Do You Know?: Rule the World

In the dark night, the soldier on the Xixia sentry post squinted his eyes, trying to identify the black shadows moving in the distance. He rubbed his eyes subconsciously.

When he saw it clearly, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He hurriedly blew the horn and screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Zhou's army attacks the camp!"

"All troops, respond to the attack! The enemy is attacking! The enemy is attacking!"

"Get up quickly!"

The sudden night attack threw the already anxious camp into chaos.

Archers took turns firing volleys, burning arrows fell like meteors, and one tent after another was set on fire.

Mo Zang E Pang quickly donned his armor, leaped onto his horse, and, scimitar in hand, roared, "Go and fight!"

"Anyone who deserts the battlefield will have their entire clan executed!"

The cavalry battalion led the charge, their iron hooves crushing the camp fences and rolling into the Western Xia camp like a steel torrent. The sounds of swords and knives, shouts of killing, and wailing were heard all around.

He watched as his elite troops fell to the ground one after another under the charge of the Zhou army.

Mo Zang Epang's eyes were bloodshot and veins on his forehead were exposed.

"General, let's retreat quickly. We are running low on food and supplies, and we don't know when reinforcements will arrive."

"If you don't retreat now, you won't have a chance!"

A Xixia general came to Mo Zang Epang in a miserable state, with several broken arrows stuck in his iron armor.

Mo Zang Epang turned his head to look at him, and was silent for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat!"

But just as he pulled the reins and was about to turn the horse's head, Zhao Han's eyes locked on him and saw him holding up the divine arm bow.

"Whoosh-"

A long arrow came through the air.

Mo Zang Epang slowly lowered his head and saw that the long arrow had pierced his heart directly. Blood gushed out along the arrow shaft, followed by a sharp pain.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out and his body slowly fell backwards.

"General!" The general beside him turned pale, unable to believe the scene before him.

Chapter 92 Prince Yong: Don’t even think about hurting the emperor’s uncle

When the news of Mo Zang Epang's death reached Western Xia, the government and the public were shocked.

Li Liangzuo was extremely surprised. He never expected that the prime minister who had controlled the government and held military power for many years would die like this.

He was originally worried about how to deal with this person, but he never expected that it would be so easy.

At the court meeting, many generals wanted to continue sending troops to avenge Mo Zang Epang and save face for Western Xia!

Li Liangzuo, who had been suppressed for many years, slowly swept his eyes over those faces that were eager to try.

He knew very well that these people were not so much trying to avenge Mo Zang Epang as they were trying to take advantage of the opportunity to seize the military power on the border and continue the Mo Zang family's tyranny.

So, he slowly said, "The morale of the Zhou army is high. To mobilize at this time would be tantamount to destroying one's own foundation."

"Pass on my order, strictly guard the border, and negotiate peace with the Zhou Dynasty soon!"

After these words were spoken, the generals looked at each other in surprise.

Now that Mo Zang Epang is dead, no one in the court dares to support them at this time, so they can only act according to Li Liangzuo's orders.

At the same time, Jinming Village.

A bonfire was burning brightly in the Zhou army camp, and the crisp sounds of wine jars being pried open with mud seals could be heard one after another.

The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue and the richness of liquor. The soldiers sat on the ground, laughing in a rough and heroic manner.

Zhang Fu raised his wine bowl high, looking at the soldiers in front of him with a look of satisfaction, "Come on! Let's drink this bowl!"

"This great victory is entirely due to your fearlessness of life and death. Please wait for the troops to return to the court."

"I will definitely ask the government for more rewards for you all!"

All the soldiers responded in unison: "Cheers, Marshal!"

After drinking it all, Zhang Fu turned his gaze to Zhao Han and said in a deep voice, "The first meritorious service in this battle must go to Deputy General Zhao. What do you think?"

"Yes, it's Deputy General Zhao!"

"If it weren't for General Zhao, we would have been scared to death by those idiots!"

"If it weren't for General Zhao leading the Cavalry Battalion to charge into the enemy camp first, we wouldn't have been able to charge in so happily from behind!"

"General Zhao shot Zang Epang down with a single arrow. Such bravery will be remembered forever by my subordinates!"

"..."

Listening to the words of the soldiers, Zhao Han's expression changed. He silently picked up the wine bowl, stood up, and said in a deep voice: "I dare not take credit for it."

"This bowl of wine is first for our brothers who died in battle." After saying that, he slowly poured the wine on the ground.

Zhang Fu patted his shoulder, thinking back to when he first entered the battlefield, he looked like this.

"Boy, you've done well enough. As long as there is war, there will be casualties."

"If you really feel sorry for them, you should fight better in the future and save the lives of the surviving brothers."

Zhao Han nodded, refilled the wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and after calming down, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Wait until the moon is at its highest point in the sky.

A secret letter passed through the Imperial City Bureau and came into the hands of Zhang Fu, Zhao Han and others.

Inside the central army tent, Gu Yankai took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Prince Yan wants to rebel? How dare he?"

"Prince Yan has already mobilized troops in his fiefdom. Your Highness, what do you think we should do?" Zhang Fu looked at Zhao Han with a serious expression.

Gu Yankai's eyes widened, his face full of confusion. "Your Highness? What Your Highness?"

Zhang Fu snorted softly, "Lord Gu, you are indeed just like me, your eyesight is already blurry due to old age."

"If it weren't for the reminder from the Imperial City Bureau, I'm afraid I would still be in the dark."

"Take a closer look. Doesn't our Deputy General Zhao's features bear some resemblance to the emperor's?"

Gu Yankai's frown deepened. After a moment, he slammed his palm on the table, "It looks like it, it really does!"

Then, his face froze, and he couldn't help but think of that brat Zhong Huai who was always calling him brother!

This is simply disrespectful!

Zhao Han looked down at the secret letter, pondered for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Although the emperor has arranged for the Imperial City Bureau to guard the Imperial City in advance, I am still a little worried."

"I plan to take the Cavalry Battalion lightly armed and with a few followers, and return to Bianjing immediately, traveling day and night."

"Generals, please stay here and clean up the mess."

Zhang Fu and Gu Yankai looked at each other, and seeing an unquestionable look on Zhao Han's face, they nodded at the same time.

Seven days later, in Bianjing City.

Prince Zhao Cexiao of Yan and his fiefdom general Jiao Feng and others, led nearly 10,000 elite soldiers to the outside of the city.

The city gates were closed, and the guards had already noticed it, but because they had no military orders, they could only remain in place.

At the same time, outside Donghua Gate, Prince Yan was wearing his royal uniform, followed by a team of elite personal guards.

Looking at the towering palace gate, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that no one came to open the palace gate for a long time, Wu Yong, the commander of the Five Cities Army, who was following beside him, frowned and said, "Your Highness, could there be any unexpected events?"

Prince Yan snorted coldly.

"Absolutely impossible. Concubine Rong promised herself that her brother would be here today to cooperate with me from both inside and outside!"

"I have been planning for many years, how could I fail at the last moment?"

Before he finished speaking, the heavy palace gate slowly opened and Rong Xian, the commander of the Palace Front Department, hurried out to greet him.

"Your Highness, everything has been arranged. The Emperor is currently in Funing Palace, and the guards have been replaced by our men."

Prince Yan asked in a deep voice, "Where are the officials' wives?"

"They are all imprisoned in Anfu Palace, especially Lord Zhao's family. My sister will take good care of them."

"Today's matter is accomplished, and I hope Your Majesty will not forget to support me."

Prince Yan laughed out loud, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, your Rong family's contribution to the dragon is indispensable!"

"The title of Marquis of Fuchang is a bit stingy. How about I confer you the title of Duke of Rongguo after the great event is accomplished?"

Upon hearing this, Rong Xian quickly bowed and said, "I will serve you till death, Your Highness!"

Prince Yan narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, stroked his beard with satisfaction, and then strode towards the Funing Palace with a group of personal soldiers.

After Prince Yan walked away, Rong Xian couldn't help but spit on the ground.

"Bah! Duke Rong! If my sister hadn't woken up in time, everyone in my Rong family would have been killed by you!"

There was a solemn and murderous atmosphere inside and outside the Funing Palace.

Zhao Zhen sat in front of the imperial desk with a calm expression. Empress Cao stood beside him, her phoenix eyes glancing out the window from time to time.

"Your Majesty..." Empress Cao couldn't help but call out softly, placing her hand on Zhao Zhen's left shoulder.

Zhao Zhen patted the back of her hand and whispered, "Don't panic, Danshu."

"The Imperial City Bureau sent a message saying that Han'er is on his way to Bianjing. The Beijing Camp and the Imperial City Bureau are both ready to go."

As soon as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the palace, and Empress Cao couldn't help but lean towards Zhao Zhen.

After Prince Yan entered the hall, he first smiled and respectfully bowed to Zhao Zhen and Queen Cao.

Zhao Zhen, dressed in a ochre-yellow dragon robe, his face unwavering in dignity, said calmly, "It's easy for you to force the emperor to abdicate today, but without the imperial edict, your authority is ultimately shaky. Any descendant of the Zhao family can attack you."

"Your throne will not last long."

Prince Yan snorted coldly, "Uncle, don't worry about this matter. My talent is outstanding, and everyone in the court and the country can see it."

"Once I ascend the throne, I will take care of everything!"

"As for that prince of yours who appeared out of nowhere, there's no record of him in the Imperial Book of Zongzheng Temple."