"Bang!" The last musket was fired, and a plume of green smoke came out of the muzzle.

Inside and outside Zichen Hall, screams were heard.

The first two rows of more than twenty rebels who followed Chu Gou and rushed into the hall were all shot over at the entrance of the hall. Holes were punched in their chests, and blood spurted out from the holes like a fountain.

As for the rebels who were following a few rows behind, you pushed me, I squeezed you, and retreated in a hurry. If you were not careful, you stepped on the white marble steps in front of the Zichen Hall, and fell to the ground with a bloody head.

Looking at King Yong Zhao Yuanfen and the other hundreds of trusted guards around him, they all froze on the spot, fighting with each other, and they were at a loss.

It’s no wonder that their reaction was too amateurish. Indeed, the structure of the musket was extremely simple, and its power and range were useless. It was not taken seriously among the troops of the Song Dynasty.

However, hundreds of muskets were fixed together, and in the Ming Dynasty in another time and space, they had an extremely resounding name, "A Hundred Tigers Run Together!"

From the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to the end of the Ming Dynasty, the Hundred Tigers Rush has always been the close combat weapon of the Ming army, beating the Mongolian cavalry to the ground again and again.

In the history of another time and space, the Northern Song Dynasty perished at the hands of the Jurchens, and the Jurchens perished at the hands of the Mongols.

The Divine Guard Army in the Song Dynasty was originally second-rate in terms of combat effectiveness and fighting will. It would be strange if they encountered the "Hundred Tigers Running Together" at close range and were not beaten to the point of confusion!

"Follow me, kill King Yong, and survive in death!" Han Qing, however, would not accompany his opponent in a daze. Before the last musket was fired, he dropped the high incense in his hand, picked up the spear, and strode

He rushed towards the entrance of Zichen Palace.

No second round!

Zhao Heng disliked the noisy ordnance supervisor and ordered him to move to Jinmingchi.

For the safety of the royal family, the palace has a total of more than 200 muskets stored in the palace, and they have all been used up just now.

As for grenades, they are not suitable for use at close range. Moreover, the fuse burns for too long and can easily be kicked away by the opponent or picked up and thrown back.

Therefore, at this moment, close combat is the best option.

"Kill King Yong and eliminate traitors for the country!" Zhang Yaban followed with the remaining more than 60 palace guards roaring, and everyone's blood was boiling in their chests.

It's worth it, it's totally worth it. Even if we can't kill King Yong today, seeing the corpses of the rebels rolling all over the steps of Zichen Hall is enough for everyone.

What's more, Han Qing has already created a miracle with the musket that others regard as useless. If everyone follows him, they may not be able to save the world!

"Wow wow--" A loud cry suddenly sounded at the back door of Zichen Palace. It was the eldest son of the emperor who was held in the arms of the talented Li E. He was awakened from his sleep by the sudden sound of gunfire, and howled loudly at the top of his lungs.

However, his mother, Liu E, turned a deaf ear to the cries. She stood up holding the imperial case with both hands and looked at the backs of Han Qing and others without blinking, fearing to miss every scene.

When she needed protection the most, the gods and Buddhas in the sky did not respond to her. Her husband, hundreds of miles away, wanted to "drive the tiger and devour the wolf".

Only these people in front of her stayed without hesitation and shared life and death with her.

She didn't know whether Han Qing and others could successfully turn things around.

She also didn't know what kind of reward she could give Han Qing and others in the future if she was lucky enough to escape.

Therefore, at this moment, she could only try to stand firm, write down the backs of these people with her eyes, and tell herself that she will never let them down!

She saw Han Qing's body and staggered after stepping over the steps outside the Zichen Palace. In an instant, her heart rose to her throat.

However, in her eyes, Han Qing's body quickly regained its balance, and then continued to rush forward, like a tiger charging towards a pack of wolves.

"There is blood on the steps and they are very slippery, everyone, be careful!" Liu E's heart dropped back into her stomach, and she instinctively opened her mouth to warn. However, her voice was so low that only she could hear it.

It's not that I can't speak loudly, but I don't dare. I'm afraid that any noise I make at this moment will interfere with the progress of the warriors.

She saw that the guards of Prince Yong's Mansion who had been stunned by the sudden muskets continued to stagger back, and no one dared to stop and fight.

She saw Han Qing's figure rushing down the steps, and the distance between him and King Yong was getting closer and closer.

She saw Zhang Yaban and the other warriors following Han Qing's figure, not losing an inch.

She saw the figures of the warriors, bathed in the sunlight, like gods in golden armor descending from the clouds to the mortal world!

Suddenly, she saw the team of warriors paused, and her heart immediately stopped beating again.

The guards around King Yong actually came to their senses at the last moment and launched a resistance.

Although there were nearly two hundred guards, they were frightened after being shot at close range by muskets. However, there were too many guards around King Yong, and there were still nearly three hundred people who were able to recover from the blow in time.

God came to him, and before Han Qing could reach King Yong, he risked his life to stop him.

Liu E was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, and her vision was blurred by sweat.

She raised her hand, wiped her eyes hard, and then covered her mouth with her palm.

At this moment, any sound would distract Han Qing and the others. She knew this, and she knew it clearly from her experience as a ropewalker.

Walking on the rope, three feet above the ground, she had to concentrate on making sure she got from one end to the other safely.

Don't be distracted. The more distracted you are, the more dangerous it is. If you fall, you will break your muscles and bones.

Her vision became clear again, and she saw blood splashing from the front of the warriors' team!

It belongs to the rebels, she prays, she hopes, she firmly believes.

Han Qing was a general, and he once led hundreds of brothers to sneak behind enemy lines and kill more than ten generals of the Liao Eastern Route Army, but he was still able to escape unscathed.

How could those minions around King Yong be his opponents?

Her judgment was correct, the blood indeed belonged to the rebels!

She wanted to cheer, but she covered her mouth tighter.

She saw a rebel corpse, which was thrown upside down by Han Qing with a spear and hit Zhao Yuanfen, the King of Yong.

She saw that a gap was created in the rebel team.

She saw Han Qing charging forward with his gun drawn, rushing in through the gap, stabbing left and right, and there was no enemy under his command.

She saw two rebel generals dressed as commanders, suddenly one on the left and one on the right, rushing towards Han Qing, the cold light of the steel sword in their hands.

Her body trembled, but she refused to close her eyes.

The next moment, she saw two feather arrows flying out from under the eaves of Zichen Palace, hitting the two sneak attackers in the neck.

Quickly raising her head, she saw Yang Xu and Ye Qinglian, hooking their legs on the eaves, hanging upside down, holding a horn bow, and shooting arrows towards Han Qing one after another. Every time an arrow was fired, everyone in the way was blocked.

The rebel team in front of Han Qing was sparse.

"Archers, archers!" She heard someone in the rebel team shouting in panic. Then, several feather arrows shot at Yang Xu and Ye Qinglian.

The figures of Yang Xu and Ye Qinglian quickly disappeared under the eaves of Zi Chen, and then reappeared in a new position, climbing onto the roof.

On the roof, more arrows were soon shot down, killing the few archers among the rebels one by one.

The rebel team moved and began to retreat slowly. However, Yong Wang Zhao Yuanfen was firmly protected in the center of the team, making it impossible for Han Qing to shorten the distance between him and Zhao Yuanfen.

The sweat rolling down from his forehead blurred Liu E's eyes again.

Time suddenly began to slow down, and the movements of everyone in the field of vision also began to slow down, but the sunlight shining down from mid-air became extremely bright.

She raised her hand again and wiped the sweat from her eyes, but her vision turned red, as if separated by a red curtain.

Her hand was bleeding, or she was bleeding when she covered her lips with her hand. Anyway, it must be one of them. However, she didn't feel the slightest pain.

In the red world, she saw Han Qing's long spear sweeping across the area, sweeping out a gap for the rebels standing in front of him.

She saw two rebels rushing forward to block the gap, but Han Qing shot each one and stabbed them to the ground.

Han Qing's pace began to quicken, and he stepped up three steps in a row. Zhang Yaban and Zhang Huan's uncle and nephew followed closely behind.

The other warriors also pushed forward with all their strength, but the entire team suddenly sank while advancing.

They had already rushed down the steps of Zichen Palace and forced the rebels towards Xuanyou Gate.

Another group of rebels tried to rush in from outside Xuanyou Gate to protect King Yong, but were blocked by their own people. At the same time, King Yong and his guards were unable to quickly exit the door.

Liu E bypassed the bookcase and quickly chased to the entrance of Zichen Hall regardless of the danger.

Her field of vision has become wider, and because she is condescending, she can take in the entire battle group.

At this moment, Han Qing's whole body was stained red with blood, and he didn't know which ones came from the enemy and which ones came from himself.

However, he still pushed forward, continuing to shorten the distance between himself and King Yong. He stabbed the rebels who stood in front of him to the ground one by one.

Zhao Zilong in front of Changban Slope is nothing more than this!

Liu E's eyes began to shine, as if a girl had seen her lover, but it had nothing to do with love.

She was still so nervous that she had difficulty breathing, but she was no longer afraid and felt content. Even if she would die under the rebels' arrows in the next moment.

She believed that the rebels could no longer think of shooting her anymore.

Because she saw that the distance between Han Qing and King Yong had shortened a lot, to less than two feet.

One of the rebels, Du Tou, rushed towards Han Qing desperately, but Han Qing gently picked him up and lifted him up into the air. Immediately afterwards, Han Qing stepped forward, twisted his body, and used Du Tou's body to kill the other two.

The rebels were knocked upside down.

A new gap suddenly appeared next to King Yong. Han Qing seized the opportunity and strode forward. Two guards risked their lives to stop him, but he stabbed each one to the ground with a long spear. A guard tried to contain his steps from the side,

But his throat was sealed by an arrow flying from the top of Zichen Hall.

More guards screamed and rushed forward, using their bodies to form the final barrier. Then they were knocked down one by one, in vain.

King Yong Zhao Yuanfen raised a sword and fought but retreated. However, the distance between him and Han Qing changed from two feet to one and a half feet, and then shortened to less than one foot.

Han Qing thrust his spear straight at him, but Zhao Yuanfen blocked it awkwardly. Immediately afterwards, the sword was knocked away by the spear, but the sharp spear point continued to move forward.
To be continued...