We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Chapter 676 Shazha Chang

Park Nam-geon was like a stray dog, and only with the desperate protection of his personal guards did he escape from the tragic battlefield at the dock.

Looking around, the world was so vast that there was no place for me to stay.

The Goryeo Kingdom was destroyed because of the rebellion of his Park family.

He took refuge with Prince Feng Li Che, but was treated as an abandoned pawn.

Now he betrayed King Feng again and led his troops to launch a surprise attack, but was hit head-on. Even his younger brother Park Nansang was killed on the spot by a brave general of the Fengtian Army.

"Li Che...Fengtian Army..."

Park Nanjian chewed on these two names, and a cold despair spread from the bottom of his heart.

According to the values ​​of the Central Plains, his actions are no different from those of a traitor.

But Park Nanjian was not from Qing, and he had no loyalty or shame. He felt no guilt for what he had done, and he only felt fear of the Fengtian Army and Li Che.

He looked towards the direction of the Baekje capital, and a glimmer of hope finally ignited in his eyes.

Among the Three Kingdoms, Goryeo had been destroyed, Silla had been defeated, and only Baekje did not openly participate in the rebellion.

More importantly, Prince Feng Li Che was currently leading his army to fight in Japan, making it impossible for him to reach them.

He may not know that Baekje's general Shazhachang, who commands a large army, is also their secret ally.

If he goes to Shazhachang at this time, there may be a glimmer of hope.

Park Nam-geon changed into ragged refugee clothes, mixed in with the fleeing crowd, and made a difficult trek to the capital of Baekje.

When he saw the city gate from afar, his heart sank.

The city gates were heavily guarded, and the guards were no longer the lazy Baekje soldiers he was familiar with.

The soldiers standing solemnly with spears in their hands were all tall and strong, wearing fine armor.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, scanning every citizen entering and leaving the city gate, exuding the murderous aura of a veteran on the battlefield.

Park Nanjian felt his throat dry and whispered to a pale, skinny refugee beside him, "Brother, why is the royal city so on guard... These soldiers look unfamiliar."

The refugee glanced at him weakly. "You just escaped here? The Fengtian Army entered the city a few days ago and took over the defense."

"They say they're helping maintain order and prevent the defeated Silla soldiers from causing chaos... It's nothing. These Fengtian troops may look intimidating, but they're actually quite reasonable. As long as you don't cause trouble, nothing will happen."

Hearing the refugees' words, Park Nanjian's heart sank to the bottom.

Fengtian Army, it’s Fengtian Army again!

The speed was so fast that even the capital of Baekje was under its control!

He had witnessed with his own eyes the horrific scene of the Fengtian Army's armored cavalry slaughtering his own army, and thought that those armored cavalry were also very few elite troops in the Fengtian Army.

But looking at these ordinary Fengtian Army soldiers defending the city at this moment, their strict military appearance and sophisticated equipment all show that the elite of this army are from top to bottom.

A huge sense of bitterness surged into Park Nanjian's heart.

How foolish of me to attempt to challenge such a behemoth?!

Park Nanjian took great pains and was interrogated several times before he was able to sneak into the city.

He did not dare to move rashly, and only sneaked into the general's mansion when night fell.

The mansion still looked the same, but the atmosphere was much more depressing.

The servant led him inside, where he saw Shazha sitting alone in front of the desk, with cups and plates scattered on the desk, and the room was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Shazhachang was even more drunk and could not get up from his desk.

The panic in Park Nanjian's heart instantly turned into a rage. He picked up a half-full wine jug on the table and poured it over Sha Zhachang's head.

“Puff—cough cough!”

The cold wine made Shazhachang look up suddenly, and he looked at the person who came with his drunken eyes.

After a moment, he forced a strange smile and said, "Captain Park? You're so lucky that you didn't die under the sword of the Fengtian Army?"

"I'm not dead..." Park Nanjian said hoarsely, "but my brother is dead! All the tribesmen and soldiers I brought with me are dead! They were all buried under the iron hoof of the Fengtian Army!"

"General, we were wrong! Very wrong! We underestimated the Fengtian Army, and even more so, we underestimated Li Che!"

He stumbled, almost losing his balance. "The Fengtian Army was clearly wreaking havoc in Japan, mobilizing large-scale troops for cross-sea operations. We all thought that the rear was empty, and this was a golden opportunity!"

"But who could have imagined that the remaining Fengtian Army could actually mobilize two full armored cavalry units!"

"Two! Over ten thousand armored cavalrymen, General. That's a force capable of crushing mountains and rivers. How can we stop them? How can we win?!"

Shazhachang wiped the wine off his face and seemed to sober up a little.

He looked at Park Nanjian's distraught appearance, and a trace of imperceptible contempt flashed in his eyes.

Then he pushed the wine jug away, sat up straight, and said in a hoarse voice with a hangover: "When you and I conspired to start this incident and put our lives on the line, shouldn't we have anticipated this kind of thing?"

"Now that we've lost the bet, we can't blame anyone else. Why is Chief Park complaining about it? He should be thinking of a way out."

Pu Nanjian was startled and immediately rushed to the table, grabbing Sha Zhachang's sleeve eagerly:

"General! What should we do now? The Fengtian Army has taken over the city, and the Baekje army can't move!"

"Li Che... Li Che will eventually find out everything that happened here. With his temper and the methods used by the Fengtian Army, we will definitely be liquidated!"

Park Nanjian's voice trembled with fear. He didn't even dare to look directly into Sha Zhachang's eyes, for fear that he would see murderous intent to silence him.

After all, Baekje was not directly involved in the rebellion, and the two men were completely in contact and conspiracy in private.

Although there were deployments within the Baekje army, Shazhak Chang would only inform his confidants, and even the Baekje king was unaware of it.

As long as Shazha Chang kills himself, the only person who knows the truth, perhaps he can get himself out of it.

Shazha often looked at Park Nanjian in silence.

After a long time, the cold lines on his face slowly softened. He reached out and gently patted the back of Park Nanjian's hand that was holding his sleeve, and said in a gentle voice:

"Chief Park, don't panic. The sky isn't falling yet."

He paused, his tone carrying a strange soothing power: "This matter is a conspiracy between you and me. You and I are grasshoppers on the same rope."

"If you really must go to the underworld, then this general will accompany you on the Yellow Springs Road."

Upon hearing this, Park Nanjian's tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and a sense of exhaustion washed over him, as if he had just survived a disaster. Tears even welled up in his eyes.

"General..."

He seemed to have grasped the last straw.

Sha Zhachang suddenly changed the subject, his eyes becoming deep and sharp: "However, in order to survive this disaster, I still need one thing."

Park Nanjian looked up blankly: "What is it?"

Shazhachang did not answer, but slowly withdrew his hand.

Half an hour later.

The heavy door of the general's mansion opened.

Shazha often wore the neatly ironed uniform of a Baekje general, with a sword hanging from his waist, and was meticulous in every detail.

His face was calm, and in his hand he was holding a bundle wrapped in fine brocade, with faint dark red wet marks.

Outside the palace gate, a personal soldier brought in an extraordinary warhorse - it was a BMW gift from the former king of Baekje.

Shazha often climbs onto his horse with steady movements.

He carried the bloody bag and rode his horse slowly.

Passing through the quiet streets, the sound of horse hooves knocking on the bluestone slabs, all the way to the palace.