When Yang Feng emerged from the water, a spectacular magic dragon stood in front of him, like a mushroom cloud that exploded. The black smoke column rising from the flames rushed straight to the night sky with a majestic momentum. Under this magic dragon, the entire northwest corner of the imperial city completely turned into ruins.

Sishku is gone.

The Tibetan pagoda at Hongren Temple disappeared directly.

All other buildings in this area, including Hucheng, were ruined. Even the western wall of the imperial city collapsed hundreds of meters wide. From this huge gap, you can see the same radial spreading ruins outside the city. The Great Light Hall on the south side of the Xi'anmen Street in the Imperial City was affected, and the closer Canchikou Church was completely gone. It can be said that almost all buildings were flattened, and even the garden trees near the North Coast were in chaos. Fire and smoke kept rising in the ruins. The bodies that were blown to death, the broken limbs and broken arms were scattered, and the dying wounded were everywhere. The wailing sound of pain was accompanied by sporadic explosions and collapses. There were also many beasts that were blown to collapse on the ruins. The closest Imperial Horse Prison was also blown down. The frightened BMW horses kept running through his vision in chaos.

"This is comparable to Tianjin!"

Yang Feng said with emotion.

Indeed, this power is similar to Tianjin. It is less than a hundred tons of gunpowder, which is basically equivalent to more than a dozen tons of antimony ladders. However, it is impossible to destroy the palace with this power. After all, the palace is more than one thousand meters away from Xishiku, and the northwest corner of the imperial city has been truly destroyed, of course, including outside the imperial city, especially the area around Prince Zhuang’s mansion.

However, the blown-off gravel and the explosion shock wave still caused severe damage to the palace on the other side.

Yang Feng turned around and saw that the large roof in the palace was smashed terrible, and even the entire roof tiles were blown away. Several walls outside were covered with gravel and were scarred by gravel. The screams of the concubines, palace maids and eunuchs could be heard here, but the most unlucky thing was that a group of large inner guards guarded opposite the North Sea were blown away by the explosion shock waves, and were piled up by the moat.

"Hongli, I'm here!"

He yelled excitedly.

Then he swam across the North Sea.

At this time, the defenders on the imperial wall behind him had not yet woken up from the impact of the explosion. The explosion also caused them to suffer heavy losses, especially the thousands of defenders gathered in the Xi'an Gate area were almost wiped out, and the armies in the south were also washed away by the air waves, and they were killed by falling gravels. At this time, it was completely in chaos.

In fact, because the distance is too far, they can't see Yang Feng on the waters of the North Sea.

Soon Yang Feng swam across the Beihai without any obstacles. He didn't even look at the wailing guards. He jumped over the moat and then jumped into the palace.

At this time, the palace was also in chaos.

The sudden explosion made the palace, which had not been attacked for more than a hundred years, completely a doomsday scene. You can even see the concubines and palace maids running wildly outside without even putting their clothes, screaming in fear and screaming, and the bodies that were beaten to death by falling stones were also everywhere, and they were simply scared to death. Along with the guards running in chaos to maintain order, Yang Feng was very lively.

Anyway, the inner city has burned, so he doesn't mind continuing to burn.

This guy killed a few guards, then grabbed a torch, and it started to fill the palace with a hideous smile, and then set fire to search for Hongli's figure.

But unfortunately, Hongli obviously didn't want to see him.

Not to mention Hongli, even a prince could not be seen. In fact, Qianlong's youngest son was in his twenties at this time, and had already started a family and left the palace. He probably was busy putting out fires outside at this time.

"Hongli, Hongli, come out to see me grandpa!"

Yang Feng pinched the neck of a large inner guard and faced the terrified gazes of the large inner guards opposite, and shouted loudly as he walked forward.

The legendary mysterious and invincible guards were trembling with various weapons, and they kept retreating as he advanced. Some people bravely fired at him with their bird guns, and shot him with bows and arrows, but these things were useless without exception. Not to mention that they could not shoot Yang Feng with trembling, even the bullets and arrows they shot were completely ignored by Yang Feng. He just used the corpse in his hand as a shield, protecting his face and heart and underneath, and shooting at other places casually. He was now full of energy, and those who bravely pushed the sword forward were the same endings.

Needless to say what kind of eunuch guards in the Qing Dynasty were.

Whether Lin Qing, who entered Zijin City or the one who almost cut off Jiaqing, could prove how useless they were. Only those who read too many martial arts novels can take the big guard seriously. An emperor is meaningless when he needs the protection of the big guard. The real guard of the palace is actually the guard camps of the various gates of the imperial city, but the guard camps are all retreating down the city wall at this time. These waste noble children who fight cocks and dogs to take the gilded guards can still insist on not running in front of him, which means they rely on the punishment of raiding the house to support them.

Yang Feng was like chasing a duck, chasing the guards all the way to the Qianqing Palace.

His location at this time was north of the palace, and the guard camp was mainly guarding the south. Although these guys were not affected by the explosion, it took some time to run nearly one kilometer. At this time, the Eight Banners' children's physique was really long!

"Ma, there is not even a beautiful concubine!"

Yang Feng was burning and talking to himself depressedly.

By the way, Qianlong was almost eighty at this time. Although he was more capable when he was young, he had already been abolished now. Most of the concubines around him had to be in his early forties. At this time, the queen and imperial concubines were gone, and only a few concubines with the highest status were the most. The youngest concubines among the concubines, Ying, was almost sixty. Just based on the appearance of the concubines in the historical photos, we can know how difficult it is to produce a beautiful woman in the bannerman. No matter how old he is, it is even more impossible to see. Poor Yang Feng still wanted to kidnap the queen and enjoy it. Now he saw that this queen is simply hell!

This is really unstoppable!

No wonder Qianlong always likes to run out. If he was guarding such a group of beauties, he dreamed of going to Jiangnan to get wild food.

With the shock of his destruction of his views, Yang Feng drove the big guards and burned all the way to the Qianqing Palace. He finally encountered some decent enemies here. A large number of soldiers from the military guards showed up on his side with a few small cannons. Just as he discovered it, the gun also blew out of fire. Yang Feng shook his hand and smashed the corpse of the guards in his hand. At the same time, he fell backwards. The shells quickly passed by him. Then he went up to the roof next to him, and smashed the decorated beasts as if they were following the Qing army. He took advantage of the chaos and jumped into the middle of the artillery team and swung two small cannons. In a blink of an eye, the Qing army was killed and Yang Feng jumped into the Qianqing Palace without hesitation.

"Hurry up, kill this demon!"

As soon as he landed, he heard a young man in his twenties roaring in a golden robe opposite him waving his sword.

Then hundreds of soldiers raised their guns at the same time.

At the moment when the fire at the muzzle shone, Yang Feng jumped up like a cheetah, avoiding all the bullets and crashing into the soldiers. The young man bravely waved his sword and cut it off. Yang Feng grabbed it and his arm was broken, and then his hand hit his neck.

"Let go of the fifteenth prince!"

Then there was a roar.

It was obvious that this roar saved the young man's life.

"Are you Yongyan?"

Yang Feng asked, pinching his neck.

Jiaqing, who was originally in the future in history, endured the severe pain in his arms and looked at the caller with complicated eyes, a fat white man with a thirty or forty years old.

"Demon, let go of the fifteenth prince!"

The fat white man said righteously again.

Countless Qing troops rushed over behind him, and even pushed more than a dozen mountain-slashing cannons, aiming the muzzle directly at Yang Feng.

"If you ask me to let me go, I will let it go? How shameless will I be?"

Yang Feng said speechlessly.

The fat white man raised his hand, and the gunners next to him immediately pointed the fuse at the ignition hole.

"As far as I know, you have been booked as your heir by Hongli, right? It seems that this adult doesn't like Hongli's decision very much. Should I satisfy his request?"

Yang Feng said to Yongyan with a smile.

Yongyan didn't say anything.

But the gunners immediately retracted the fuse.

These soldiers stationed in the Eight Banners of Beijing have a very high political awareness. No matter what the demon had done just now, even if he burned all the city of Beijing, he must first guarantee the life of the fifteenth prince. Even if these soldiers really want to bombard him with cannons, they must endure it. If he is just an ordinary prince, he can pretend not to know anything and do whatever his boss asks him to do, but he has the future emperor in his hand, so he must be smarter. The emperor is almost eighty and may die on that day. If he can save the fifteenth prince, he will be expected to succeed to the throne in the future.

"Let the fifteenth prince be released, we guarantee you to leave safely!"

The fat white man said expressionlessly.

"So, I'm honest, you won't lie to me, are you?"

Yang Feng said with a pure face.

"No, as long as you let go of the fifteenth prince, we will let you leave!"

Fatty white man said in a slow tone of vomiting blood.

"Then, then you let your men turn the muzzle to one side first!"

Yang Feng said.

The fat white waved his hand.

The soldiers quickly turned the gun away, and even the bird gunmen lowered the guns. At this time, more Qing troops poured in, which actually formed a semi-encirclement on him.

"Then I'll let it go!"

Yang Feng leaned against the wall and pressed Yongyan's shoulder with one hand, grabbed his neck from behind and pushed him in front of him.

The Qing soldiers looked at him vigilantly.
Chapter completed!