When the pavilion guards held explosion-proof shields and all kinds of blades, they rushed out of the alleys to the west in a steady stream.

When they appeared on the official roads in front of the various government offices, the dead soldiers of the Huo clan who were smashing vigorously were immediately stunned.

On weekdays, these mischievous people have a lot of "dealing" with the city patrol guards.

When the two sides play each other, they can often rely on their own fighting strength to gain the upper hand.

Therefore, in a place with complex terrain like Beichengguo, the city patrol guards are generally unwilling to fight with the scoundrels.

But today was different, a small handful of patrol guards held blast shields in front of them and on top of their heads.

The rest either carried torches, halberds, or crossbows...... Lined up tightly.

The one-on-one team lined up in a four-sided tortoiseshell formation is like a hill that can be moved, and it is extremely oppressive.

In front of this compact quadrangular tortoiseshell array, the fake pavilion guards did not have any gaps in the gap.

There were the most dead people who made trouble in front of the ruling Jinwu, a full 200 people, and the ruling Jinwu had the deepest enmity with them, and the dead soldiers made the most trouble.

Therefore, An Le personally brought the most elite three hundred Ming Light Pawns to deal with them.

The three teams of Mingguang pawns each turned into a wide formation, pressed in front of the Zhijingo Gate from three directions, and surrounded the dead soldiers in the middle in the blink of an eye.

"Put down your blade, hold your head in your hands, lie on the ground, and kill whoever stands!"

Under the leadership of the team leader, the three hundred bright pawns shouted this sentence repeatedly, and walked a few steps forward with each shout.

The speed of the Ming Guang pawn was not fast, but it did not leave any opportunity for the dead soldiers, slowly but surely compressing the space for the dead soldiers to move.

At the same time, the Huo family's dead soldiers who jumped up and down in the arsenal and Jing Zhaoyin were also confined to a few small areas by the shield walls of the pavilion guards.

Before the dead soldiers set off, they mixed Xuanjiu and took cold food to strengthen their courage, but now they have been tossing for so long, and they have been blowing cold wind, and the effect of this matter is almost over.

They had already begun to panic as they watched the Ming Guang pawn continue to oppress them.

Seeing that the space for activity was getting smaller and smaller, the dead soldiers were overwhelmed, so someone lit a sackcloth ball and threw it at Mingguang.

All of a sudden, the flames flew all over the sky, and one by one the flames dragged the flames towards the city patrol pavilions, and the billowing smoke was a little thicker than just now.

Perhaps stimulated by the flames and smoke, the dead screamed again, and some even charged in desperation.

They didn't wait long for them to be happy, but they found that the incendiary cloth thrown out was empty, but it didn't have any lethality.

When the cloth ball hits the blast shields covered with cowhide, it will not burn at all, and it will soon be trampled on after scattering on the ground.

The dead soldiers looked at the scene in front of them, and when they were still in a daze, the shield wall at the front of the Mingguang pawn formation opened.

The two rushed out with a strong crossbow armor and fired a quick volley.

At a distance of more than ten zhang, the power of the strong crossbow is huge, and the accuracy is also very high.

All of a sudden, screams rang out everywhere, and at least fifty or sixty people had gone to see Tai Yishen in this first volley.

When the rest of the dead soldiers tried to take advantage of this gap to fight for their lives, they found that the strong crossbowmen had retreated, and the shield wall was once again tightly united.

"Put down your blade, hold your head in your hands, and lie on the ground, or you will be killed!"

The equally cold voices of the pavilion guards sounded again, and then continued to press forward with a neat pace.

Whether it was in front of the Tingwei Gate, outside the Arsenal Courtyard, or under the walls of Jing Zhaoyin, the space for the remaining dead soldiers to move was getting smaller and smaller.

The dead soldiers had never seen such a pavilion soldier, and they had completely lost the arrogant appearance just now.

However, the so-called dead are those who do not know how to repent until they die.

Although they are completely out of order, they are still trying to fight to the death.

I don't know if someone among the dead soldiers gave the order, or if they just had a heart, the remaining dead soldiers in front of the Jinwu Gate rushed to the shield wall with a "buzz", wanting to fight a bloody way by brute force.

However, behind this shield wall is not just a row of people, but a hundred people are piled together, and they can work harder in one place, so they can have the upper hand in wrestling.

The panicked dead soldiers had no choice but to use their swords to slash at the blast shield, but in the face of the thick blast shield, their strength was too small.

Aside from leaving some shallow marks on the blast shield, it does not have any practical effect.

Finally, the dead men were exhausted, and while they were gasping for breath, a halberd suddenly pierced out of the crack in the shield wall.

At that moment, there was a scream, and the blood that flowed down the edge of the blade immediately left a blood-red dividing line on the snow.

The morale of the dead began to crumble at this moment, and they fled back one by one crying.

But where else could there be a place to escape: behind was also a closely lined group of bright light pawns, and a sturdy shield wall.

Immediately, the spirited dead man tried to climb over the wall, but he had just climbed the wall, and before he could climb over, he was immediately killed by the crossbow arrow shot by the Ming Guang pawn.

The chaotic places in Shangguanli gradually calmed down, but the battle was not completely over, and there was still the final purge to be completed.

With a few rhythmic whistles, the squad-based camps dispersed, divided into units, and divided into groups to surround the remnants of the dead in all corners......

After another quarter of an hour, the overall situation of the places where riots had occurred in Shangguanli had been decided, and the princes who commanded separately sent pavilion guards to report the results of the battle to An Le, who was on the front line.

The dead soldiers have almost all been surrounded and annihilated, and none of the city patrol guards and Mingguang soldiers have been killed except for one who was accidentally injured by his own people.

An Le gasped, withdrew the bloody long sword in his hand into the scabbard, and let out a hearty laugh as he looked at the dead soldiers lying on the ground, dead or alive.

In front of the neat and well-trained pavilion soldiers, no matter how rampant the dead soldiers are, they are not the same enemy. In the future, the lazy people in the northern city will live with their tails between their legs.

Anle has already thought about what to do next.

In the coming year, he wants to use this newly trained pavilion to give those scoundrels who are entrenched in the north city a little color.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked in the direction of Weiyang Palace.

The Son of Heaven must be watching the battle on the Danqi at this moment, and if he does things so beautifully tonight, the Son of Heaven will definitely see it and remember it.

"The matter of the marquis of the An family can be just around the corner, but unfortunately, the great merit of killing Huo Guang has not been distributed to his own hands."

An Le silently finished saying this sentence in his heart, and ran back and forth, loudly giving new orders to the pavilion guards.

"Tie up all the people who made the rebellion and take them to the Jinwu Prison for interrogation!"

"If anyone dares to flee and resist, shoot them all on the spot!"

"Fire everywhere, extinguish it quickly, without hesitation!"

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When the rocket was lifted off, Huo Yu, who was leading his subordinates to gallop on Huayang Street, naturally heard the movement.

When they turned around and saw the scattered sparks, their eyes showed shock and panic: the unknown is the source of fear.

Now it's really like a lost dog, fleeing in all directions.

However, Huo Yu didn't have the time to think about whether there was an auspicious or ghost thing in Weiyang Palace, but he just wanted to rush to the front gate as soon as possible.

Their plan was simple and crude: taking advantage of the chaos in Chang'an City, they used a fake seal to deceive Sima from the city gate, took advantage of the chaos to kill, and then took the city gate and left.

There are no more than 100 guards guarding the horizontal gate, and there are only three people on duty at the same time, even if the city gate Sima is not deceived, they can also take the city gate by storming.

What's more, the movement in this fashion crown is getting bigger and bigger, which will definitely attract the attention of the city patrol guards and give them an opportunity.

The more he thought about it in his heart, the more anxious Huo Yu became, and he whipped the mount under his crotch several times, making the beast run faster.

When Huo Yu was in a hurry, something suddenly happened on the horizontal gate that was only a mile away from them.

Hundreds of torches and braziers suddenly lit up on the section of the city wall with the Hengmen as the midpoint.

All of a sudden, the entire Hengmen city wall was as bright as day, not giving the conspiracy any room to hide and escape. (End of chapter)