The feudal lord, Zhao Tianze, looked gloomy as he watched the two bragging to each other. His plan to control the Yongning County Prince, and then implemented it slowly, were all shattered by reality.

The young man Zhu Ju disrespected his father-in-law and acted recklessly, so he had no choice but to kill his son-in-law out of justice.

"If Zhu Ju wants to lead the Yongning soldiers to cause chaos, the city will have to rely on Inspector Meng and General Liu."

Zhao Tianze is the highest-ranking civil servant, and the military commanders he can use at the moment are Lao Meng and Liu Li.

"My people are all in the inspection department outside, and the city gate officials may not be able to let them in. I can't do anything without manpower."

Lord Meng, the mighty god, tried his best to pull him off when he opened his mouth. In fact, he had ambushed more than a hundred people nearby for the banquet tonight. But there was no need to reveal this.

"I will write you a warrant to open the door, and then write a letter to Luoyang Mansion, and put the police officers and Minzhuang at your disposal. What do you think?"

"That's pretty much it."

Mr. Zhao looked at Liu Li again, and the result was that General Liu said unambiguously: "I can only release the 200 soldiers under my command and let Mr. Fantai dispatch him."

Liu Li's words are very true. The entire city of Luoyang and the nearby garrison army cannot be used.

The reality is that someone is really going to rebel under everyone's nose! But none of the civil and military leaders of Luoyang City has the power to lead a large army to suppress the rebellion.

The deployment of troops for combat requires the approval of the imperial court and the Ministry of War. Everyone present is responsible, but the person in charge does not actually exist.

Yan Ji whispered in Lao Meng's ear: "The situation at hand is unclear, mobilize people and act according to the opportunity."

Meng Yishan nodded. He was also worried about the situation at the palace. The Shaolin Temple was obviously planning to cause something big.

He called Mo Kui to one side, thrust his belt card into his hand, and warned: "Iron Bear! Send people on fast horses out of the city and bring all our troops in."

Mo Kui agreed, and asked one of his confidants when he was a salt owl to snatch a horse from Yongning Bing at the corner of the street, and then ran away from the city.

Lao Meng turned around and said: "Old Song, you and General Liu will escort Fantai and Mr. Xue to the Luoyang army and take command from the center."

"I'll take people to the palace to have a look!"

Mr. Xue was sincere in his heart and favored Lao Meng even more. Zhao Tianze had nothing to say. Song Jizu was obviously a master in fighting, and Lao Meng was a big favor.

Wu Che carried the Zhu Ju and ran as fast as the wind and fire. He passed through several streets and was about to enter the siege outside the palace.

He was in a hurry to get on the road, and he also had to worry about the safety of his mind. It was inevitable that his men were not clear. Zhu Ju almost vomited out his bile. He wanted to shout for Wu Che to let him go, but when he opened his mouth, he drank a few mouthfuls of cold wind and choked.

He stared straight into his eyes and suffered terribly along the way.

Zhu Ju has been pampered since he was born, and has been well-fed and incompetent. He was carried to the ground by the monk in a daze. Wu Che put Zhu Ju down with an unkind expression and said: "Little prince! One of your guards is right in front of you.

, quickly issue the order to attack the palace!"

Zhu Ju was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said: "This, this..." When he looked at the face of the monk in black, his eyes were so fierce that he could eat him up.

Hearing the sound of his own army in front of him again, thousands of people were already restless, and then thinking of Luo Pinghai's regret for not realizing his ambition, a rush of blood surged up, and he said: "Okay!"

Prince Zhu Ju of Yongning Commandery gently held the wall beside him, calming down his rapid heartbeat. The Prince of Yongning Province strode towards the three thousand soldiers in front of him, with Wu Che following behind like a shadow.

When the soldiers besieging the prince's palace saw the prince emerging from the streets, they all cheered in unison and waved their swords and spears, hoping that the young prince would order the invasion of Prince Yi's palace and change the prince's title. These cronies and soldiers all wanted to make the first success.

Wu Che secretly thought that his morale was at his disposal, and how far he could go would depend on Zhu Ju's luck. When father and son fight, no matter which side wins, it will be good for Shaolin."

Zhu Ju's face was pale, but his cheeks were a little bloody due to excitement. He was listening to the reports of several military attachés under his command.

The little prince knew that although the monk behind him saved him from danger, he may not have good intentions.

His previous estimate of Shaolin Temple was very low. He only knew that it was Luo Pinghai's disciple, a major martial arts sect that could provide help.

But Luo Pinghai is Luo Pinghai, and Shaolin Temple is Shaolin Temple.

Now Mengyi Shange has killed his most proud subordinate, Mr. Luo, who relied on him as a military advisor.

I was forced to deal directly with the Shaolin Temple. Thinking of Wu Che's restrictive and sullen and rude attitude, the monk clearly looked down on him. He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, thinking to himself, "If I get the power of Guan Luo, I will have to kill all those who resist me."

Kill him! The first one is that damn Meng Yishan! The second one is this monk."

Zhu Ju was sometimes panicked, sometimes fierce thoughts, and suddenly he was covered in cold sweat. He took a deep breath, faced the palace with high walls in front of him, like a small city, and ordered to several officers: "Attack!"

"Fu Junwang, take the throne!"

Three thousand soldiers rushed towards the four gates of the palace like a tide. Inclined ladders and rams were already prepared, and two-wheeled wooden carts were carried on pointed pillars made from giant trees. There were also seven or eight strong men at the main entrance, lifting up the fallen civil servants.

The general dismounted with a stone.

The two instruments collided with the closed door. The iron leaf and the copper ring made a loud "rumbling!" sound under the impact. The door frames at the four corners were faintly loose. There were many bricks and stones at the corners. The iron door in the middle was covered with wood.

The pillars and strips of stone punched out two depressions.

They rushed back and prepared to attack again. The sergeants who couldn't wait had already climbed up the ramp and rushed up the wall from both sides. In an instant, hundreds of people stepped on the wall. The Yongning Prefecture army was full of momentum and cheered in unison!

"Bang bang!" There was a burst of explosions, a burst of gunpowder smoke mixed with the cold light of the crossbows. A sentry firearms battalion of the palace and two teams of crossbowmen formed a formation to shoot. Half of the soldiers who climbed up the wall were killed.

The bullets and iron sand fired from the musket fell one after another.

The screams were endless. Those who survived fell into the city wall and were immediately rushed to and hacked to death by a group of guards!

The palace side occupied the terrain and fired from a distance. The Yongning army made several charges and suffered a lot of casualties. The offensive of the small prince's side was slightly hindered. However, relying on the strength of the people, the attack became more fierce. The following soldiers stepped on the corpses in front of them and climbed up.

Rushing, some of the injured ones held up steel knives and were covered in iron sand and ran towards the enemy's formation. With red eyes, they slashed at the firearms soldiers, chopping two or three of them in succession.

Just as he was about to reach the base, four or five spears were stabbed through his whole body, piercing him all the way through!

The hundreds of guards in the palace were divided into pairs to support each other. The most elite group wore iron armor and had long spears in their hands. The spear points were sharpened with steel. They walked in groups of three to five, and several people fired together.

It is so integrated that even martial arts masters would find it difficult to deal with this formation.

Although the Yongning Army was far inferior, fortunately they were trained in the Ming Dynasty's military techniques and would not collapse at the first touch. In addition, their morale was high and they could not retreat. They shouted desperately and attacked forward, and the way they pounced forward and succeeded made the morale of the defending party high.

There was also some vacillation.

The defenders in the mansion counterattacked ferociously, blocking the wall with firearms, bows and arrows from the front. The firearms roared, and arrows rained down like rain. The people on the wall fell down in rows, and were blasted like sieves by the muskets.

Blood flowers bloomed on his body.

On the flanks, the spears of the armored soldiers cooperated with the palace guards to coordinate the firearms battalion and clear out the enemy soldiers who had fallen into the inner wall. Under the command of Marquis Weiyuan, they formed a shrinking and moving pocket formation, which effectively stifled the fierce offensive of the Yongning Army.

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The generals on the small prince's side also have military families for generations. Zhu Ju doesn't know how to fight, so the people below him can just let him take command.

Seeing that the muskets and crossbows in the palace were too powerful, they quickly moved away the teams that were constantly climbing up the wall, and detached a group to storm the side entrance of the palace. More than 300 shield swordsmen gathered in the front as the vanguard, and launched another fierce attack.

These people carried dozens of large shields that needed to be held tightly with both hands. Dozens of strong soldiers holding the shields rushed up at the head of the group, stepping on the inclined ladder with both feet. The giant shields were erected on the top of the wall like half door panels, as if they were heightening the wall.

It's half a foot high. Musket bullets and bows and arrows can't penetrate it!

The sergeants jumped into the wall under the cover of their large shields and formed a protective net inside to block the rain of arrows. Behind them, more than two hundred shield knives held tiger-head bucklers and single swords in their hands, swarming up like wolves and tigers.

, killed the front row firearms battalion by surprise!

Many people were hacked to death without any resistance. The blood on the blades was not yet dry. The swordsmen rushed forward for more than ten steps, and the dancing steel knives brought blood flying all over the sky, scattering like hemp!

In an instant, more than half of the firearms battalion was destroyed, and the morale of the Yongning army soared. The subsequent troops rushed into the palace through dozens of inclined ladders, attacking the enemy's battle formation like crazy tigers.

The armored troops of Prince Yi's Mansion formed a formation to meet them. They took steady steps to narrow the encirclement. Their spears were like a forest, and they stabbed the enemy's leading shield-sword hand. After breaking through the tiger-headed shield like a bamboo, the momentum was not exhausted, and even the man and the shield were together.

Penetrated, and killed dozens of shield-hands after shouting and stabbing him several times.

The enemy's counterattacks were mostly blocked by the iron-leaf mail armor, and a few sparks appeared when they were struck and struck, which appeared to be painless. There were also swordsmen who used their shields to block the spears, and then stepped forward and stabbed the armored army's face with a knife. There was no cover here.

If you block it, you will be killed immediately. The fierce battle between the two sides is like two ferocious beasts snatching food, tearing each other apart, fighting to open the outer wall of the palace like a saw. There are more and more corpses on the ground, and the sound of shouting and killing can be heard far away, and it is shattered.

The tranquility of Luoyang City at night.

The war was stalemate and was in full swing, making Zhu Ju very anxious. He walked back and forth, shouting angrily: "Break open the gate, open the gate!" No matter how idiot you are, you can see this and don't break down the gate to let the army pour in.

Prince Yi's Mansion was able to bury all his people by the city wall due to the terrain.

The gate of the palace has been knocked a little crooked, and the heavy wood and stones repeatedly collided and roared, but the door in particular did not fall down. Many stone corners were revealed after the gap that was knocked open, and the gate fell apart at the beginning of the battle.

The palace servants demolished half of the steps and made them stone blocks. They also demolished a stone rockery for ornamental use in the garden. Rolling logs were placed on the bottom and transported to the front of the formation. They supported it at the gate. No matter the loud banging outside, the little prince

No matter how you shout or drink, there is nothing you can do.

The more Zhu Ju watched the battle, the more anxious he became. Although he had twice as many men as the palace's defenders, it was difficult for him to capture the front gate in one go. Several of his generals also divided their troops to protect the little prince, and formed formations on the outside to defend against it.

The Luoyang Guards came for reinforcements, but were unable to devote all their troops to attack one area. For the first time, the young prince realized the hardships of the battle, and that winning the throne was not as easy as talking on paper with Luo Pinghai.

That father who is so aloof and has always suppressed him is so difficult to fight!

On the Star Observation Tower, Zhu Zhanlong looked very unhappy and asked Wang Foer beside him: "How did you transport so much ordnance into the city?"

I originally thought that children would have nothing to fear, but I didn't expect that the bite was really painful.

At this time, Marquis Weiyuan had already gone down personally to command and supervise the battle.

Zhu Ju's face turned a little red. He raised his eyes and looked at the pavilions and pavilions in the palace. A wall away from him, only a few dozen feet away, was the Star Observation Tower where King Zhu Zhanlong was, standing behind the red railing.

Although people can't see clearly his features, but looking at the yellow robe and gilded crown, he must be the thousand-year-old Lord of the Kingdom of Yi.

Zhu Ju felt weak in his heart, wondering what he would do if he lost. He wanted to surrender to his father and repent, but he was overwhelmed by fear. This time he made a big fuss, and it was not a "little thing" like raping and killing a few civilian girls or indulging his men to kill some people.

"He just closed his door and thought about his mistakes. He was afraid that King Yi would kill him.

The increasingly loud shouts of killing and the fierce attack of thousands of people under his command gradually gave him confidence that only by fighting to the end can he have any chance of survival! The young prince, who turned from cowardice to madness, shouted loudly: "Come on!"

Everyone who captures the palace will be rewarded by the king, and there will be no failure."

Zhu Ju's eyes were bloodshot, the front of his splendid clothes was loose, his belt inlaid with nephrite was half crooked, and he lost a shoe on the road that Wu Che was holding, and he was screaming in embarrassment.
To be continued...