Zhao Huan, Niu Gao and Wang Huaiji had just walked to the square in front of the Daqing Palace when they suddenly felt a shaking underground.
The three of them took a few steps back and took a look. They saw that the floor tiles where they had just stood suddenly flew into the air, revealing a dark hole in the ground.
"Is this a tunnel?" While Niu Gao was still wondering, Wang Huaiji had already stood in front of Zhao Huan. He magically took out a gong from his chest and a drumstick from his back pocket, and started beating them loudly.
"Someone come, there's an assassin!"
"Someone come, there's an assassin!"
Yes, this operation is very cool.
The war came so suddenly.
There was no friction, no declaration of war. It appeared in front of everyone in the simplest and most direct way.
Inside the tunnel, Wanyan Zongbing listened to the sharp voice coming from outside the tunnel and thought to himself, "That's right, this voice belongs to a eunuch. He has indeed arrived at the Bianjing Palace."
Wanyan Zongbing took the lead and climbed out of the tunnel.
"You bastard, you disturbed my sweet dream and now you want to come out? Get out of here." Niu Gao held a large knife in his hand and struck Wanyan Zonghan's head with great force.
Wanyan Zongbing quickly rolled over to avoid it, half-crouching on the ground and looking forward.
A big black man holding a steel knife, looking very powerful, was obviously a fierce general. If he had not dodged quickly, he would have been almost cut in half by the knife.
A burly man wearing eunuch's clothes, holding a gong and drumstick, was staring at him hatefully.
Wanyan Zongbing was stunned. "Is this a eunuch? That shrill voice came from this bear-like giant? Is this what eunuchs are like?"
The last person was wearing a yellow robe with dragons and phoenixes embroidered on it. He was very elegant and looked like a noble in the palace. A noble in the imperial palace, wouldn’t that be the emperor?
Zhao Huan was also looking at the person who jumped out of the tunnel, and saw him:
He was dressed in a scarlet brocade robe embroidered with flowers, and covered in gold armor inlaid with dragon scales. In his hand was a golden axe with a phoenix head and a chi tail. He looked like a mighty warrior splitting the mountains, like a devil in disguise, and was extremely powerful.
The two looked at each other and saw hatred in each other's eyes.
Wanyan Zongwang jumped up from the ground and rushed towards Zhao Huan: "You damn emperor, give me back my third brother's life?"
Zhao Huan quickly retreated, thinking rapidly in his heart: "Third brother? Wanyan Zongfu, with a Chiwei Fengtou Golden Sparrow Axe, this can't be Wanyan Zongbi Jin Wushu, right?"
Niu Gao swung his sword to block Wanyan Zongbing's full-strength attack, and sparks flew between the axe and the steel sword.
Niu Gao took a half step back, shook his arm which was numb from shock, and laughed triumphantly: "Hehe, you kid can't do that. Your big brother can push me back three steps with a full-strength attack, but you can't do that!"
"Are you Niu Gao? You're the one who killed my third brother!"
Wanyan Zongbing immediately launched a fierce attack on Niu Gao, with clanging sounds non-stop. Niu Gao was beaten back repeatedly. No matter how awesome he was, he couldn't win.
"Come and help!"
Niu Gao turned around and shouted to Wang Huaiji, "This Jin soldier is very powerful. I am no match for him in a one-on-one fight."
When he turned around, he was disappointed to see Wang Huaiji carrying Zhao Huan towards Jiying Palace.
Looking back, behind Wanyan Zongbing stood dozens of Jin soldiers who were also wearing armor and were still climbing out of the tunnel in an endless stream.
"Look at my special move!"
Niu Gao roared, and the steel knife in his hand flew out and stabbed towards Wanyan Zongbing's face.
Wanyan Zongbing dodged to the side and looked forward. Niu Gao had already walked towards Wang Huaiji and His Majesty without looking back.
"Separate, separate, let's go to Jiying Hall." Zhao Huan shouted, "Niu Gao, go to Funing Hall and get Doctor Sun's firearms, then blow up the tunnel entrance and seal it off."
The Imperial Guards had all gone to support the defense of Bianliang, leaving only less than fifty eunuchs of the Eastern Palace and five hundred heavily armored soldiers in rattan armor in the palace.
The Imperial City Guards still had two thousand men guarding the Bian Jing Palace, but distant water could not put out a fire, and they could not arrive in less than a quarter of an hour.
We don’t know how many people are in the tunnel, but it’s definitely not a small number. Now we can only retreat quickly to Jiying Hall and resist with the help of weapons and the palace.
"Ten of you stay here and guard the tunnel entrance. The rest of you, follow me and charge forward. We're going to capture the little emperor alive tonight. I promise that once the city is captured, you'll have your free rein for three days."
“Roar, roar, roar!”
"Kill the little emperor of Song!"
"Revenge for the Third Prince!"
Wanyan Zongbing led a group of elite soldiers who were screaming and chasing after Zhao Huan. They decided to capture the leader first. There was no need to rush the others because none of them could escape anyway.
The eunuchs of the Eastern Palace and five hundred soldiers in rattan armor quickly gathered and escorted Zhao Huan as he retreated to the Jiying Palace.
Zhao Huan pressed down the museum shelf, distributed the fierce oil cabinet to the eunuchs of the East Palace, and moved all the firearms such as poison smoke balls to the door to confront the Jin soldiers.
"Little Emperor of Song, please come out and surrender. I will allow you to die with honor!"
Wanyan Zongbing pointed behind him and said, "Five thousand elite soldiers are continuously pouring in and have already taken control of the key roads of the Bianjing Palace. A desperate struggle will only tighten the belt."
Wanyan Zongbi licked his lips and said, "I heard that Queen Zhu Lian is a little beauty. Don't worry, I will take good care of her for you when the time comes. Anyway, this is also the tradition of your old Zhao family."
Wanyan Zongbi laughed impudently: "Didn't Zhao Kuangyin just steal Chai Rong's land and still take care of his children and wife? And what about that little Zhou Hou of Li Yu, the last emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty? On Li Yu's birthday, he saw that little Zhou Hou was even summoned to his bed by that bastard Zhao Guangyi to play with her."
"What other poem did Li Yu write? Oh, right, 'Yu Meiren'."
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