Yan Shiyu's words startled Fang Qian so much that he almost gave himself away, and he nodded repeatedly in agreement.
"Yes, good. The Emperor is waiting, so hurry up!"
After speaking, Yan Shiyu slowly turned around and walked back to Chen Zhennan's side at a leisurely pace.
"Your Majesty, there's definitely something fishy going on. Those officials look extremely nervous, and Fang Qian will definitely not come."
Chen Zhennan narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Tell the brothers to prepare for battle. Fang Qian might do something desperate."
Yan Shiyu nodded slightly, then hurriedly whispered to his brothers behind him, "His Majesty has ordered everyone to prepare for battle, obey orders, and charge in."
The team members quickly and silently adjusted their positions, each grabbing a submachine gun from behind their backs, like a pack of cheetahs ready to pounce at any moment.
Just as Yan Shiyu had guessed, Fang Qian did not intend to go to greet the emperor.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He turned to the other ministers, his voice resolute: "There's no time to consider. Since we don't intend to receive the emperor, let's just send troops to kill him. What do you think?"
The other ministers exchanged glances and then nodded silently.
They knew that once they took this step, there would be no turning back.
Xiang Hao stepped forward, gritting his teeth, and said, "Lord Fang, we will all listen to you. As long as we can restore our country, we are willing to take this risk!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Qian made a decisive order, turned around and looked at the palace wall, his voice suddenly becoming loud: "Archers, prepare! Imperial Guards, prepare to attack! Attack on my command! Everyone charge straight at Chen Zhennan. Don't worry about anyone else. As long as Chen Zhennan is killed, the rest of us will be leaderless."
As Fang Qian spoke, the five thousand imperial guards who had been lying in ambush inside the palace gates drew their swords and awaited Fang Qian's orders.
Chen Zhennan, on the other hand, remained calm, with no trace of panic in his eyes.
Turning to look at Song Yunyang, Chen Zhennan said hesitantly, "Yunyang, don't get involved later. After all, they were originally officials of the Great Yan. I'm going to break in. You just need to protect your own safety."
Song Yunyang gave a soft "hmm," her eyes filled with a complex emotion.
“I understand. As the marshal of the Great Yan, even though there have been changes around me, it would indeed have a bad influence if people saw me killing a former official of the Great Yan.”
A tense atmosphere permeated the space between the two sides, as if even the air itself had become heavy.
Dark clouds loomed overhead, the sky was gloomy, and a chilling atmosphere permeated the air of the capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Fang Qian stood in front of the palace gate, with the assembled Imperial Guards behind him, all ready to fight.
Fang Qian took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and then shouted suddenly, "Kill!"
As Fang Qian shouted, the imperial guards cavalry inside the palace gates charged out first, yelling as they rushed toward Chen Zhennan.
The thunderous sound of horses' hooves shook the heavens and the earth, raising clouds of dust, and the ground beneath their iron hooves seemed to tremble.
The cavalrymen's eyes were filled with fanaticism, and their long swords gleamed coldly in the sunlight, pointing directly at Chen Zhennan's troops.
Seeing this, Chen Zhennan slightly curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes showing no fear, only calmness and decisiveness.
He reached out and slowly picked up the submachine gun, gently releasing the safety with a calm and steady motion.
The dense cavalrymen drew closer and closer, their hooves thundering. When they were less than fifty meters away, Chen Zhennan shouted "Fire!" and pulled the trigger first.
The powerful firepower and strength of the submachine gun were on full display at this moment; a volley of bullets instantly killed more than ten cavalrymen.
Chen Zhennan's team members also opened fire, and the dense gunfire resounded through the sky and earth, with fire and smoke filling the battlefield.
Bullets rained down like a storm, striking the cavalry and their horses with dull thuds.
The neighing of warhorses and the screams of cavalrymen mingled together, creating a tragic scene of the battlefield.
The cavalrymen's armor proved extremely fragile under the impact of bullets. Some cavalrymen were hit by bullets, their bodies jerked backward, and they fell heavily from their horses, slamming to the ground, blood gushing from their mouths and wounds.
Some warhorses were hit, neighing in pain, their front hooves rising high, throwing their riders off, before crashing heavily to the ground, raising clouds of dust.
Before Chen Zhennan, men and horses were thrown into chaos. Many cavalrymen were hit in vital areas by bullets and died on the spot. Their bodies were trampled by the following warhorses, leaving them bloody and mangled.
Some cavalrymen survived, but as their horses fell, their legs were crushed under the horses, causing them to scream in agony.
The corpses of warhorses piled up like mountains, blood stained the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.
Fang Qian stood in front of the palace gate, watching the one-sided massacre on the battlefield, his face turning pale.
He hadn't expected Chen Zhennan's team to be so powerful, and his heart was filled with despair. He could only place his hopes on the bravery of the Imperial Guards.
Xiang Hao was so shocked by the horrific scene before him that he trembled all over. His hands gripped the palace wall tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Before the battle began, Xiang Hao even thought victory was assured, but he did not expect that defeat was already predetermined from the very start.
"This...how is this possible?"
Cao Kedi's voice trembled, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
The other ministers beside him also stared blankly, their expressions stiff, as if frozen in this moment.
After running out of bullets, Chen Zhennan did not change to a new magazine, but instead slowly drew the long knife from his back.
The blade reflected a cold light in the sunlight, just like his eyes, sharp and resolute.
"Brothers, it's been a long time since we've fought on the battlefield. Don't forget your old trade. Today, follow me and fight once again in the mortal realm! Kill!"
Chen Zhennan's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated like thunder across the battlefield.
With a shout, Chen Zhennan took the lead and charged out first.
His movements were fluid and swift, his longsword drawing graceful arcs in the air, each swing accompanied by a whistling sound, and each slash accurately striking the enemy's vitals.
His swordsmanship was concise and efficient, without a single superfluous movement; every strike was filled with deadly power.
Yan Shiyu followed closely behind, his long sword dancing like a dragon.
Without a doubt, the enemy cavalry's attention was focused on Chen Zhennan. His job was to ensure the Emperor's safety.
Special forces roam the battlefield like ghosts, and someone falls with every clash of swords.
Two hundred men charged in the opposite direction against a cavalry army of over a thousand, with infantry continuously arriving from behind, yet they managed to gain the upper hand.
The special forces soldiers were like tigers descending the mountain, their warhorses galloping at breakneck speed, like a black typhoon, and Chen Zhennan was the eye of that typhoon with the greatest energy.
Under Chen Zhennan's onslaught, the cavalry began to crumble. Unable to withstand the special forces' offensive, they scattered and fled.
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