From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 741

"They've switched sides! They've switched sides!"

An Fuman shouted as he led his army to break through.

"They've switched sides! They've switched sides!"

Waza and Yueyi led their men to flee while commanding them to resist.

"Kill An Fuman! Poke his hook!"

Fan Tiande shouted as he led the tenants to retreat westward. Their mission had been accomplished.

"Kill the traitors! Suppress the southwest!"

Xiang Yong, holding a spear, rode on horseback, led 40,000 elite troops, and rushed towards An Fuman.

An Fuman wanted to break through, and the two chieftains wanted to resist. The two sides fought in an instant, shouting and killing, and blood flowed like a river.

In this chaotic battle, Xiang Yong led his elite army to rush into An Fuman's formation. These chieftain soldiers were not of high quality to begin with, and now they were completely panicked. They didn't even have the strength to resist, so they were broken up and ruthlessly slaughtered.

"Teams one, two, and three, you are responsible for assassinating Waza and Yue Yi. Remember, you have to kill them. No need to leave them alive."

"Teams four, five, and six, follow me. Our target is An Fuman. If we can capture him alive, we will capture him alive. If we can't, we will kill him."

Wang Ang had a cold face, wearing ordinary clothes, holding a sword, and shouted: "Let's go!"

There were more than 200 people in total, and each team had less than 40 people, but they were all the elite of the elite Jinyiwei.

They were well-trained. After hearing the order, they quickly dispersed and divided into six teams, heading towards their own targets.

At this moment, Ye Qingying also quickly left the city. Dozens of inner guards came out from nowhere and gathered in front of her.

Ye Qingying said in a deep voice: "Cooperate with Jinyiwei to assassinate the core figures of the chieftains, control the middle-level figures on the list, and act according to the plan."

"Yes."

Although all the inner guards are women, they are not young and beautiful. They are big and strong, look ordinary, and wear ordinary clothes. They are not only good at fighting, but also inconspicuous.

They also quickly integrated into the battlefield and looked for their targets.

On the tower, seeing this scene, Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't help laughing and said: "Today's battle can lay the foundation for the victory in the southwest. The next step is to eliminate the remaining enemies and restore the southwest to a bright and clear world."

"Deng Su, the reform of the chieftains and the new law must be prepared. Your work is the hardest."

And Deng Su was already trembling with excitement. He had never seen such a war scene, and he had never heard of such a way of fighting.

"Don't worry, sir! I will do my best to revive the southwest!"

He said excitedly: "I and hundreds of officials from the Chengdu Provincial Government are ready to ensure that the new law can be quickly implemented."

Zhou Yuan smiled and said: "It's not just Sichuan. From today, you are the governor of Sichuan and Guizhou. The reform of the native system and the new law in the two provinces will depend on you."

"In this process, you must also train a large number of new people."

Deng Su said seriously: "I will remember it in my heart! I will do my best!"

Zhou Yuan was in a good mood and laughed: "Let's go! I'll go down and take a look!"

...

"No! No!"

An Fuman led the army all the way south and saw that the soldiers of the Tusi Adu and Tusi Wumeng were also fleeing. For a moment, he was dumbfounded.

He murmured, "No, Mr. Guo, why are they also running? Aren't they going to attack me?"

Mr. Guo smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir. In fact, they also think that you have defected."

An Fuman was stunned for a moment, and in a flash, he suddenly understood everything in his heart.

He opened his mouth wide, "Ah" a few times, and then roared, "Don't worry, your mother! How dare you lie to me!"

He was about to kill Mr. Guo with a sword, but when he looked closely, he saw that Mr. Guo had run nearly ten feet away.

This guy... is not a weak scholar, he runs so fast!

An Fuman was so angry that he screamed and roared, "Quick! Sentinel! Go and tell Waza and Yueyi that we have all been deceived!"

Several sentinels rode their horses to the south. Just as they walked out of the camp, several Jinyiwei rushed out of the crowd and threw darts to hit them. They quickly cut the other party's neck, dragged the body aside, and changed clothes directly.

After a moment, they mounted their horses and turned back to An Fuman.

"Capturing An Fuman alive! It's definitely a great achievement!"

The leading captain laughed, quickly approached An Fuman, and shouted: "Sir! Sir!"

The achievement is just around the corner.

An Fuman said anxiously: "What did the other party reply!"

The leading captain grinned: "They said, Sir, don't worry."

Hearing these four words, An Fuman was so angry that he could hardly stand.

And the Jinyiwei had quickly jumped off their horses and rushed towards An Fuman.

About five breathsAfter that.

An Fuman looked at the corpses in front of him and gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard! Zhou Yuan! You bastard! Don't think you won!"

He yelled, "Don't think you won! I haven't lost yet!"

After speaking, he looked at the young man behind him, took a deep breath, and said, "I don't care who you are, you have to fulfill your promise, right?"

The young man also had a cold face and said coldly, "If you weren't stupid, things wouldn't have come to this."

An Fuman's forehead veins bulged, and he clenched his fists and said, "Who would have known that Zhou Yuan could even convince the tenants! You should have started earlier!"

The young man took a deep breath and said, "It's not too late to start now!"

After speaking, he took out a flare from his arms and pulled it into the sky.

In the sky, red light flashed.

Zhou Yuan, who had just ridden out of the city gate, was stunned when he saw the flare.

He wondered, "What does this mean? An Fuman has a backup plan? Or do Tusi Adu and Tusi Wumeng have a backup plan? That shouldn't be the case. We have considered everything."

Xiong Kuohai also wondered, "There are definitely no other soldiers in the southwest. This flare was sent by An Fuman. What is he going to do?"

Zhou Yuan shook his head and said, "We'll know if we go and see. Xiang Yong has been holding back for so long. He is enjoying killing people now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly blew in front of him.

An inexplicable sense of crisis surged in his heart.

Almost instantly, an old man suddenly appeared three feet in front of him, with his hands clasped together, looking at Zhou Yuan quietly.

He had no hair, was very old, had wrinkles all over his face, had a skinny body, wore a dark red robe, a yellow monk's robe, and wore Buddhist beads. His eyes were as sharp as a torch, as if he wanted to see through Zhou Yuan's soul.

In just this moment, Zhou Yuan felt cold all over, his scalp was numb, and he fell into an ice cellar.

Xiong Kuohai shouted, "Where did you come from, monk? Get away!"

"Old Bear! Run for your life!"

Zhou Yuan roared and turned around on his horse and left.

"Om!"

Before Xiong Kuohai could react, he heard a Buddhist chant, like the sound of a huge bell, enough to penetrate metal and stone, penetrate the heaven and earth, and even penetrate the shackles of time, sweeping the whole world.

"Wow! What the hell..."

Xiong Kuohai felt a sharp pain in his chest, and felt his blood surging. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell straight off the horse.

Zhou Yuan was not feeling well either. He felt his body was numb. The internal force of the Pure Yang Wuji Gong surged in his body, making him unable to use any strength, and he fell to the ground.

"Go! Go!"

Old Bear climbed up with difficulty, pulled out the knife in his hand, and blocked Zhou Yuan.

He shouted: "Run! Go find Xiaoying! Lao Zhou... help me take care of your sister-in-law..."

"Run!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed directly towards the old monk.