After a whole morning of trouble, Nianhan was completely disdainful of this and just made his own conclusion behind his back: "Wuzhu, Hela is not bad. After a few years when the world is stable, he can be a king who maintains the status quo. If we let him ascend the throne now, it will inevitably cause trouble... He is really a man!"

Wuzhu turned around and nodded to the eight attendants who had come in with Wanyan Tan but had not left together. Half of them, or four people, also went out together, and at the same time closed the main door of the lobby, which had only four doors opened from beginning to end.

The room did not suddenly darken, because the skylights around it had been opened long ago. Even Nianhan did not react at this time, but continued to talk non-stop: "Besides, as ministers, how can we easily do such things as deposing and enthroning? It will only cause trouble later."

"But if that's the case, then if the Marshal imprisoned the king and Puluhu and others, wouldn't it cause trouble?!" Wuzhu took something from a servant, turned his back and spoke sarcastically.

Seeing Wuzhu coming towards him with his hands behind his back, Nianhan immediately frowned and pretended to stand up. This was an instinctive defensive action, but his mind had long been distracted by Wuzhu to Wanyan Tan, and he did not wake up... Moreover, he really did not think in this direction... This action was just a defensive posture on the psychological level.

But soon, an accident occurred. When Wuzhu was three or four steps in front of Nianhan, Wanyan Pu's slave, who was sitting on the cushion on the side, suddenly cried out on the ground, then stood up and stepped back a few steps.

Although Nianhan was still confused, or a little bit unbelievable, it did not prevent him from realizing that Wuzhu was going to do something extraordinary. His instincts from many years of battlefield training made him immediately grab the horsewhip at his side and whip the opponent on the head.

Wuzhu was staggered for a moment, and Nianhan took advantage of the opportunity to run to the door sideways.

The whole place was in a panic. Wanyan Xiyin didn't know what was going on. The others just stood up in panic, but no one dared to take direct action.

"Hold him down!" Wuzhu covered his bleeding face, was the first to react, and gave a loud order.

The four guards from the Yanjing Han family in front of the door actually looked at each other when they heard the words, and then tried to stop them. However, Nianhan was so experienced in the battlefield that he ignored them and rushed forward together, creating a two-foot gap in the originally sealed door, and half of his body was already sticking out!

But what he never expected was that there were also four people outside the door, eight attendants, four inside and four outside, who took advantage of the situation and held down Nianhan together.

Half of Nianhan's body was outside the hall, and the other half was still inside. His limbs were held down by eight well-prepared warriors. He could only shout to the outside of the hall: "Someone is plotting treason, come and save me!"

In front of the empty lobby of the Shangshutai, almost at the far edge, about a hundred steps away, a dozen Moukes were stunned at the same time, then drew their swords without hesitation and rushed forward.

Even the soldiers on duty seventy or eighty steps away were shocked and shaken... It was obvious that as long as those Moukes caught up, these people would definitely turn around and rush forward.

However, after only walking a dozen steps, the dozen Moukes heard a shrill scream, and then the Fourth Prince, leading the Right Deputy Marshal Wanyan Wushu, pushed open the door with all his strength. His face was covered with bloodstains, and he appeared behind the wailing man, the Grand Marshal Nianhan, holding a bloody golden hammer.

Seeing this, a dozen Moukes almost instinctively felt guilty, and then their pace slowed down rapidly.

Then, Wuzhu hammered at the back of Nianhan with all his might, and then hammered at the back of Nianhan's head again, stopping the latter's wailing. The Moukes and the wavering soldiers stopped and looked at each other... Some people were thinking, how nice it would be to have a Meng'an who could make the decision at this time? ! Others were thinking, if the Marshal was killed by this hammer, what was the point of saving him? !

What is a strategy?

This is the most direct and effective strategy... After three blows, by destroying the opponent's body, publicly announce that this person can no longer fulfill his political promises, and the matter will be settled. After all, Sheyema, the eldest son of Nianhan, is not qualified to be compared with those people in the provincial hall who have the qualifications to establish a country and have military power.

Catch the thief and his leader, and kill the marshal with three hammers.

"What are you waiting for?!" Wuzhu, who was kneeling on Nianhan's back, smashed the back of his head with a hammer, splashing blood on his face. All the warriors below were shocked, and he turned back and shouted fiercely. "At this point, the hammer has been hammered, do you still want to bet on him? Talan! Yin Shuke! Erliduo! Woben! Xiyin! Pu Jianu! What the king's edict said, have you forgotten?! Now that he is dead, can the affairs of the country be handed over to others?!"

Every time Wuzhu called out a name, the soldiers outside the hall became quieter. When he called out the king's edict, they were almost all stunned, so much so that the last sentence was almost like a wink to a blind man.

It is said that although Nianhan was hit twice on the back and the back of the head by hammers, he did not die. Instead, he stretched out a bloody hand. A Mouke below, who had received favor from Nianhan on the battlefield, was so angry that he could not bear it anymore and tried to move forward again.

But at this moment, Marshal Zuo Jianjun Talai appeared, took the hammer from Wuzhu, and hammered hard at Nianhan's outstretched hand on the threshold, almost smashing half of Nianhan's arm to the ground... The latter immediately vomited blood in pain.

At the same time, Wushu, who had handed over the hammer, went out and stood beside Nianhan, pointing his blood-stained pale face at the soldiers on duty and the hereditary Mouke at the steps.

Seeing this, the only hereditary Mouke who rushed forward a few steps in the distance trembled like a sieve and could no longer move forward... He was almost certain that if he took another step forward, the Fourth Prince would definitely call out his name and his family background.

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