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The Forbidden City, the Military Aircraft Department, is brightly lit.

Prince Yigong loves Xinjueluo? Abundant? Headed by Sai Shang'a, Mu Yin, Du Han, Kuang Yuan, Wen Xiang and other military ministers, they sat around and were talking about it.

"Your Majesty ordered us to negotiate peace with the envoys of Britain and France, but now tens of thousands of soldiers from Britain and France have died outside the Old Summer Palace without warning, what should we do, what should we do now!"

"The British and French ships are strong and have died so many people, if this is revenge, I, what will we use to resist!"

"Could it be that our soldiers killed people?"

"Impossible, the troops of Seng Lingqin and Ruilin, you didn't see it, almost all of them were wiped out, and there were only a few people who came back, how could it be that they killed them?"

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A group of military ministers paced and walked around, and they were discussing fiercely.

"Lord, you say, what should we do now, do you want to bring Your Majesty back?"

Minister of Military Aircraft Wen Xiang looked at Prince Gong and asked.

Prince Gong's head also hurt very much, the British and French troops came in, the elder brother was good, he ran to the Chengde summer resort for refuge, gave him a hat of the minister, and asked him to lead people to clean up the mess, which already made him anxious.

Now that something like this has happened, he really doesn't know what to do.

Fight, the Qing Dynasty will definitely not be able to defeat the foreigners!

Peace?

Tens of thousands of soldiers died in Britain and France, so it is strange that they can sit down and negotiate peace.

As for the old brother who went to Chengde to pick him up, don't even think about it, the British and French troops just came in, and they left a holy decree to slip away, and at this time the British and French forces had no warning, and they all hung up, if he could come back, unless his head was kicked by a donkey.

Just as Prince Gong was thinking wildly, a guard ran in in a panic.

"Oh no, no, the remnants of the Anglo-French coalition army in Beijing have been assembled, almost more than 1,600 people, and they are coming towards the Forbidden City in full gear."

"What!"

"More than 1,600 Anglo-French troops are coming!"

Prince Gong and the others were all frightened.

"Lord, what should I do, the Forbidden City is the face of the Great Qing Kingdom, if this is brought in by the British and French forces, then, then our Great Qing Kingdom will be ......"

"yes, what to do, what should we do now!"

Just when everyone was like ants on a hot pot, not knowing what to do, a sharp eunuch's voice came in from outside.

"The emperor has arrived!"

The emperor has arrived?

Isn't the emperor in Chengde Summer Resort, how could he drive it, that turtle king bastard, who ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, dared to make such a joke at such a time!

Hearing the eunuch's shout, the ministers of military aircraft, including Prince Gong, were stunned at first, and then all showed angry expressions and rushed out violently.

One by one, they opened their mouths and were about to scold, and ordered someone to take off the eunuch who shouted and behead him.

However, in the next second, all the ministers of military aircraft, including Prince Gong, all stared at the boss with round eyes and open mouths, and looked at the figure in a bright yellow dragon robe not far away in disbelief.

That's right, the figure in the bright yellow dragon robe is Ye Haishan, who has transformed into Xianfeng, and behind him are Zhang Long and Su Shun.

The three of them set off from the Chengde Summer Resort, and Zhang Long drove the helicopter gunship back overnight.

Emperor, Emperor!

Really, it's really the emperor!

Prince Gong and the others were stunned for another two seconds, and then they all knelt down.

"The ministers knock on the emperor, long live the emperor, long live long live!"

"All Aiqing, let's be flat!"

Ye Haishan replied lightly.

"Emperor Xie!"

Prince Gong and the others got up, and then looked at the two people behind Ye Haishan, Su Shun, they naturally recognized it, but Zhang Long, they were angry.

"The Emperor's ......"

"Yi?, if I heard me correctly, at this time, more than 1,600 British and French troops are coming towards the Forbidden City in full armor?"

Prince Gong was just about to ask about Zhang Long's identity when he was interrupted by Ye Haishan.

After he was stunned for a moment, he hurriedly said: "Back to the emperor, yes, this evening, the British and French forces attacked Beijing, and our Qing army was defeated, and even suffered defeats, almost annihilating the whole army."

The younger brother was ready to negotiate peace with the British and French envoys, who would have thought that more than 10,000 British and French troops attacking Beijing would suddenly ambush and execute all outside the Old Summer Palace without warning......"

"Your Majesty, the British and French ships are strong and the guns are strong, and their fleets are still stationed at the mouth of Dagu in Tianjin, they are going to retaliate, the ministers, the ministers are afraid of our Qing Dynasty......"

Ye Haishan said with a smile: "Yi?, don't worry, don't worry, the fleets of Britain and France stationed at Dagukou have been annihilated by His Excellency the God of War." ”

Fleet, annihilation, Lord of War?

The information revealed by Ye Haishan's words was so amazing that Prince Gong and the others were all stunned.

"That's right, it's His Excellency the God of War!"

Ye Haishan pointed to Zhang Long, who was dressed in iron armor and straddled a long knife on the side, and said, "This is the thirty-third generation of the guardian god of war in China, Zhang Long." ”

Zhang Long Chong Gong and the others hugged their fists and said: "I am the thirty-third generation of the guardian god of war in China, Zhang Long, more than 10,000 British and French troops outside the Old Summer Palace were killed. ”

When Prince Gong and the others heard this, they glanced at each other, and they all showed suspicious looks.

"You, you are alone, how can you kill more than 10,000 people on the other side!"

A military aircraft minister said.

Su Shun walked out at this time and scolded: "Wen Xiang, Your Excellency the God of War's Shenwu, the emperor, and I have all seen it, you can doubt me, but the emperor's words, do you dare to doubt it?" ”

On the way here, Zhang Long had already shown Su Shun the powerful firepower of the helicopter gunship, so for Zhang Long to kill more than 10,000 British and French troops alone, Su Shun felt that it should be so.

Being scolded by Su Shun like this, Wen Xiang was frightened and knelt on the ground, trembling, and said in a trembling voice: "The emperor, the emperor, wronged the emperor, the old minister, the old minister really didn't doubt the emperor's meaning, the emperor ......"

"Aiqing, get up, those who don't know are not guilty."

"Your Majesty."

Wen Xiang trembled and stood up.

Ye Haishan looked around at everyone and said, "Those invaders came at a very good time, just in time for you to see the divine martial arts of His Excellency the God of War. ”

"Let's go, go with me, and His Excellency the God of War, and meet the invaders!"

Ye Haishan said, walking towards the gate of the Forbidden City, Prince Gong and the others did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly followed one by one.

Tiananmen.

When everyone came to the top of the Tiananmen Tower, more than 1,600 British and French troops also happened to arrive at the bottom of the Tiananmen Tower.

Bang bang bang~

Gunfire erupted, and the guards at the gates were shot to the ground by the British and French forces.

Listening to the sound of gunfire close at hand, Prince Gong and other ministers were all trembling and pale.

Zhang Long and Ye Haishan looked coldly at the invaders below.

Ye Haishan said murderously: "Your Excellency the God of War, please!" ”

Zhang Long nodded, and under the stunned eyes of the ministers, he pulled out the long knife at his waist, flew down from the thirteen-meter-high city tower, and rushed straight to the British and French troops under the city tower.