"Haha, what happened to hundreds of people? Back then, we could cross the grasslands controlled by the Tatars with less than a hundred people... Their equipment now is much better than ours back then!"

After shaking his head, Wang Bing did not agree to Li Chengming's suggestion to bring people back to the city for support.

"I said, third brother, that was then, and now is now! Besides, did the Tatars have firearms back then? Although we had confiscated weapons in the city once before, you and I both know that the weapons in the hands of these Western Yi ghosts

It is impossible to confiscate all weapons..."

"It's okay if the city is lost. At worst, we can attack the city again. But the people led by the prince's guards are all descendants of various distinguished families. If something unexpected happens..."

Finally, seeing that Wang Bing still disagreed with him leading troops back to the city to put down the rebellion, Li Chengming used their status as members of the Prince's Guard to 'pressure' Wang Bing.

"My son is in there too!"

However, before Li Chengming could finish his words, Wang Bing pushed him back with the words that his son was also in the city.

"Third brother, you..."

"I told you, Cheng Ming, don't worry! Prince Wei Shu has also experienced the baptism of battle... Besides, how can we become talented without going through tempering and polishing? We can't finish everything for future generations, we have to give them a

Isn’t it an opportunity to exercise?”

In order to ensure the results of his "disruption" in this world, Wang Bing needs a group of successors who can inherit his will and influence the future direction of the Ming Dynasty.

Everyone has selfish motives, and Wang Bing is no exception. Since he is training a successor, these members of the Prince Guard, composed of the children of military generals, serve as the real core team of Prince Zhu Youxiao, the future emperor, and they are also his own

And the descendants of a group of old brothers are naturally the best candidates.

Therefore, Wang Bing regarded it as a test by letting the prince's guard to defend the city alone this time.

"If something happens, just wait and regret it!"

Of course, Li Chengming knew what Wang Bing meant by training. So in the end, even though he was still worried, he did not continue to argue. Instead, he turned around and went to the front of the battle formation with his musket in hand.

I want to contribute to ending the battle outside the city as soon as possible.

…

"Brother Guorui, Brother Zhiji, our manpower is too small, and it is simply impossible to fully control the entire city. How about simply abandoning the rest of the city and shrinking our troops to retreat to the palace?"

Just when Wang Bing left the rebellion in the city alone and focused on annihilating the Spanish army outside the city, Wang Hui and others in the city were also discussing retreating to the royal city.

"Well, the commander-in-chief didn't leave us any soldiers other than the prince's guard. It's clearly a test for us. If we are not willing to give up now, then we are not willing to give up. In the end, we will definitely gain nothing.

When we arrive, just as Wang Hui said, we will retreat to the palace!"

After hearing Wang Hui's proposal, Zhang Jiji, the oldest British prince among the prince's guards, thought for a while and agreed to Wang Hui's proposal to retreat to the palace.

"Then retreat to the palace! Damn it, if you want to rebel and seize the city while our army is away, I want to see if these Xiyi ghosts have the teeth!"

In the end, Li Guorui, the guy who perfectly inherited his father Li Chengming's "dandy and lust", couldn't help but look cold at this moment.

"Brothers, seal the city gate first, and then we can go up to the city and teach these Xiyi ghosts a lesson!"

Soon, after deciding on a strategy to retreat to the palace, all the five hundred members of the prince's guard quickly withdrew.

Speaking of which, this royal palace was built in the eighth year of Chunxi in the Southern Song Dynasty. Although its size is not comparable to that of a prince's palace in the Ming Dynasty, it has a surrounding city wall several feet high.

Therefore, the Prince's Guards, which only had 500 people, retreated here, so they didn't have to worry about the space being too big and not having enough manpower.

And more importantly, as the center of the Ming Dynasty Expeditionary Army, the entire palace is the cleanest place in the entire city of Seville. Except for a small number of servants and maids, there is nothing in the entire palace.

The Yi people don't have to worry about the Xi Yi people acting as internal collaborators for the rebels.

…

"I'm talking about Guorui, Uncle Li is going to make a loss-making business this time, hehe!"

On the red Lion Gate wall, which is the main entrance of the palace, looking at the prisoners of war who had surrendered among the rebels in the square, Wang Hui couldn't help but turned to look at Li Guorui with a joking look on his face.

"Hey, it's a capitalless business in the first place. How can there be any problem of losing money? Besides, if we kill all these guys, there will still be corpses. Then we can still sell them for money, and maybe even more money.

I can sell more, hahahaha!”

In response to Wang Hui's teasing, Li Guorui picked up the gun in his hand with a smile on his face, and then aimed at the leader of the rebels, Juan Medina, the former Chief Sheriff of Seville.

"Boom!"

A moment later, with a slight hook of Li Guorui's finger, a plume of smoke rose, and a hot bullet spun out of the barrel and shot towards Juan Medina on the square.

passed.

Although Li Guorui inherited Li Chengming's "dandy and lustful" temperament, his marksmanship was the best among all the members of the Prince's Guard.

Therefore, in line with the principle of shooting men first, shoot horses first, and capture thieves first, capture the king. As the leader recommended by the rebels, Juan Medina naturally became the first target to be killed by the prince's guards.

Speaking of which, Juan Medina's location at this time is still more than 230 steps away from the city gate. At this distance, although the range of a general linear rifled musket is sufficient, its accuracy is

It's no longer possible.

But as a member of the core team of Prince Zhu Changluo, the Prince's Guards were of course equipped with the most sophisticated fire muskets in the Ming Dynasty, and also the most difficult-to-process flintlock rifled muskets with spiral rifling!

With such a sophisticated fire blunderbuss, coupled with the "Nanwei bullet" using millet-colored gunpowder as the propellant, and a "sniper" with the best marksmanship in the prince's guard rate, Juan Medina would not die even if he wanted to.

Difficult.

"puff!"

Just before Li Guorui put down the musket in his hand, in the square more than 200 steps away, with a soft sound, Juan Medina, who was holding a telescope to observe the city of Juan Medina at the top of the palace, saw a coquettish blood-colored flower.

But it suddenly bloomed between his eyebrows.

"Bang!"

Without giving him even the slightest twitching reaction, Juan Medina, the newly elected leader of the rebels, immediately fell heavily on the square, dying beyond belief!

"Tsk, tsk, brother Guorui, don't just act cool for yourself, when are you going to teach your brothers this gun technique?"

Looking at Juan Medina who was entranced by Li Guorui's shot, Wang Hui couldn't help but look over with envy.

"This is called talent. It is given by God. How can you mortals learn it? You should just wait for those rebellious ghosts to come closer and then fight, hahahaha!"

Facing Wang Hui's extremely envious eyes, Li Guorui couldn't help but start joking with a look of embarrassment!

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