Fierce battles.

What Mu Chengda really didn't expect was that even after the opponent lost the cover of firepower, his troops still didn't successfully break through the Heart Cultivation Palace.

The sturdy doorposts of the Heart Cultivation Hall became an excellent cover, and although the gate had already been breached in the previous charges, the brocade guards still managed to withstand several invasions.

The tactics of refueling, which had lasted all night, had exhausted the will of the soldiers of the Left Guard Battalion.

For the first time, Mu Chengda learned the ferocity of Jinyiwei - these minions, who have always been ridiculed as royal watchdogs, will have such a brave and kind side.

"Newspaper—"

A person came from the noon gate, and when Song Bozong heard this voice, his heart became faintly uneasy, and before he could finish approaching, he stepped forward and asked urgently, "What's wrong?" ”

"The prince Chen Yicong led the troops and attacked from the north gate!"

Song Bozong's heart sank, "...... How many people did you bring? ”

"It's hard to estimate the lower official, he claims to be five thousand!"

Mu Chengda and Song Bozong's eyes suddenly widened - this important place in Gyeonggi has always been taboo to have heavy troops, and the deployment of the entire city defense is only 3,000 troops, even if the Flying Tiger Battalion rushes back, it is only more than 1,000 people, where did Chen Yicong bring back 5,000 troops?

"Don't panic! This is just his excuse, it is impossible for there to be so many soldiers near Pingjing," Mu Chengda scolded, "Where are the people?" ”

"It's already noon......," the soldier's voice was a little helpless, "he asked to open the palace gate immediately, otherwise he would attack!" ”

"He will attack, won't you defend it?" Mu Cheng said angrily, "The palace wall of the imperial city is so high, and there is a moat outside, don't say that he has five thousand people, but another five thousand people-"

Before Mu Chengda finished speaking, another voice came.

"Newspaper—"

A messenger came from the east, and this sound hooked Mu Chengda's heartstrings tightly.

"What's wrong again?"

"Tell my lord, the spies ahead have reported that Shen Jichuan has returned from the direction of Qinzhou with the Flying Tiger Battalion!"

Mu Cheng was so shocked that he took a step back.

"Song ...... Song Ge Lao? Mu Chengda looked at Song Bozong, "You didn't mean Shen Jichuan ......?"

"Impossible!" Song Bozong shouted categorically, "It's impossible for him to know the movements in the palace—"

Seeing the panic in Song Bozong's eyes, Mu Cheng knew that he was not very reliable at this moment.

"Where is Shen Jichuan?" Mu Cheng asked in a deep voice.

"It may be less than ten miles away from Heikyo now," replied the herald in a loud voice, "and how to deal with it, please give the order immediately!" ”

Order......?

What else is the order now......

The Flying Tiger Battalion is no different from other defenders, it is a front-line army that has experienced the baptism of war and is serious about 800......

What is the combat power of such a thousand-person team...... He understood it with his toes.

Mu Chengda felt that his throat was a little dry, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

"Mu ...... Master Mu, what is ...... Until now, only ...... Only...... There is a ...... One...... One way. ”

Song Ne, who had been silent beside him, suddenly opened his mouth at this time.

Both Song Bozong and Mu Chengda turned their eyes to this young man who was severely stuttering.

"Withdraw." Song Ne said extremely calmly, "Bring ...... Bring King Qi. ”

Song Bozong's eyes lit up, and he only felt that in the midst of a dead end, there was a trace of vitality - that's right, as long as King Qi is still there, coupled with this edict in his hand, there is always the possibility of a comeback in the future.

Patience and patience, patience and patience - didn't he rely on this criterion to slowly climb from a Hanlin Shuji to today's position?

"Reasonable." Song Bozong regained his composure, "As long as the green mountains are here, why not be afraid of the wind and rain in the coming days." Master Mu, I think we might as well take advantage of now-"

"Song Pavilion Old ——!!!"

Qu Xiu's cry could be heard in the distance.

Several people looked at Qu Xiu, who was hurriedly running to this side, and Song Bozong's heart had a bad premonition.

Qu Xiu burst into tears, and the whole person looked like someone had taken away the backbone of his heart.

His eyes were red, his face was like ashes, and he fell in front of Song Bozong in a panic.

"You...... What are you doing here? Song Bozong frowned, "Didn't you let you lead the troops to guard the Chengqian Palace?" ”

Qu Xiu cried so much that he couldn't breathe, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Speak!" Song Bozong scolded sharply.

“…… It's gone," Qu Xiu spitted out two words with difficulty from his throat, snot and tears covered his face, "It's all ...... Nope. ”

"What's gone? What's gone! Mu Chengda grabbed Qu Xiu's placket, "Say it clearly!" ”

"Everybody...... It's gone...... Qu Xiu's teeth trembled, "my sister ...... Holding ...... Holding King Qi...... From...... From the castle tower...... ...... from the castle tower"

Qu Xiu didn't finish the rest of the words.

But he didn't need to go on.

For a while, Song Bozong only felt a thunderbolt fall on a sunny day.

It's all over.

As soon as King Qi died, everything was really over......

The glory and wealth of the past, the power of the sky...... In an instant, the ministry came to naught.

The tide is over.

Song Bozong's feet softened and fell into Song Ne's arms.

The herald waiting for the order on the side was already impatient, and he looked up at Mu Chengda, who was already stunned, "My lord! What the hell is going to happen now! Please come up with an idea, the soldiers ahead are still waiting for you-"

Mu Chengda's eyes were already red.

He turned slowly, looked at the herald with an anxious expression, and then quickly drew the sword at his waist and slashed at the man without warning.

Blood splattered three feet, and Mu Chengda's eyes showed a crazy look.

"I'm sick of it...... Noisy and noisy...... I don't care what you do......"

He took one last look at the Heart Cultivation Hall and exclaimed, "Stop attacking!" ”

The soldiers in front of the Heart Cultivation Hall stopped.

"Collect the troops!" Mu Chengda commanded.

"Mu Chengda...... You...... What are you doing? Song Bozong's voice trembled.

"You ...... I don't care who I love," he raised his sword, "line up!" Go to Shenwu Gate! ”

"You ......" Song Bozong pounced, "You can't be at this time-"

"Get out!"

Mu Chengda kicked Song Bozong's chest and abdomen, kicking him back several steps away, Song Ne hurriedly went up to support his old father - Song Bozong spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

He is already old, where can he withstand Mu Chengda's kick.

The ribs are about broken.

Song Bozong collapsed in Song Ne's arms, barely able to move—the sharp pain distorted his facial features, and he looked at the sky that was still wafting with wisps of gunsmoke.

A few birds were flying high in the sky.

In the dim and dull Heart Cultivation Palace, several figures suddenly flashed.

Han Chong and several other brocade guards walked in front with embroidered spring knives, and behind them was the princess Zhen.

Behind Zhen, there are also Sun Beiji, the secretary of the household department, and Zhang Shouzhong, the secretary of the military department.

It seems that the people who curled up and hid in the Heart Nourishing Hall last night seem to have come out.

The soldiers stood there, not knowing for a moment how to react.

Zhen's gaze swept over the pitch-black, scorched earth outside the Heart Cultivation Palace, which had been reduced to ruins after a night of fighting.

Her face was still stained with the blood and dust of last night, her hair was already in a messy bun, and a few strands of black hair fell down, and she was casually curled behind her ears by the princess.

The ground was a solidified sea of black blood, and with each step they took, the hem of their clothes was inevitably stained with blood.

There was no fear or anger on Zhen's face, she gently flicked Han Chong's blade and stood in front of everyone.

"After a night of fighting, I should be tired." The princess looked at the soldiers not far away, "Can you talk?" ”

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