Du Ya's blood was not vomited for the dead Zhao Zhonglang, but for himself.

After hearing such a tragic death of Zhao Jing, Du Ya suddenly figured out everything.

"I used to want to be a Chinese scholar Lang Pingzhang, now look back at the previous list, Yang Juan and Cui Youfu died in a short period of time, Yang Yan and Dou Shen were ruined, Han Rong and Zhao Jing were stabbed to death, Xiao Fu, Lu Qi, and Zhang Yansheng couldn't afford to be deposed, Li Yu was barely a good death, but he was also exhausted by the huge state affairs, only Gao Yue, who was in power for less than half a year, is now leisurely traveling as a guest of the prince - the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, can't be, can't, who should die!" Thinking of this, Du Ya had cold sweat on his forehead, and all the obsessions he had before were like a big dream, but now they seem to be ridiculous.

In the entire county party, seeing that Du Ya had blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, sitting in front of the case, the defense generals, Yu Hou, and the detainees all thought that he was anxious for Zhao Jing's tragic death, and they all stepped forward, beat Du Ya's chest and back, and asked him what to do now?

"What else can I do, quickly point up all the defenders, first seal the Dingding Gate and Changxia Gate, prevent the thieves from escaping, arrest a few, copy out the confession, and find out the real murderer who killed Zhao Zhonglang!" Duya wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his voice was heartbreaking.

At the foot of Yique Longmen Mountain, the horn sounded, and the defenders of the brigade, under the orders and command of the generals of the Eastern Capital, hurriedly moved and ran in the direction of Dingdingmen.

Among them were two tiger cannons, which were also carried by the defenders on pack horses, and Duya rode the cannons and carried them himself, acting with his men.

This is a life-threatening matter, and if he shows cowardice and incompetence at this time, the rest of his life will be over.

Du Ya's IQ was also on the line on the back of the turbulent horse, and a large number of defenders first surrounded him to Zhengpingfang after entering the Dingding Gate, that is, Zhao Jing's assassination:

Miserable, miserable, Zhao Jing's headless body was lying on the sandy street, still covered with a purple robe, the jade pendant and goldfish bag on his waist were all ripped away, one foot still had boots, the other foot was bare, the boots were more than ten feet away, accompanied by a long bloodstain, and the horse next to him lowered his head and stood under the wall, it seems that the thief led the horse here, and then dragged Zhao Jing, Zhao Jing could still struggle at that time, and the fall of the boots was proof of struggle, but the thief quickly lost patience and cut off the head of the prime minister by execution.

As for Zhao Jing's servants, none of them were left alive, all of them were stabbed to death and hacked to death, the corpses were all horizontal and vertical, and the walls and trunks of the workshop were full of traces of blade chopping.

Over there, under the pomegranate tree, the defenders found the murder weapon, a firecracker.

There are also a large number of dregs after the burning of the divine thunder medicine at the scene, this fire gun has been transformed, and the projectile fired is more powerful, as for the inscription engraved on the fire gun, it has been worn away in advance, and there is no clue.

Coincidentally, in Zhengpingfang, it was the residence of Yan Lu Gong Yan Zhenqing, when Yan's family was frightened, carrying a lantern to guard the door, the group of thieves held Zhao Zhonglang's head, and asked who lived in this house, and the answer was "Yan Gongshi", the thief actually said, "Gongshi is loyal, I can't commit it", and left.

"Head, head." Du Ya asked eagerly, so the group of defenders guarded the eastern capital again, and when they arrived at the ditch in Yishui in the city, on the mud under the sand bank, they saw Zhao Jing's head.

A group of defenders who stayed in the city lay ambush in front of Duya, saying that after Zhao Zhonglang was assassinated, the Xuanzhen Fang, where the mansion was located, was also attacked by thieves, two officials on duty were killed, and the stables were on fire, they rushed out to chase the thieves, but the thieves ran fast in the night, and still carried Zhao Zhonglang's head in their hands, and when they saw that we were chasing after the murderer, they threw the head into the ditch of Yishui, and turned back to shout to us:

"Don't chase me, chase and kill you!"

"They want to seize the mansion, and then take the opportunity to seize the palace city in Luoyang!" Duya judged naturally.

Then Duya's whole head was bigger, "The route of the thief's escape points to the ......"

Xingjiaofang, Ziqing Ping Lu Jun stayed in the backyard, and the whole pot exploded.

The officials and soldiers were so angry that they all gathered in front of Pinglu General Zi Jiazhen and Mencha, saying that the head of Prime Minister Zhao Jing had been cut off just now and thrown into the ditch in front of the backyard where we had left.

Zi Jiazhen and Mencha were shocked: "That monk is acting quietly, why don't you know that we are waiting?" ”

"Yuan Jing drank at Foguang Temple yesterday and the mountain shed shed in Yique Luhun County, and he did not do this."

At this time, the two exclaimed: There is a thief who killed the prime minister and wanted to frame my Pinglu army!

But it's too late.

Countless defenders came from all over the streets, and the goal was to surround the backyard of the Pinglu army in Xingjiaofang.

All the squares in the eastern capital also beat the official street drums in turn, and the fangs shouted: "There are thieves who kill the ruling court, and they are instructed by the Pinglu army to stay in the backyard, and the men in each fang are holding bows, arrows, and canes with Da Yin to Xingjiaofang to kill thieves, cut off a head, reward fifteen yuan, and two sections of silk!" ”

In an instant, thousands of defenders, plus thousands of volunteers and brave people in the eastern capital, like a raging ant colony, surrounded the streets on all sides of Xingjiaofang, and two of the tiger cannons were also put down, stuffed with cannonballs, and faced the gate of the backyard of the Pinglu army.

In the backyard, Zi Jiazhen and Mencha put on armor, held the horizontal knife, and shouted to more than 100 officials, soldiers, and their families and children: "We were framed, but now we can't argue, we can only break through and kill, remember the Changxia Gate, and then go to Zhongyue Foguang Temple to meet Yuanjing, and then go to the east and go back to Ziqing!" ”

Now the entire Xingjiaofang is besieged, but we still have to take the Changxia Gate and go out, and we have to go to Ziqing with the Yuanjing monk in Songshan, which is simply a lifetime of nine deaths.

As a result, many family members of the Pinglu Army in the backyard cried.

But soon there was fire to melt their tears:

In all directions, there was a sharp whistling sound, and countless arrows tied to the incendiary cartridges were ejected from the bows and crossbows of the Eastern Capital defenders, and all of them were shot into the backyard of the Pinglu army, piercing into the roofs, grass roofs, and buildings.

Flames burst out from the gaps where the arrows were hit in the backyard, and those who set up ladders to carry buckets to put out the fire were also hit by arrows, screaming and falling down.

"Don't put out the fire, rush out!" Zi Jiazhen and Mencha yelled, then pulled the latch and pushed open the door of the south courtyard.

Amidst the shouts and angry shouts, more than a hundred people of all colors who stayed in the backyard also followed these two with weapons, protruding from the courtyard gate like a tide.

Thirty paces away, a bamboo basket full of earth formed a wall across the street, behind which the shining muzzle of the tiger cannon faced the door of the backyard of the Pinglu army.

"Fire." Duya waved the flag in his hand.

The Tiger Cannon spewed out several clouds of green smoke, and then retreated one after another, shooting out a snow-like lead pellet, which crackled directly across the bodies of the officers and soldiers of the Pinglu Army.

The first Zi Jiazhen, the helmet was shattered, the armor on his chest was blown to pieces, and a lead shot broke the horizontal knife in his hand, and the broken blade flew upside down and penetrated into his eye sockets.

But the other Pinglu troops still stepped on the bodies of the dead who were injured by the guns, and ran for their lives!