Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 473 Zhao Guoda Prophet!
All the soldiers came in, and after occupying the favorable terrain, another middle-aged man, surrounded by a group of guards, quickly entered the hall. He first turned his head to look around, and after confirming King Zhao's body, his expression immediately changed. He was overjoyed, but in an instant he controlled his expression again, and squeezed out a mournful cry.

"Your Majesty, your servant is late!"

The middle-aged man cried and was about to run towards the corpse.

"The king is dead?"

The guards were terrified and froze on the spot for a while.

The middle-aged man ran a few steps, and found that no one was stopping him, so he could only bite the bullet and stay where he was, making a joke, Xia Ye and his party were standing next to the corpse, even if he had the guts, he would not dare to run over, doing so , It's just pretending, but these subordinates don't understand how to cooperate.

"Hmph, a bunch of trash, after this incident is resolved, feed them all to my horses!"

The middle-aged man muttered and looked back.

When a young man was stared at by this kind of gaze, his neck immediately shrank.

"Your father is dead, what are you going to do now?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"what?"

The young man muttered, not knowing how to answer.

"Okay, stop acting, hurry up if you want to fight!"

Xia Ye stood up, for such a powerful official, it should not be too easy to find a 'son' of King Zhao to succeed him, anyway, it would be even more difficult to tell the difference between a deer and a horse.

"Haha, since you are a smart person, don't blame me."

The middle-aged man teased and waved his hand: "Shoot the arrow!"

"Master, we will protect you and kill you!"

Jia Duo led the female warrior of Eternal Island and stood in front of Xia Ye without hesitation. In this situation, it is impossible to fight back.

The soldiers drew their bows and set up arrows, aimed at Xia Ye and his party, and were about to release the arrows, but a wave of arrows shot at them first.

call out!call out!call out!
The rain of arrows pierced the wind, screaming incessantly.

Ah!
A large group of soldiers fell to the ground and were harvested.

"what?"

The middle-aged man looked back in horror.

The rain of arrows kept falling, and then a group of soldiers with shields in their left hands and bronze halberds in their right hands rushed in and attacked the middle-aged soldiers.

"Whose team is this?"

Friday was dumbfounded, but these shield and halberd soldiers were so powerful, they rushed into the enemy's line and started a massacre like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Great Prophet?"

The body of the middle-aged man began to tremble. These soldiers and horses belonged to the Great Prophet, but didn't the Great Prophet travel abroad?

Without the Great Prophet, even King Zhao could not command these soldiers.

"What are you doing?"

A young man walked in, frowning slightly, with the air of a big brother next door.

"Great... Great Prophet!"

The middle-aged man was an important minister of Zhao Guo, but when he saw this young man, he trembled like a frightened quail.

"Drag it!"

The young man didn't talk nonsense, he waved his hand casually, and tiger and wolf soldiers immediately dragged him down.

"Is this Prophet Zhao Guoda? You are so young!"

"My ancestors, this must be fake!"

"Niu Boyi!"

There was a lot of discussion among Chaoge people, everyone thought that Zhao Guo's great prophet must be a gray-haired old man, but this one is too young.

"Great Prophet, I am attacking rebels, I did not betray Zhao Guo!"

The middle-aged man, who was still arrogant just now, shouted and kept defending, hoping that his life would be spared. As for resistance, he never thought about it, because the prestige accumulated by the Great Prophet for hundreds of years was too great. big.

Although the Great Prophet looks like a young man, he has already experienced three Kings of Zhao and witnessed many ups and downs in the Zhao Kingdom. Some people say that the establishment of the Zhao Kingdom is because of the existence of this Great Prophet.

Ever since the Great Prophet entered the hall, the atmosphere around him had become frozen and oppressive. The soldiers raised their chests up one by one, showing the most perfect posture, not daring to be careless.

"Okay, now it's your turn."

The Great Prophet looked over, and just said a few words, but the eardrums of the crowd rang loudly, like thunder exploding in their ears.

"How to do?"

"Kill it out!"

"Fight!"

Everyone has already made a decision. Anyway, it is impossible to surrender, so they will risk their lives and escort Xia Ye out.

Just when the battle suddenly broke out, Xiao Songguo spoke.

"Father?"

A low cry, full of surprise, disbelief, and deep hesitation, after all, the last time Xiao Songguo saw her father was three years ago, at that time, she was very young and didn't remember much.

"what?"

Everyone was stunned, even Xia Ye, who had been calm all the time, subconsciously turned around and looked at Little Lolita.

"Father? Is that you?"

Xiao Songguo ran two steps forward, then stopped, looking back at Xia Ye, his face was full of entanglement and confusion.

Xia Ye didn't know how to comfort little Lolita, but he stood in front of her without hesitation, worried that the Great Prophet would hurt him.

When Jia Duo and his party saw this, they blocked Xia Ye.

"Good, very good!"

There was a smile on the face of the Great Prophet, and he praised him a lot. Whether a person is good or not can be known by the attitude of his subordinates towards him.

With such loyal subordinates, one can imagine Xia Ye's character.

"Are you the father of Song Guo?"

Xia Ye frowned.

Everyone stared at the Great Prophet curiously and vigilantly. They thought it would not be easy to get the answer, but he spoke.

"Yes!"

The Great Prophet looked down at the womb fruit, with a doting face on his face: "Thank you for taking good care of her during this time."

"Nimma, it's true!"

"I don't need to fight now, do I?"

"What the hell is this great prophet?"

Everyone in Jiaduo was confused.

"Father!"

After being recognized, Song Guo was overjoyed and ran over with his calf.

Xia Ye wanted to stop him. After all, the other party might lie, but after thinking about it, the Great Prophet was strong and strong, and he didn't need this kind of coaxing and kidnapping of hostages, so he gave up.

"Song fruit!"

After catching the womb fruit that flew over, the Great Prophet hugged her and showed a gentle smile. The birth of this daughter was an accident, but after all, it was his own child, connected by blood.

"Father!"

Song Guo lowered her head and rubbed against the big prophet's chest like a kitten: "Big brother has helped me a lot, don't hurt him, okay?"

"That's what you said when you first met me?"

The Great Prophet asked back.

"Without Big Brother, I'm still wandering in the wasteland!"

Song Guo was not afraid to anger his father and reiterated his point.

"Song fruit!"

Xia Ye was worried.

"Hehe, am I that unreasonable?"

The Great Prophet shook his head and looked at Xia Ye: "Tell me, what reward do you want?"

"What I want, I will get it back by myself, and I don't need other people's rewards."

Xia Ye narrowed his eyes: "I just hope you treat Si Guo better. If you hurt her, even if you are the prophet of Zhao Guoda, I will cut off your head."

"No rewards? How about I give you the throne of Zhao?"

After the Great Prophet finished speaking, he observed Xia Ye with great interest.

"what?"

The others exclaimed in surprise. Their best plan was to support Zhao Lianyu, and they hid behind their backs to take control. Now they have a chance to sit on the throne of King Zhao?
(End of this chapter)