When Qiu Yue entered the Anding Gate first with two hundred Jinyi guards, his mood was excited and happy.**
He was born as a lowly servant and worked hard to become a small general at the age of forty. But now he led the royal guards into the bustling and bloody battlefield of the capital, causing hundreds of officials to
The frightening Feiyu suit and embroidered chun knife were all under his control.
This is what power tastes like.
Because of the temporary alliance of the major factions, General Qiu was thrown into the forefront of the Ming Empire. He believed that maybe this was the pinnacle of glory in his life. Isn't it that a real man is looking for something spectacular?
However, there is still a difficulty to overcome. General Qiu, who rolled out of the sea of blood, looked at Dong Zhen and Dong Baihu next to him. They both understood in their hearts: We have arrived at Andingmen, the battlefield is at our feet, and there is wealth and honor in front of us.
Ronghua, Daoshan Youguo, they have no chance to retreat.
There was a chilling air in the air. This smell was Qiu Yue's favorite. He had smelled this smell more than once in the Mongolian grasslands, in the Hetao Wetlands, and on the side walls.
The swordsmen are not far ahead!
As expected by General Qiu, before the Jinyi guards even walked out of the city gate, the brothers at the front were shot into a hornet's nest by a burst of arrows.
"It's a crossbow arrow!"
Dong Baihu was a master at flattering and building relationships, and he was not vague about the battle formation at all. It was immediately obvious that the weapon used by the enemy was a powerful Ming army standard hard crossbow.
A vigorous figure jumped up from the horse, holding a wooden shield that had been equipped for a long time. He rushed towards the house beside the road. It was General Qiu who still had a sword. Behind him were the corpses of several imperial guards.
The knife slashed out, slashing a masked assassin until blood splattered everywhere. Then General Qiu roared: "Kill!"
Dong Baihu swung the long sword in his hand like a tiger, with the sword and shield at the same time. Under the cover of the bows and arrows of more than a hundred Jinyi guards, he rushed into the house on the street and split a frail old man in half with one knife.
Yelling: "Damn thief, where can you escape!"
There were only a dozen assassins, but there were more than a hundred corpses killed by the Jinyi guards. Needless to say, there was something fishy about them.
These assassins were extremely brave, and everyone fought until their last breath. Even if they were seriously injured, they would not retreat. Even if their intestines were cut out, they would still struggle forward and risk their lives to the swords of the Jinyi guards.
Next. No one will be left alive.
Qiu Yue stood amidst the blood on the ground, sighed, and said to Dong Baihu: "Set fire."
Killing is to increase the evidence against Liu, but setting fire is to destroy the evidence of his own crime.
Looking at the fires burning everywhere, thousands of defenders arrived belatedly, and no one who looked like a general came up to announce their names. They just ordered their soldiers to demolish nearby houses and drive people out of their houses to avoid the fire.
spread.
Qiu and Dong saw that all the defenders were carrying buckets, and the surrounding houses were collapsed. The people who were driven out were even more gentle. They looked at each other and were a little secretly frightened.
"No entry into the city!" Just as the fire was being put out, a civil servant rode alone and stood in front of the group of guards. He did not bring any entourage, and there were no soldiers around him, but the guards who knew him turned around one after another.
No one dared to move his head, and no one dared to look at Qiu Yue's stern eyes.
Even the daring Dong Baihu had no choice but to smile bitterly, and shamelessly stepped forward and cupped his hands: "Wang Shang, how are you doing?"
This civil servant was none other than Wang Chang, Shang of the Ministry of War. He was in charge of all the military forces in the world. He was also the Shang of the Six Ministries. Even the imperial guards did not dare to act presumptuously in front of him.
Wang Chang did not reply to Dong Zhen's words, but said in a deep voice: "Where is Qiu Yue?"
He didn't know Qiu Yue, but it didn't mean that he didn't know the leader of this army, nor did it mean that he didn't know the major events that were going to happen today.
Qiu Yue's right hand, covered with sweat, grasped the handle of the knife at his waist, loosening and tightening, tightening and loosening again, still not daring to pull out even half an inch of the bloody knife from its sheath.
If the people standing opposite were Liu Jin and his party, General Qiu's sword would have been hungry and thirsty. Not to mention Shang, even if Mr. Jiao Ge stood in front of him, he would dare to put the sword on Jiao Fang's neck.
But he didn't dare to do this to Wang Shang, not because Old Wang was upright and honest, not because Old Wang knew military affairs, but because behind Wang Shang stood the emperor!
The former Minister of War, Cao Yuan, was Liu Jin's best friend. After he stepped down, Wang Chang, who took office, followed Zhu Shou's footsteps in everything. If the emperor said one thing, he would never say another.
Is it the emperor's will that Wang Chang appears here? Is there a change of strategy? General Qiu's heart was in a state of confusion.
"Brother Han Ying!" A bold voice came from the city gate. Zhang Yong rode his horse and slowly walked out of the shadows. He smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for so many days. I didn't expect to be here."
Meet everywhere.”
Wang Chang refused to be polite to him and said calmly: "The Holy One only summoned you. The rest of the people will leave the city and go to Changping to stay."
Changping? Zhang Yong smiled bitterly. What did the emperor want to do? He had already nodded, but it was unnecessary!
Criticisms come true. Admiral Zhang did not dare to disobey the emperor's order, so he could only ask in a low voice: "What about these corpses..."
Wang Chang sighed: "Carry it out of the city and bury it. God is kind enough to save lives. The matter is already here, so why bother adding any more details?"
"Can I take a few servants to visit my sister?" Uncle Ma Guo stood up in time. He didn't have any soldiers or horses in his hands. He felt a little confused. The person standing opposite was Boss Liu!
Wang Chang hesitated for a while, as if weighing the pros and cons. He stared at Uncle Ma Guo, whose face was red and white, and said slowly: "Fifty people."
Yang Yiqing's idle chess piece played a key role at this time.
Zhang Yong and Qiu Yue breathed a sigh of relief and followed Wang Chang, escorted by Ma Guojiu and others, towards the imperial city.
While General Qiu and others were killing people in Andingmen, Liu Jin was sitting in the secret room of his luxurious mansion, like a trapped animal.
The news in the imperial city was cut off, and all the news channels in the capital were cut off. Dongchang, Naixingchang, Jinyiwei, all the sources of news that he could control were all cut off!
Zhang Cai's face also lost its color. It was obvious that the matter was beyond the control of this group of people. A force so huge that it could not be matched had already tightened the rope in its hands.
They have no way out.
Jiao Fang walked in from the secret room with a look of sadness on her face. She shook a piece of paper in her hand and said with a sad smile: "There are three thousand regiments outside this house. Who do you think the leader is?"
Zhang Cai was silent for a while, then whispered: "Zhai Peng!"
Jiao Fang nodded and said to Liu Jin: "I regret that I didn't listen to what Shang Zhi said. If we had defeated Yang Tinghe this morning, if we had made the decision earlier, we wouldn't have been able to wait for death in just half an hour. This Ming Dynasty will
Everything has changed."
Liu Jin numbly raised his wrinkled face and was stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands to Zhang Cai: "Shang Zhi. I owe you a lot. I will go to the palace. If I can come back alive, I will do whatever you say.
from."
Zhang Cai said sadly: "It's too late! Yang and Li are in the same flow, internal and external are colluding, and there is no way for Cai to recover. Enxiang, when you leave, Cai should follow closely to repay the kindness of Xiang Xiang."
When Zhang Cai confessed his love to Boss Liu, Jiao Fang remained silent and thoughtful. In the history after Zhu Shou's time travel, Duan Jiong did not appear in time, so Jiao Fang and Zhang Cai had not yet become mortal enemies.
Liu Jin seemed to have read through Jiao Fang's thoughts and asked with a smile: "Great talent Meng Yang, do you have a way to escape?"
Jiao Fang's expression remained unchanged, and she replied sternly: "You and I were summoned to the palace at the same time. If something goes wrong, Fang Zi will sacrifice her life to help."
Liu Jin laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears. His wrinkled old face actually had a look of relief, and he said softly: "Then follow me into the palace."
When the two people walked out of the secret room, they heard Zhang Cai plop down on his knees in the room and shouted loudly: "Enxiang, Cai is ashamed of Enxiang!"
Jiao Fang only heard Liu Jin whisper: "One hundred and forty thousand people were all disarmed, and not one of them was a man."
This is Mrs. Huarui's poem. Although eunuchs are imperfect people, Liu Jin's words are not comparing himself to women and children, but satirizing those so-called Liu Party members. When the disaster comes, no one dares to die vigorously.
Zhang Cai, the only one with any backbone, could only kneel in the secret room and cry.
A sudden realization flashed through Liu Jin's heart.
Life, bullshit life, he is even worse than a eunuch like me! You must tell the emperor, even if I, Old Liu, die, I will leave a seed in the emperor's heart. When the time comes, always
It will grow into a big tree.
"What if Liu Jin resists the decree?" The speaker was Gu Dayong. He and Li Dongyang stood together, waiting outside the Nuan Pavilion of Qianqing Palace.
"He won't resist the decree." Li Dongyang smiled faintly and was too lazy to answer Governor Gu's silly words.
"Don't be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of what happens!" Gu Dugong is also a good player in internal fighting, but compared to Li Viper, he is more than a few points behind. Moreover, this matter is related to his life, so he can't do it.
A little bit of negligence.
"With Mr. Jiao Ge here," Li Dongyang said softly, "Eunuch Liu can only sit back and wait for death."
Du Gong Gu was completely confused now, and shouted repeatedly: "Jiao Fang? That duplicitous guy Jiao Biyang? Li Shoufu, please don't tease our family, how could he betray Liu Jin?"
Li Dongyang pointed forward. From the other end of the corridor, two figures came over, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin. They were Jiao Fang and Liu Jin.
"I've met Eunuch Liu." Although the outcome was decided, etiquette must not be lost. Li Dongyang stepped forward gracefully and made a hand-over-hand salute.
"Thank you, Mr. Li, please come out to greet me." There was no trace of sadness or joy on Liu Jin's face.
Gu Dayong sneered from the side and took the lead into Nuan Pavilion without saying anything.
In the middle of this warm pavilion, there is a dragon chair, and in front of the dragon chair, there are five brocade stools. Gu Dayong did not sit on the brocade stools, but stood in the corner with Chen Jing.
Chen Jing's head was wrapped in white cloth, oozing with blood, and his face was a little pale, with an unhealthy redness.
"The sinner Liu Jin has committed corruption, perverting the law, running a party for personal gain, and other evil deeds. His crime cannot be pardoned. Please punish him severely and issue an edict to the world!"
The person who said this was an elder, but it was neither Li Dongyang nor Yang Tinghe, but Jiao Fang who had just sat on the brocade stool.
I saw Mr. Jiao Ge with an upright face, extending his index finger to Liu Jin beside him, facing everyone's gaze, without flinching. (To be continued...)