"Come!Come!Come!"

Dong Zhuoqing knew that it was difficult for him to defeat the black-armored swordsmen in front of him, and shouted loudly to the guards outside.

However, no one rushed in.

It was dead silent outside, and the whole courtyard was so quiet that it seemed as if there were no guards here.

Dong Zhuo, who has always been extremely suspicious, saw this situation, his heart instantly felt like he fell into the eighteen levels of hell, and he couldn't help but feel a little more panic on his face.

There were hundreds of armored soldiers guarding his mansion. Even when he was sleeping, Lu Bu and his personal soldiers were guarding him.

Because Dong Zhuo knew that many people imagined these assassins coming to pick his head secretly, but how could they disappear today?

This is impossible!

Dong Zhuo's horrified eyes were full of unbelievableness. He did not believe that he would fall into this bad situation in front of him.

He actually called every day and said that the earth was not effective!

With difficulty resisting more than a dozen assassins, Dong Zhuo shouted loudly without giving up.

However... no guard rushed in.

He couldn't figure out how it could be like this?

His mansion is strictly guarded, and it is not an exaggeration to compare with the iron walls. How could these assassins sneak in?

Moreover, the guards in the mansion were gone, not even a single person!

It is impossible for outsiders to do this.

unless……

A thought flashed through Dong Zhuo's mind in an instant, unless... it was a thief, Lu Bu did it!

Only Lu Bu can do this.

Thinking of this, Dong Zhuo's heart suddenly felt like he was cutting an axe with a knife, and he was covered in blood.

Lu Fengxian and Wang Yun were very close to each other recently, and he knew about this. However, he always felt that this person was loyal and did not have any doubts. He even gave him a treasure knife, but he never expected... He had never expected that he was so ambition!

"Lu Fengxian, I treat you like a son, so how can you treat me like me? How can you be with your conscience?!"

Dong Zhuo, who had disheveled hair and looked like the White-haired Lion King, bit a mouthful of dirty blood and scolded loudly.

He was very unwilling and extremely unwilling to accept it!

The assassin leader's sword in his hand was like a gust of wind. He stabbed Dong Zhuo several swords on his legs with a tricky technique. He snorted coldly and said, "Secretary Dong, don't put gilds on your face. Your guards have already been tricked to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and the rest have been killed by us! It's okay to tell you, we are the ones under the character "Armor of the Nine Palaces of Hanyang! I haven't heard of it before, right? This time, you will definitely remember it."

"Hanyang Jiugongsi? The character Jia is impossible! Lu Fengxian is my son, how could he easily get this trick? If you want to use such a clumsy technique to cover up, your master is a waste! Is it Wang Yun's idea or Fengxian's idea?"

Dong Zhuo had lost the strength to fight at this time, and was just fighting for a ruthless spirit in his heart and continuing to resist.

The leader of the assassin caught Dong Zhuo's breath because of his injury, and suddenly slashed through Dong Zhuo's throat with a sword, and said with a cold expression: "Don't doubt it, let me tell you again, I will write a word for Jia in the Jiugong Siyu, remember! As for your fake son, we have checked it carefully. Generally speaking, he will not be fooled. But unfortunately, because my man killed his beloved woman! He is so arrogant but has a strong affection for women, do you think he will not go crazy?"

Dong Zhuo's throat made a horrible sound, like a bellows that were pushed rapidly. The breath in his chest did not give him hope of birth, but blood was gurgling all over the ground.

The angry he had just opened was gone in the wide open eyes, and it slowly calmed down, with a little more relief. Perhaps he heard the last words. What he couldn't bear was Lu Bu's betrayal, but he seemed to be able to accept it by the enemy.

The words Liu Yun in Hanyang became the last symbol in his mind.

However, he was destined to be unable to avenge this revenge.

A generation of heroes in troubled times painted the final chapter of his life.

Whether he heard this last sentence or didn't hear it.

But no matter what, he could no longer think about it and could no longer fight.

All his ambitions have been destroyed by this cold light sword.

"withdraw!"

With a shout, more than a dozen assassins quickly climbed out of the window and disappeared completely in a blink of an eye.

In the messy hall, the light and shadow were uncertain, and the dozens of footsteps quickly disappeared until they completely disappeared.

The silence around him suddenly seemed to die, and Cai Yong shrank behind the pillar. The only thing he could hear was the violently beating heart in his old chest.

His face turned pale, as if he had been drained from blood, and his body was sweating more like he had just been taken out of the hot water. Holding the pillar with both hands, he slowly stood up, looked at Dong Zhuo who was lying under the window, still glaring, and sighed.

Those agile assassins did not look at him from beginning to end.

It seems that he is an irrelevant person!

This is what Cai Yong felt fortunate and sad at this moment.

Hanyang Jiugongsi... The character Jia... Cai Yong murmured in his heart, and had never heard of this name before.

It should be set by Liu Yun, the lord of Hanyang.

...

On the morning of the second day after Dong Zhuo's death, and on the second day after Liu Yun conquered Hanzhong, Liu Yun led his army to leave Hanzhong.

He personally led 6,000 elite cavalry as the vanguard. In order to ensure the speed of the march, the soldiers brought their own food for half a month. Each of them had two horses and walked to Ziwu Valley that Zhuge Liang had given up when he captured the Central Plains and rushed to Chang'an.

Zhao Deng led the remaining 14,000 soldiers to serve as the rear army, walked the road, walked around Wuzhangyuan, and arrived in Chang'an.

From Hanzhong to Chang'an, you have to cross the vast Qinling Mountains when taking the shortcut. At that time, Liu Yun had four roads to choose from, all of which were plank roads in the Qinling Mountains, but the degree of steepness was different. Liu Yun thought about it repeatedly and thought that it would be easier for the cavalry to go to Ziwu Valley.

But even with all the plans and considerations, Liu Yun still ignored the steepness of Ziwu Valley. The speed of the march was limited by the rugged roads, which was only slightly faster than the infantry.

Liu Yun calculated accurately and had a fault in the face of unknown terrain.

From Ziwu Valley to Chang'an, it is a seven hundred miles of mountain road. Liu Yun originally planned to be difficult to achieve within five days.

It seems not to be afraid, but now it seems to be an inevitable event.

This mountain road trip made Liu Yun suddenly make up his mind to treat road construction as a very important thing in the future. To win a battle, the road must be built first.

As the saying goes, the war is of great speed. Xiahou Dun is known as the general of rapid development and marched 500 miles in three days.

Liu Yun often does such things now, and has done everything he travels nearly 300 miles a day.

But he was really restricted from the rugged mountain road and plank road of Ziwu Valley.
Chapter completed!