Chapter 130: The Riot Riot Ends

Li Liang was cautiously preparing to take the empty wine bowl from Amin Belle's hand. This was already the last scene of his most humiliating day, according to the bronze mask, as long as he could honestly go through the whole process, they promised to let themselves and their two concubines leave Gyeongbokgung Palace.

Seeing that Li Liang was about to catch the empty wine bowl, Amin felt his stomach twitch as if he was being caught. Well? Amin felt that something was wrong, and let go of the empty bowl, but backhanded Li Liang's outstretched hand and held it tightly.

But this seems to be my own delusion, and the discomfort in my stomach flashes by. He looked at Li Hui, who was doing everything as usual next to him, and felt that he was a little too sensitive. It is no wonder that at Houjin's banquet, Amin Belle not only brought his own cups, but even spent a lot of money every year to pay for the guards who were in charge of drinks around Da Khan.

"This wine is really good! It's a lot of energy. Amin let go of Li Liang's hand and said to Fan Wencheng next to him with a smile.

Li Liang took the wine bowl, and was just about to lie down and climb back to his concubine's hand. Amin's stomach twitched violently again. This time it felt much stronger than last time. Through the open top, he could even see that his stomach collapsed as if he had been punched, and then rolled wrinkles like a breeze blowing across the lake. While he was still wondering, his stomach returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Lord Belle?"

The closest to him was Toto, who seemed to see Amin's anomaly. Although it is said that in the royal palace of Korea, they enjoy the rights of the victors as the biggest victors. However, you can't stare at your belly half-lying.

Amin felt a little bad.

Boom...... Boom......

With two feet, he kicked away the palace maid who was kneeling in front of him and stood up, walked to Li Liang, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at Fan Wencheng and said:

"Fan Wencheng! Is this the end of today's event? If there is nothing behind, I'll go. ”

"Lord Belle, you are the most honorable person here......"

Before Fan Wencheng finished speaking, a more violent convulsion in Amin's stomach appeared, this time accompanied by convulsions and severe pain, which directly made the defenseless Amin squat directly on the ground. I happened to be face to face and saw Li Liang wearing sheepskin on the ground.

At this time, in the eyes of Amin Belle, who was already sweating in pain, Li Liang, who was honestly afraid, seemed to be laughing at himself.

"Fetch me a knife!"

The painful Amin gritted his teeth and said. He wanted to cut his stomach open with a knife to take a look. Li Wei panicked, he didn't know why this person looked at him with hideous eyebrows.

Fan Wencheng not only did not step forward, but walked a few steps away from Amin. Toto was kind enough to walk in front of Amin Belle in a few steps.

"Lord Belle? What are you? ”

As he spoke, he was ready to help Amin up first. Amin also handed his hand to Toto, ready to stand up and bounce to see if he could relieve his symptoms. Is it the wrong thing to eat today? Or is it a problem with this glass of wine? But why are others okay?

However, the arm he stretched out to Toto also began to shake violently, and then he bent his back behind his back at an incredible angle.

"Hmm............"

Amin was about to open his mouth, but found that his mouth was also beginning to be crooked, and he had a little trouble speaking.

"You...... Under...... Next ......"

Amin stretched out his left hand with all his strength and hugged Li Liang, who was still lying on the ground.

"You're ......... Poison! ”

"Call the Great Witch! Fast! Fan Wencheng completely put his heart into his stomach this time. He shouted very anxiously, but the whole person couldn't move. Dawu is still in his Yongtai warehouse, even if he is called there, it will be too late.

What's more, this is the medicine that the Great Witch handed over to him, I heard that outsiders can't smell it at all, and it is very toxic.

Amin was speechless. The muscles of his entire face began to twitch violently, squeezing his mouth and eyes together, so that he could not say a word, and suddenly he could not see anything. He had no choice but to transfer his pain to Li Liang, who was caught between his thick arms.

Li Liang was choked by Amin's arm, and it got tighter and tighter. This made him stop talking, and even his breathing became more and more rapid.

As a result, there was an extremely strange scene in the entire hall, like a pantomime of modern art.

The clothes on Amin's body fell off, and his naked body twitched and folded and staggered, shrinking smaller and smaller. And Li Liang's neck and head, which were also naked, were deeply trapped in Amin's flesh and were strangled to death. The limbs that struggled desperately tangle and intertwine with Amin's naked body.

"Actually poisoned Houjin Baylor, caught these people first, and avenged Amin Baylor!"

Fan Wencheng didn't wait for Amin's final ending, and then he took his attention away from the two intertwined nudes. shouted to the Houjin people in the main hall.

Toto was really angry, as a bodyguard, he knew the consequences of a Baylor's death in North Korea. He rushed up and kicked Li Hui, who was already stunned by the scene in front of him, down.

"Keep them all alive! Find out who poisoned Erbele! ”

Hearing Fan Wencheng's words, Toto put away the big knife that had been drawn from his back. Instead, he kicked Li Hui directly not far from Fan Wencheng.

It was at this time.

Rumble...... Rumble......

There were several huge cannon roars from the square in front of the gate outside the main hall, and Fan Wencheng suddenly felt bad.

"Draw the knife!"

The black-clothed army led by He Renlong rushed in from the main gate of Gyeongbokgung Palace, and the first to go was the sword and gun battalion, they held their spears in the middle, and the fire battalion spread out to both sides.

"After the Jin rebellion, the Ming Dynasty was ordered to beg the thief! The prince Li Hao is here, where is the king of Joseon, Li Liang! ”

After standing, He Renlongben did not rush to attack, but organized a reserve team to protect Li Shu, the son of the Joseon king Yi Liang, and then began to shout together according to the script. At this time, strength is important, but reputation is more important, what is needed is to nail Hou Jin's behavior to aid and abuse and disrupt the Korean government.

The shouts here clearly spread to the main hall, although the dozen or so important ministers inside the hall have not moved, but many people have quietly moved their hands and feet, although they don't know who is coming, but as long as there is chaos, they have a chance to escape. Who becomes the king and who will take refuge in it doesn't matter to these people now, hold on to their lives first.

Fan Wencheng was in an extremely bad mood when he saw that his victory dinner was interrupted like this.

"Guards, don't the Veilers have knives in their hands?"

"Of course not." Toto looked puzzled, hadn't you heard that there were still Ming soldiers in Hanyang City?

"Then you don't take down all these clowns who came out of nowhere! So what are you waiting for? What are the Veilers waiting for! Others haven't reacted yet, but Fan Wencheng knows that what is outside now must not be a rabble.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have quietly killed all the guards he had set up in front of and behind Gyeongbokgung Palace.

He Renlong didn't wait at all, the shouting made the scene even more chaotic, and as soon as the fire battalions on both sides of him were in place, his long knife fell.

For the first time, the black-clothed army of the Ming Dynasty, a mixture of muskets and spears, faced the Houjin Curtain Army.

Hou Jin's reaction could not be said to be unpleasant, although many of their soldiers were not neatly dressed, but after they saw the face of Da Ming on the other side. The victories of the past made these people still scream and rush over.

"Hold still, don't move!"

He Renlong pushed the spear battalion to the front and did not charge. In his eyes, the current Houjin is a rabble, with no cavalry on the flanks and no terrain that can be blocked, and the current situation is simply tailor-made for the black-clothed army.

At this time, the fire battalion guerrillas stared at the distance of the first row of soldiers in Houjin, and at the same time tightly held the muskets of the heralds beside him in their hands. His job was to fire the first shot.

When Toto ran out of the main hall, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

There was confusion at first, but as they ran, they were naturally neat, and the neat pace made them more excited. In the eyes of the elite curtain army of the Houjin Dynasty, the army of the Ming Dynasty is usually much more neat than itself, but as long as it leaves the city, it often can't withstand its own wave of impact. And they have also faced that kind of strange fire gun many times, this kind of thing can't hit themselves, not to say, but to hit themselves, that is, to use a knife to rip out and bleed.

The "Bang ............" Gun Battalion fired the first shot indicating that it was ready to fire.

"Bang ............"

The soldiers of the first platoon of the firecracker battalion opened fire at the same time. Then there was a quick evacuation, exposing the firing interface, followed by another round of firing. Faced with the traditional military formation of cold weapons that gathered troops, the muskets basically did not think about aiming.

In the past, the brave Houjin soldiers in it almost couldn't even touch the face of the black-clothed army of the Ming Dynasty.

Another characteristic of the firebolt is that although most of the people who are almost shot lose the ability to move, they cannot die in the first place. When the Golden Veil Army was lying on the ground after more than forty percent, the wails caused the whole team to begin to disperse.

"Ready! Charge! ”

The black-clothed army of the Ming Dynasty beat the war drums, and in the rhythm of the war drums, both the firecrackers and the spearmen did not run, but raised their weapons and stepped forward step by step.

Such a scene made Tsuruhime, who was watching the battle from behind, dizzy.

She didn't even shy away from holding Yue Hesheng's hand, "There are these firecrackers in the trade, when can we get these." ”

Yue Hesheng also put his mind at ease, for the old man, he felt that selling these firearms, which were called the important weapons of the country, to Dongying was simply an act of betrayal, and it was not good to equip them to the defenders of Datong. But His Majesty the Emperor told himself that this thing is not just something that Da Ming can make, and this money really can't be worth it if he doesn't make it. What's more, looking at the firearms on His Majesty's personal soldiers, according to the emperor's language, it is finally a bit of a shadow of a gun.

"When the Tokugawa general agrees to let us mine the silver mountain for ten years, the Ming Dynasty can even transfer the fire guns in the hands of our army soldiers directly to you."

The old man made a sky-high offer.

Now they are not in a hurry, just run over it step by step. It's better to force Houjin to jump over the wall in a hurry, and it's better to kill the king of Joseon, Li Liang.

"Master Fan!"

It was Toto who came back, he was a warrior, but he was more of a smart warrior than a muscular warrior.

"This time the Great Ming Evil Sect is powerful, we can't stop it."

Before the words fell, Fan Wencheng had not yet made any reaction, and more than a dozen North Korean important ministers dispersed in a hurry. Some ran to the apse, and some to the door of the temple. Old man Shen also threw away the plate in his hand and hid behind a large pillar with the head of his eldest grandson.

Fan Wencheng knew that he was careless. The Daming merchant group is not a folk merchant group at all, they are like a yellow finch staring behind them.

"All come in, block the door." Toto was still beckoning Houjin's scattered soldiers to assemble in the main hall.

"Don't worry about it!" Fan Wencheng was decisive and decisive, and he didn't drag the mud and water at all.

"Zhuo Shichang, come here." He took off his coat and threw it to Zhuo Shichang, "Now I'll leave it to you here." Kill everyone here, and then wait for you at the Dongying Caravan Dock for the division. ”

Then, without looking, he turned around and walked to the back of the main hall, where several men in bronze masks stood by.

"Let's go, go straight back to Pyongyang from the mountain road."

Toto glanced back at Zhuo Shichang, who picked up Fan Wencheng's clothes, shook his head, and followed Fan Wencheng into the secret passage hidden in the closet.

The tunnel had obviously been built many years ago, and at every bend there was a group of Houjin soldiers. Fan Wencheng walked by, and these soldiers also followed silently with torches.

When we were about to get to the exit, there were a lot of people and countless huge wooden boxes. Toto looked into the arms of those people and knew that there was definitely a huge amount of gold in it.

Fan Wencheng didn't say a word, took out a small iron crossbow from his arms, looked at the flattering smile on his face, met his people's head, and shot into his face with a whoosh.

Seeing that Fan Wencheng made a move, the soldiers who followed him did not hesitate, and began to shoot with crossbow arrows.

When the secret passage went out, it was already outside Hanyang City, and dozens of carriages were waiting outside.

"Throw away the cart and let's go!"

With horses, these Houjin soldiers seem to come back to life. In an instant, Fan Wencheng was surrounded by dozens of cavalrymen and headed towards the vast mountain.

"Fan Wencheng wants to run!"

In He Renlong's heart, killing Fan Wencheng was the first priority tonight. He has always taken the little guy who has seen Fan Wencheng with him.

Seeing a man wearing a green robe and a fur around his neck surrounded by dozens of soldiers, he rushed out of the gate of the main hall and broke through in the direction of the back garden of Gyeongbokgung Palace. The little guy next to him pointed at the man in Tsing Yi and shouted.

He Renlong waved his hand, and a large group rushed up from both sides, and soon surrounded the group of people in the center.

"I, Fan Wencheng and Da Ming, are incompatible!"

"Be careful!"

The encirclement of the black-clothed army of the Ming Dynasty became smaller and smaller, but he did not see the flickering fire in the hands of "Fan Wencheng".

"Boom!"

A ball of fire burst directly from the middle of the encirclement.