Yan Shiyu looked around and found that the explosions were not concentrated, but rather scattered quite evenly.
"Wang Xiao, send someone..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Shiyu's gaze was drawn to a group of cavalrymen dressed in white.
These cavalrymen brandished their long swords, hacking at anyone they saw, as if they were ghosts from hell.
Yan Shiyu's heart tightened, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Wang Xiao! There are assassins in the city known as Shadow Assassins, wipe them out!" he shouted, his voice ringing out loudly amidst the chaos.
Wang Xiao frowned slightly upon hearing this, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "Captain Yan, there are less than a thousand Imperial Guards at the East Gate. What if chaos breaks out in the city and someone takes advantage of the confusion to attack the East Gate?"
Yan Shiyu took a deep breath and quickly considered his options. After a moment, he made a hasty decision.
"Wang Xiao, give me eleven fast horses, and I will personally go out of the city and wipe them out."
"Okay, Captain Yan, I'll go prepare right away."
This was no challenge for Wang Xiao, and he immediately nodded and hurriedly ordered people to prepare horses.
Soon, the horses were brought over, and Yan Shiyu turned around, descended the palace wall, and led ten team members to mount their horses.
"Everyone, listen up! Be careful when you fire, and don't hurt the civilians in the city! Return immediately after you've killed all the white-clad cavalry!"
The ten team members nodded in unison, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit, ready for battle.
"Understood, Captain!"
Upon seeing this, Wang Xiao immediately ordered his men to open the city gates. Yan Shiyu did not hesitate at all and rushed out first.
"Everyone scatter and fight on your own!"
At his command, the ten team members scattered and rushed in different directions, quickly merging into the chaotic crowd.
Yan Shiyu rode his horse at the forefront, the wind whistling past, gradually blocking out the noise around him.
Yan Shiyu's anger flared as he locked his gaze on the white-clad cavalry gradually appearing ahead. The blinding white appeared particularly sinister in the firelight.
He switched off the safety on his submachine gun, aimed at the white-clad cavalrymen who were preparing to attack the helpless civilians, and fired decisively.
Gunshots rang out in the night sky, knocking the cavalryman off his horse, his blood splattering onto the cold stone slabs.
The surrounding restaurants, casinos, and brothels seemed to be devoured by merciless flames, with thick smoke billowing and turning the entire sky red.
On the streets, terrified crowds surged like a tide, their screams and cries mingling together to create a chaotic and tragic symphony.
"Calm down! Everyone, calm down!"
Yan Shiyu's voice boomed like a bell, attempting to convey a sliver of reason amidst the chaos.
However, faced with the current panic, it seems that no one is willing to listen to his advice.
People fled in terror, their faces contorted with despair, as if they might be swallowed up by this merciless disaster at any moment.
He was secretly anxious, his brows furrowed, pondering how to control the situation.
Just then, two special forces members dressed in black and wearing red cloaks suddenly walked out from the end of the street.
"Go, find those Shadow cavalry!"
Yan Shiyu intended to order his men to search for the missing white-clad cavalrymen, but the two men acted as if they hadn't heard him. They drew their long swords and attacked the innocent civilians!
"Stop! What are you doing?!"
Yan Shiyu's voice was loud and angry, tinged with helpless shock.
What exactly happened?
His heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the expression on his face changed from shock to anger, with an uneasy flame flickering in his eyes.
However, the two men in black seemed to ignore his shouts, their blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight as they slashed wildly at the people on both sides of the street.
Blood splattered, the bright red liquid drawing arcs in the air before landing on the ground, instantly staining the already filthy street red.
Yan Shiyu felt a surge of emotions and slowly raised the submachine gun in his hand.
"This isn't a special forces team! They're imposters!"
The long knives in the hands of these two team members were not special forces knives, and they did not have submachine guns on them.
Yan Shiyu fired decisively, the bullets like messengers of death, hitting the two imposters precisely.
However, at that moment, more and more cavalrymen in black and red robes appeared, like demons emerging from hell. Yan Shiyu saw through their true identities at a glance.
Yan Shiyu picked up his submachine gun, ready to take out these assassins one by one, but these cunning enemies dismounted and blended into the panicked crowd.
Yan Shiyu clenched his teeth, his heart filled with anger and helplessness.
He dared not fire; the assassins had already blended in with the innocent civilians, and he could not risk harming any of them.
He hurriedly dismounted, drew his long sword from his back, and roared as he charged toward the assassins disguised as his teammates.
"You beasts! Prepare to die!"
When one of the imposters saw Yan Shiyu rushing towards him, he cruelly killed a passerby and then charged straight at Yan Shiyu.
The remaining people continued their frenzied slaughter of the civilians on both sides of the street.
Yan Shiyu felt a chill run down his spine. He already understood why the Shadow people were doing this, but at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it further.
He gripped his long sword and charged toward the imposter coming from the opposite direction.
Yan Shiyu was incredibly fast, stabbing his opponent in the chest with his knife. However, to his surprise, his opponent was no weakling either, and was equally fast.
He twisted his body to dodge Yan Shiyu's knife, and then swung his knife back to slash at Yan Shiyu's neck.
Yan Shiyu's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively leaned back, dodging the fatal blow.
In the midst of the danger, he didn't hesitate to kick out with great force, striking his opponent squarely in the chest.
But at that moment, the other person also kicked out, and the two of them kicked each other in the chest, making a dull thud.
"Well!"
The imposter grunted and took a step back, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected Yan Shiyu to react so quickly.
The first round ended so easily. Yan Shiyu pursed his lips. This time, he had finally met an opponent who was not so weak.
"It seems that you beasts have finally shown your true colors."
The other person didn't seem to understand what Yan Shiyu meant, but his expression showed that he understood the contempt and hostility in Yan Shiyu's words.
Gripping his long sword tightly, Yan Shiyu narrowed his eyes slightly and sized up his opponent.
"You shorty, I'll send you to your death!"
With a loud shout, Yan Shiyu charged forward without hesitation, his long sword aimed directly at the opponent's chest.
The two clashed instantly, exchanging blows and kicks. Amidst the flashing blades, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.
Each collision was deafening, like thunder, and the surrounding pedestrians had already scattered and fled in terror from the atmosphere of the battle.
Chaos reigned in the city, while undercurrents began to stir within the imperial palace.
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