Nango.

Men with gloomy faces began to gather in twos and threes in the streets and alleys near Judgment Square. They were armed with sticks and knives; hammers and axes; swords of all sizes, shapes, and conditions; Homemade spears and curved bows from elm trees. Wrapped in fur cloaks and woollen coats, the men braved the heavy snow around three o'clock in the afternoon, the falling snow obscuring their approach and hiding their numbers.

He Jing gathered about five hundred survivors of the Winter Revolution, and among this group of experienced warriors, he also gathered as many peasants in the southern imperial palace who were dissatisfied with the emperor. Rumors that the popular Grand Imam Hartford had been executed by Han Cheng on the orders of the Emperor instantly ignited a wave of anger in the hearts of the suffering masses in the Southern Imperial City. Those who had silently endured all the other orders and abuses of the emperor could no longer bear it at this moment. It seemed to them that the Emperor was trying to extend his tyranny to the realm of the gods, and they would not allow such a thing to happen.

The night watchmen in the Judgment Towers did not notice the approaching mob until groups of heavily armed warriors emerged from the snow and began marching towards Judgment Square. They immediately sounded the alarm bell and put their arrows on their bows. However, when the number of people in the square grew, the commander of the archers hesitated. He didn't want to make the decision to shoot arrows at the crowd, as that would only further provoke more unrest. He wasted his most precious time while waiting for orders from his superiors to tell him what to do.

And by this time, the soldiers in the tower had already decided who would bleed first. The archers in the mob aimed and shot arrows at the night watchmen patrolling the walls of the imperial court. Most of the soldiers had taken refuge behind the battlements on the ramparts, but among the opponents in the square were many of the soldiers who had fought the woodland rebels on the frontier, and there were also those who had hunted in the wilderness of the Northlands, and they had practiced their aim and eyes to a degree that the Night's Watch could not have imagined. More than a dozen soldiers were knocked out by accurate fire, and many fell in the courtyard of the fortress, as lifeless as the stone slabs they had hit.

When the order to release the arrows was finally given, the archers on the tower found that the enemy was ready for it. The mob raised rough fences made of doors and shutters, many of which had scrawled on the surface of the warning emperor. The arrows hit the planks, but failed to penetrate the people hiding behind them. The revenge of the hunters and marksmen caused several archers from the tower to fall in the narrow aisles, arrows piercing their bodies.

An angry crowd gathered on the guillotine in the center of the square, and a terrifying shout erupted from the crowd. Like a pack of rampaging wolves, the rebels toppled the abominable platform with their boots and bare hands, smashing it to smithereens, with no other weapons available. Standing on the steps of the guillotine, He Jing shouted orders to his followers, ordering them to drag the gallows down. The mob took the thick oak stakes that supported the gallows, turned around and rushed towards the huge gates of the courtroom.

When the besieged defenders announced their plight to the city, the alarm bells sounded again, and the roar of trumpets and trumpets rang at the same time. The garrison commander knew that he did not have enough men to defend the fortress if the rebels entered it. At the moment, the fools seemed content to storm the gate with their improvised battering rams, but soon one of the rebels thought of using a ladder. There weren't enough soldiers to protect the walls, and the Inquisition was so vulnerable to the raging rebels.

The defenders of the Inquisition stared frantically at the sprawling palace nearby. There were hundreds of soldiers in the palace, the emperor's own guards and those guys. If those warriors had come forward and suppressed the rebellion, the Inquisition would have been saved. Otherwise, the Emperor's dignity and the entire Southern Regions City will fall into the hands of the rebels.

Feng Yang watched the assault on the Imperial Inquisition, holding his breath for the moment when the violence of the mob would send the defenders of the fortress into a panic. From long experience, he knew how the soldiers reacted to the situation, and when they were asked to fight without an absolute advantage, any battle would become very terrible. When the gallows was removed and the mob used it to attack the city gates, it was a turning point for the defending commanders. Trumpets, bells, and drums rang out from the fort, boosting the morale of the defenders.

Immediate help is the palace itself. He turned his gaze in that direction and saw the panic of the palace guards. They ran around, reported to their officers, and hurried back to strengthen the fortifications at the palace gates. It went on like this for about twenty minutes, and then a sharp horn echoed in the sky above Nango.

A large group of horsemen rumbled down the marble pavement, their horses' hooves sparking sparks in the stones. Feng Yang knew that the golden cloak had the black dragon and the golden shield coat of arms on it. The lord of the Southern Emperor, the ace troops under Emperor Xiao Guang, these people are not from noble families or noble classes, but a group of mercenaries, and their loyalty to the emperor is the only loyalty they understand, gold.

Feng Yang frowned, watching the cavalry rush in the direction of the court, he didn't know how long He Jing and his rebels had been fighting in such a terrible situation. Although they had already taken some measures to delay the actions of the cavalry, barricades were erected on many streets, and the shooters were waiting on the rooftops to snipe at the enemy. Despite this, as a cavalryman, Feng Yang knew the power of the cavalry charge, and the psychological damage it caused to disciplined troops.

Many of the rioters weren't even regular soldiers yet, they were just ordinary peasants without any military experience. They will be torn apart by the emperor like pieces of paper. All Feng Yang could hope for now was that these cavalrymen would lose themselves in the thrill of killing. By the time they realize they've been scammed, it's too late.

"Your Highness, it's time." Feng Yang said to the people around him. Prince Gallo Vecchio nodded, but when he raised his hands, a puzzled expression appeared on his face again, and the chains wrapped around his hands rattled on his armoured chest.

"The ancient saints and gods will protect us." Prince Gallo Veitch said.

"Looks like we're going to need some help from Nagam as well." Marquis Sosi joked. The unkempt Yunzhou man wore chain mail and a wolfskin cloak, his thick knuckles gripping the handle of a large hammer tightly.

"I'm still going to say, you should let me try first." Count Van Sauck looked a little out of place in his shabby scale armor, and a bright blue felt hat crunched over his ears. "If it works, at least we'll be able to get in. But if we can disguise this unwashed barbarian as Han Cheng's person, it won't let us go that far. ”

Marquis Sosi's eyes gleamed with menace. "When this is over, we should talk." He growled. "As an emissary of Yunzhou City, I am authorized to negotiate with the lords of other territories."

"Don't talk about it." Prince Gallo Vecchio stopped the quarrel between the two in time. "Those peasants won't be able to hold off for long." Four attendants of Prince Gallo Vechi, dressed in the armor and uniform of the Praetorian Army, grabbed the arms of the nobles. Feng Yang also wore a similar uniform, and also wore the armband of the captain, standing at the front of the line.

The impostor Praetorian strode towards the palace gates with the captured Prince Gallo Vecchi. Feng Yang continued to whisper prayers to his gods. Now is the most dangerous moment in their plans.

As they approached, the palace guards lowered their halberds with a suspicious look on their faces. Feng Yang mustered up his courage and roared at the guards who threatened him.

"We arrested the traitor, Gallo Veitch, on charges of sedition." Feng Yang said. "Get out of the way, let's take this rebel party to a place where he belongs."

The guards continued to stare at Feng Yang with suspicion. Feng Yang noticed that one of them glanced at a bronze bell in the corner.

"You know why those peasants are attacking the Inquisition!" Feng Yang roared. "They thought we had Gallo Vich locked up there, and they wanted to release him! Let's get in before they find out what they're doing!" Feng Yang knew that there was a play when he saw the increasingly uncertain expressions on the faces of the guards. Before the soldiers asked questions, he decided to make a final word to help them make a decision. "If this traitor escapes, I will let you personally go and explain to General Han."

The threat worked. The lieutenant guarding the gate waved his arms and motioned for the soldiers behind the wall to open the gate. Feng Yang grinned when he saw the sergeant repeating the gesture for the soldiers in the gatehouse. In their rush to get the prisoners in, they forgot the most basic security measures. He opened both doors at the same time.

"I will report to Your Majesty and the General about your service to the country." Feng Yang agreed. Then Wind's iron fist slammed into the guard's jaw, slamming him to the ground like a downed cow. The other men believed to be the Praetorian Army also sprang into action, rushing through the gate before the stunned guards in the gatehouse could close it. The rest of the troops guarding the outer gate were dragged down by sneaky people who came from behind. Soldiers of Count Van Sauck's retinue, who have been stalking wild beasts in the jungle since childhood. Sneaking up on the palace guards was a piece of cake for them.

"Once we enter the inner courtyard, we can use the escape tunnel to enter the palace." Prince Gallo Vecchio said as he untied the chains that were wrapped around his hands. By the time the palace was enlarged beyond its original size, the old escape tunnels were outdated, but for some reason the passages were never filled and were simply blocked with bricks. For someone who knows what they're looking for, reopening it will be a simple task.

Now there was no need to play tricks, and the rebels poured into the palace. Some of them were Winter Revolutionaries, but most of them were the nobles' own retinue soldiers, swordsmen, hunters, long axemen from Yunzhou and hideous halberders from overseas, archers from the Tower of the Rising Sun, and masked warriors from the Ancient Holy Land.

Feng Yang gave orders to the mixed procession and pointed them to the city gates, where Prince Gallo Vechic's attendants were wrestling with the palace guards. The fake Praetorian Army has gained the upper hand, but reinforcements will soon decide the outcome of the battle.

"Now, if we can secure the palace before Han Cheng brings his guards here," Feng Yang said in a loud voice, his voice filled with determination that he couldn't refuse.

Marquis Sosi patted the pale Fengyang on the shoulder. "I shouldn't worry about him. This issue has been solved. ”

Hearing the boasting of the Yunzhou people, Feng Yang felt that his blood was cold. "What did you do?" He asked.

The Marquis also glared at the knight with a smug smile on his face. "Irena is doing her part," he said. "When that hillbilly scum is gone, no one will worry about how he died!"

When her husband's fist slammed into her cheek, Princess Irena gasped in pain. Blood was running down the corners of her mouth. She staggered back, pounced on the dagger that had fallen to the ground. Han Cheng pounced on her before she could grab it, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her away with a savage twist. His fist slammed again, claming into her stomach, curling her up. But he wasn't satisfied at all and punched her in the chin again.

"Master!" Han Cheng's butler shouted in a panic and rushed towards his master. "The hosts! You're going to kill her!"

Han Cheng turned around and glared at his butler. Blood dripped from a long wound on one side of his face. "That's what I meant," he said through gritted teeth.

The butler has always been a timid man, and he does not like to bleed. That's why when he walked into his master's bedroom, he shouted loudly for the news to come down there. Princess Irena had been standing beside her sleeping master, dagger in her hand. The butler's shouts distracted her and made her tremble for a moment, and at that moment, Han Cheng was able to roll away, but his face was still scratched by the blade aimed at his heart.

"You can't do that!" The butler protested. At the same time, Han Cheng rushed forward again and punched his dazed wife again. The servant stretched out his hand to stop him, but he trembled at the thought of his master's furious appearance. Instead, he pleaded with her life in the only way Han Sung could understand. "If you kill her, you will never inherit the title of Marquis. They will never let you keep the dowry that the Marquis of Sosi prepared for her. You will lose all the land you should have owned. ”

After hearing the butler's words, Han Cheng let go of his hand and let Erina collapse to the ground. "Marquis?" He said to himself. "That noble-blooded scoundrel has been here today. He made her do it!" His eyes had the qualities of a poisonous snake, and he couldn't understand why the nobleman wanted him dead so soon after the wedding.

"Maybe it has something to do with the riots?" The butler suggested.

Han Cheng, who was glaring angrily, suddenly turned to his men. "Riot?" He snapped. "Where? When?"

The butler was distracted by his master's barrage of questions and hurriedly took a few steps back. "There was an uprising outside the courtroom," he said.

Han Cheng roared angrily and rushed to his closet. "Here's why! They wanted to get rid of me, so they took advantage of this mean woman!"

The butler stared at his master, unwilling to believe his words. "No one...... No one dares to ......"

Han Sung shook a boot at his servant and explained one thing, and that was to give the enemy the courage to attack him in such a way. "They dare to do this because they intend to depose the Emperor!" He announced. "This riot is just a distraction!" He pointed to the steward, "Go tell the messenger and let him send a message to all the messengers we can trust and the defenders of the city." The enemy is not in the Inquisition! At the Royal Palace!"

Hearing such a big news, the butler's eyes couldn't open, and he hurried downstairs to give instructions to the messenger. Han Cheng continued to get dressed, he was already worried that it might be too late. He glanced hatefully at the woman lying unconscious on the floor.

"Before all this is over, my dear," he said, "you'll wish my butler had let me kill you just now." ”