ting, slap him twice!" Zhang Cheng said to Jiao Ting beside him, his face full of sullen anger.
Even after the city fell and the country was destroyed, he still has this temper. If you were really allowed to hold the city, wouldn't you be showing off your "bird" on the city wall?

Upon arriving before the Imperial Advisor, Jiao Ting displayed remarkable simplicity, grabbing the man by the collar and slapping him twice, once with a straight hand and once with a backhand.

Completely stunned by the beating, the Imperial Advisor's cheek instantly swelled up.
"Insolence! Insolent fools! Where is your manners? How dare you lay a hand on an old man like me? Have you not heard of this?"

The Imperial Advisor glared angrily at Jiao Ting and Zhang Cheng, and roared.

"Damn? You're trying to talk to me about culture, huh? Jiao Ting, slap him twice more!"

Seeing the Grand Preceptor's dissatisfaction, Zhang Cheng spoke again.
"Okay, big brother!"

Grabbing the Grand Preceptor's robes, Jiao Ting was about to make a move, but the King quickly said, "General, since you have already won, why make things difficult for the Grand Preceptor?"

"Oh, you're quite something. He wanted to kill you, and you're pleading for him?"

Looking at the king before him, Zhang Cheng became disdainful.

"I'm afraid of death, but the Imperial Advisor is doing this for my own good; he doesn't want me to be humiliated."

After a long silence, the king looked at Zhang Cheng, his eyes filled with a fierce determination, and said, "If General is willing to submit to the Joseon Dynasty, I am willing to treat you as a king on equal footing."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you do have a brain after all, King!"

With his chin resting on his hand, Zhang Cheng said lazily, "However, what makes you think I would submit?"

"Because you broke a taboo!"

Raising his head, the king looked at Zhang Cheng and immediately pointed to the throne, saying, "You are also an ambitious man. Why not become king here and submit to my Li Dynasty? I am willing to share the territory with you, General."

"Haha, I completely forgot about that, I'm so sorry! I'm used to it, I'm used to it!"

Looking at the throne beneath him, Zhang Cheng stood up, slowly walked to the king's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Aren't you stupid?"

Just as the king was about to say something, Zhang Cheng pulled out a silk thread from his wrist, wrapped it around the king's neck, and suddenly exerted force, saying, "But you forgot, even the most clever people can die!"

The king frantically reached out, trying to break free, but it was all in vain.

Having witnessed the king being hanged, the royal advisor roared hysterically, "Traitor! You dare to murder his king today! What will become of you tomorrow?"

"Pfft!"

With a backhand stab, Jiao Ting pierced the Grand Preceptor's chest, while he twisted the hilt of his sword, watching him slowly lose his breath.
Staring in astonishment at this scene, Wang Yin exclaimed, his eyes wide, "General? I'm one of our own!"

"I know!"

Releasing the king, who was now completely dead, Zhang Cheng returned to his throne and said, "I was careless! I intended to send him back alive! But who knew he still had some brains?"

With that, Zhang Cheng looked at Jiao Ting and said, "Behead him and send him to Bianliang!"

"yes, Sir!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng's delight, Jiao Ting immediately grabbed his knife and attacked.

Seeing Zhang Cheng's methods, Wang Yin gasped and asked, "Now that we have recaptured Rising Dragon, should we continue fighting?"

"No need. Next, we just need to wait for the court's response!"

With a nonchalant wave of his hand, Zhang Cheng sat on the throne, his hands unconsciously clasped together.
"What if the imperial court doesn't want the general to stay here?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Wang Yin spoke seriously.
"Then let the Vietnamese rebel."

A disdainful smile appeared on Zhang Cheng's face, and his eyes sharpened.
Because he would not give up Jiaozhi, after all, it had many resources besides iron ore, such as gold ore.

He wants to be the nominal king of Jiaozhi!

(End of this chapter)