The moment he confirmed the identity of the other party, endless murderous intent arose in Zhang Mao's heart, and he suddenly shouted: "Soldiers, join me in killing these rebels."

"kill!"

Liang Wan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he also shouted: "Brothers, if you want to survive, kill me hard."

Immediately, the two parties collided fiercely.

Li Huan, who was leading his army to chase the rebels, suddenly heard the sound of fighting in the distance and couldn't help but look a little surprised.

He glanced at Yue Buqun and shouted, "Yue Baihu, go check quickly to see what is happening in front of you and which troop is this?"

Just hearing such loud movement in front, especially the sound of fighting, it must be new soldiers and horses joining in.

Although he had some vague guesses about the origin of the soldiers and horses that suddenly appeared, Li Huan still did not dare to be careless until the identity of the other party was confirmed.

After all, no one can guarantee which side the new army is on. If it turns out to be rebels like Yongying, then he will have to be more vigilant.

Yue Buqun jumped over the houses on both sides of the long street, and soon came to the place where the armies of Zhang Mao and Liang Wan were fighting.

With a glance, Yue Buqun saw the high-flying flag of the British Duke, especially the figure of the British Duke Zhang Mao fighting among the army, which made Yue Buqun look at him with suspicion.

Yue Buqun really didn't expect that Zhang Mao, who was sixty or seventy years old and a high-ranking official, should have been commanding the central army, but at this time he was taking the lead, charging at the front, and even more so at the same time.

The rebels fought together.

Looking away from Zhang Mao, Yue Buqun took a closer look at the ferocity of the fighting between the soldiers on both sides. After Yue Buqun confirmed that it was correct, he rushed to see Li Huan.

Seeing Yue Buqun return, Li Huan temporarily stopped the bow and arrow in his hand, glanced at Yue Buqun and said, "How? Who is this person?"

Yue Buqun said: "My lord, the person blocking the rebels' path is the British Duke Zhang Mao. At this moment, Zhang Mao is leading an army to fight with the rebels. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. It is definitely not an act."

Li Huan nodded slightly, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Yue Buqun: "You said Zhang Mao went into battle to kill the enemy himself?"

Hearing Li Huan's question, Yue Buqun nodded quickly and said: "Yes, my subordinates personally saw Zhang Maoshen leading the soldiers and rushing to the front to fight with the rebels. I even saw him being shot several times.

Even if the arrow is inserted into the body, it will still kill the enemy like a vigorous dragon."

After being slightly startled, Li Huan sighed softly and said, "It seems that the British Duke is in a hurry."

As he spoke, Li Huan looked at the rebels in front, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. He casually threw the bow and arrow to Chen Yao who was standing aside. Then he grabbed the spear, slapped the horse under him, and shouted: "Follow me to defeat the enemy."

enemy."

With the British Duke Zhang Mao leading his troops to block the rebels' retreat, Li Huan no longer had to worry about the rebels fleeing in all directions or even escaping from the city. Now he could let go and fight.

As Li Huan came to the end in person, the rebels suffered countless casualties wherever they passed. Li Huan suddenly cleared a passage that was about two meters wide.

The long street was only three or four wide, and it was crowded with rebel soldiers. As a result, Li Huan was like a scavenger, leaving only a body of corpses wherever he passed.

The elite soldiers of Tengxiang Zuowei Battalion who followed Li Huan had never seen such a scene before. Every one of them was dumbfounded. If it weren't for the commander Qi Xianguo who shouted loudly and led his soldiers who had seen Li Huan show off his prowess.

If Li Huan rushes forward, there may not be many soldiers behind him to follow him.

As Li Huan went on a killing spree, the rebel soldiers who were still resisting saw Li Huan's terror, and most of the generals followed Li Huan and fled for their lives. The rebel army, which had lost its organization, finally collapsed completely.

The most tragic thing about an army is often after it collapses. Many of the soldiers who collapsed clearly still had the strength to resist, but because they lost their courage, they were easily caught up and killed by the army.

Li Huan defeated most of the rebels here, and the soldiers of the Tengxiang Left Guard Camp frantically chased and killed the fleeing soldiers.

Here, Zhang Mao firmly withstood the attacks organized by Liang Wan and other rebel generals.

In order to survive, Liang Wan and others launched attacks again and again, which can be said to be brutal.

Under normal circumstances, based on the unoptimistic combat effectiveness of the soldiers and horses of the Beijing Camp, the soldiers of the Four Yong Camps who followed Zhang Mao would never be able to withstand the desperate onslaught of the rebels from the Xue Yong Camp.

But Zhang Mao couldn't stand it, so he personally led his troops to charge forward.

That was the dignified British Duke, and the British Duke charged forward to kill him. How could the generals of the Four Brave Battalions dare to hide in the rear? They could only lead their own soldiers and rush to the front with the British Duke.

It was only by relying on the British Duke to prop up the morale of the Four Brave Battalions that they were able to stabilize the army under the wave of desperate attacks organized by Liang Wan and others.

Otherwise, there is really a chance that Liang Wan and his men will fight to find a way out.

Direction to the Imperial City

According to Zhang Mao's instructions, Zhang Lun summoned his own soldiers and servants, and forcibly pulled out a team of three to four hundred people.

Of course, the only ones with real fighting power are the dozens of soldiers raised by the family. As for the servants, just looking at the hammers, sticks and other weapons in their hands, you can tell that they are just a make-up. It is impossible to expect these people to kill the enemy with all their strength.

Not realistic.

In addition to the hundreds of people led by Zhang Lun, there were also nearly a hundred soldiers in the mansion led by Duke Cheng, Zhu Fu, and many servants.

After some hesitation, Chen Jizu, Li Xi, Xu Guangzha and other noble families who had been informed by the British Duke still chose to follow Zhang Mao's choice and stood with Zhang Mao on the emperor's side.

Relying on the strength gathered by more than a dozen noble families, a team of three to four thousand people was actually pulled out. However, this team's combat effectiveness is obviously worrying. The only ones who are really capable of fighting are these noble families who usually see

The guardsmen of the House Guard and other servants and servants are completely a mob.

Zhang Lun and others gathered so many troops that by the time they arrived at the imperial city, the emperor had even entered the Tengxiang left guard camp.

And Zhang Mao had already rushed over with the soldiers and horses from the Beijing camp.

Here, Zhang Maodu led his men and Liang Wan's group of rebels to rush into a fight. Only then did Zhang Lun and the others get the news, and came over in a mighty manner with thousands of people carrying torches.

From a distance, Zhang Lun saw Zhang Mao who was personally participating in the battle and even had many arrows stuck in his body. Seeing this situation, Zhang Lun was frightened and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Grandpa!"

In the middle of the fight, Zhang Mao could not hear Zhang Lun's shouts, but Zhang Lun's eyes were red and he shouted at Zhu Fu and others beside him: "Everyone, grandpa is rushing to the front, we must go to help grandpa.

"

The nobles looked at the bloody and tragic scene in the distance. Although they were still some distance away, the rich smell of blood was already blowing along the night wind, making them feel sick when they heard it.

Especially when they saw Zhang Mao taking the risk himself, with several arrows stuck in his body, everyone felt timid in their hearts.

Asking them to follow Zhang Mao's lead and go into battle in person, wouldn't this cost their lives?

When it comes to their generation, the martial arts passed down from their ancestors have long been shelved by them. They spend all day practicing martial arts hard, how can they compare to spending time, drinking and enjoying the comfort and pleasure of a gentle country.

Zhu Fu glanced at Zhang Lun and shouted to a heroic young man behind him: "Zhu Shuo, take half of your soldiers and go with Mr. Zhang to help the British prince kill the enemy."

Although few people like Zhu Fu and others who have inherited the title have the interest and patience to practice martial arts, they cannot resist the fact that each family has a great business, many direct descendants, and dozens or hundreds of children in the clan. At least there are some people who are willing to go.

Practice.

Fortunately, these people knew that if the family wanted to prosper, they must not cut off the family inheritance. They tried their best to provide the needs of the family members who were willing to practice martial arts, so each family seemed to be in decay long ago, but something really happened.

, there are still some useful people among the family members.

For example, Zhu Shuo, whom Zhu Fu named, was his twelfth son. He was born as a concubine. With his strong force, he won Zhu Fu's love and treated him like his legitimate son.

Following Zhu Fu's roll call, noble families such as Chen Jizu, Li Xi, Xu Guangzha and others also sent their brave and brave sons and commanders to help Zhang Lun one by one.

Soon Zhang Lun gathered more than a dozen powerful disciples from various families and hundreds of soldiers.

"kill!"

As Zhang Lun led his men into the rebels from the flank, Liang Wan and others, who were already desperate, became even more desperate.

Seeing Zhang Mao leading an army blocking their escape route, Liang Wan couldn't help but roared: "Zhang Mao, if you want to die, let's all die together."

While roaring, Liang Wan said to the generals beside him: "Shoot Zhang Mao to death. It's not a loss for our brothers to have the British minister accompany us on the road, hahaha..."

Immediately, Liang Wan and others fired at Zhang Mao Chan with powerful crossbows.

Almost all the powerful crossbows that Liang Wan and the others could muster were gathered together at the same time. When dozens of powerful crossbows were fired, the momentum was quite terrifying.

"Old Duke, be careful!"

"Grandpa, be careful!"

Seeing such a situation, everyone couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and the soldiers of the Duke's palace who were protecting the British Duke roared one by one and stood in front of the British Duke with their bodies, and fired the arrows.

Block the arrow.

Pfft, pfft

Arrows struck, and the dozen or so soldiers guarding Zhang Mao fell to the ground in an instant. However, even if the soldiers risked their lives to protect him, Zhang Mao was still hit by the arrows.

As his body swayed, Zhang Mao let out a muffled groan and fell directly from his horse to the ground.

Zhang Lun and a dozen other people came charging forward with their tyrannical strength. As soon as they got closer, they saw Zhang Mao falling from his horse to the ground.

Zhang Lun almost flew in front of Zhang Mao. Looking at Zhang Mao with more than a dozen arrows stuck in his body, his eyes turned red and tears rolled down his cheeks.

Tears fell on Zhang Mao's old face, and Zhang Mao, who had his eyes tightly closed, slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Zhang Lun, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Don't cry, don't cry, grandpa won't die yet!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mao seemed to have been affected by an injury on his body. He couldn't help but cough violently, and then with a loud sound, a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out.

Zhang Mao spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out completely.

Zhang Lun, who originally saw Zhang Mao waking up and speaking, never thought that Zhang Mao's speaking would actually cause injuries to his body, and he even vomited blood and passed out.

"grandfather!"

Zhang Lun couldn't help shouting, looking at Zhang Mao's face as pale as white paper, and then looking at the crossbow arrow that even penetrated the armor on his body and entered Zhang Mao's body. I don't know when the blood on Zhang Mao's body had slowly flowed.

It seeped out and stained the clothes on his body red.

"ah!"

When he really saw the fatal injuries on Zhang Mao's body, Zhang Lun's heart sank and he let out a grief-stricken cry.
To be continued...