Yang Feng carried the street lamp pole and the old Wang who was vigilant with a musket. He wore his eye-catching dragon robe and swaggered down to Jingshan.

At this time, the Beizhong Gate was wide open, and you could see Bei'an Gate five hundred meters away with a glance. The north gate of the imperial city was closed, but there was no guard. Both sides were red palace walls. Eunuchs walked by from time to time between the two opposite side doors in the middle. With the enhanced hearing, Yang Feng could clearly hear the eunuchs behind the two palace walls in horror, but the shouts of killing outside were far apart.

Yang Feng dragged the street lamp pole and walked silently with his head down. The five hundred meters corridor between the red walls was so long. In the background of the doomsday of a dynasty, it seemed that the sound of steel rubbing against the stone slabs behind him was only the sound of steel rubbing against the stone slabs behind him.

There was a sudden loud noise.

Bei'anmen was knocked open.

A neigh of a war horse came at the same time.

A general in armor rode a black horse, carrying a reins in one hand and mace in the other, and stood leaping on the horse in this ancient city gate.

Yang Feng roared and dragged his street lamp pole and started running.

The general urged the horse to fight and started charging at the same time. In a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of him with the sound of iron hooves trampling on the stone slab. Then the mace was raised high, and the moment he passed by Yang Feng, it fell with a terrifying sound of wind.

Yang Feng turned around strangely.

The mace flew over his head, and at the same time, his right hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the ponytail like lightning. The war horse screamed and dragged him forward for two meters. Then it suddenly fell backward like an elephant dragged it. The general on the horse was thrown up at once. At the same time, the street lamp pole in Yang Feng's left hand raised upwards, and hundreds of kilograms of steel were hitting his head. The general fainted as he landed on the ground.

There was silence around.

"This feels..."

Yang Feng moved his shoulders like an evil boss, and said in a little intoxicated manner: "Very good!"

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the Shun Army opposite him finally woke up. The one in front immediately raised his knife and rushed over with a roar. Then dozens of soldiers behind him also charged.

The street lamp pole in Yang Feng's hand suddenly threw it over. The thing ran into the front soldier with a low chirping. The weight of hundreds of kilograms and the speed of throwing gave it nearly the kinetic energy of the shell. The soldier in the front was knocked out suddenly. The remaining momentum of the street lamp pole continued to hit the stone ground. All the soldiers behind screamed and hurriedly avoided. At this time, Yang Feng grabbed the general's mace and rushed over like a beast. With a move that seemed clumsy but had an extremely strange success rate, he kept smashing the soldiers of the Shun Army into blood and blood. In just a few minutes, there was no opponent standing in the entire corridor.

"Walk!"

Yang Feng threw away the broken mace, picked up the street lamp pole in a piece of blood and said.

"Your Majesty, please get on the horse!"

Old Wang said tremblingly.

"Can this horse carry me?"

Yang Feng said speechlessly.

Lao Wang was so sad that he couldn't carry it. He and the stick had to be more than 200 pounds. This little Mongolian horse was really overwhelmed.

"Hold it!"

Yang Feng said.

At this moment, a woman screamed suddenly, and then a girl ran in from Bei'anmen. Just a few seconds later, two Shun Army cavalry rushed in with a laugh. However, at the same time, all three of them were stunned and stared at the dead bodies all over the ground. The girl screamed and lie on the wall very cleverly. The two cavalry behind roared at the same time, urging the horse to rush over without hesitation.

Yang Feng raised the street lamp pole and yelled and rang over. At the moment before the impact, he suddenly pushed the street lamp pole upwards.

Two unlucky soldiers were knocked away directly.

At the same time, Yang Feng stretched out his arms like lightning, each grabbed the reins of a running war horse, then roared and pulled it into the middle at the same time. The two war horses dragged him forward a few steps, and finally surrendered helplessly. Yang Feng turned over and jumped onto one of them, and then carried his street lamp pole on the back of another horse.

Seeing this, Lao Wang quickly got on the horse.

Yang Feng urged the horse to move forward, and when he passed by the girl, he stretched out his hand as he looked at her horrified gaze.

The girl looked at him foolishly.

At this time, a ray of sunshine squeezed out the cloud gap behind Yang Feng's back. The image of his dragon robe looked so majestic. The girl stretched out her hand blankly. Yang Feng leaned over and hugged her with one arm, and raised herself with a little force. He immediately asked her to sit behind him. Then he turned to look at her face that could only be said to be pretty, and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'll take you out of the city!"

Immediately afterwards, he urged the horses to fight, and the two horses took steps at the same time, heading straight for Bei'anmen in the clear sunshine, and then...

"You'd better go down and wait!"

Yang Feng said sadly.

On the nearly kilometer long street opposite him that reached the Drum Tower, an army of thousands was pouring in. A middle-aged general in charge was sitting upright on a war horse, staring at him with a cold look under the escort of hundreds of elite cavalrymen.

“Turn right!”

The girl suddenly whispered.

Yang Feng immediately woke up and hurriedly urged his horse out of Bei'anmen to turn right. At the same time, the cavalry on the opposite side rushed over with shouts. He and Lao Wang ran eastward along the imperial city one after another, but were soon blocked by an oncoming Shun Army.

"Turn left!"

The girl shouted.

Yang Feng hurriedly turned into the alley next to him.

Two Shun Army soldiers who rushed out of a family next to them with gold and silver in their arms looked at them in shock, and were knocked down by the running horses and stepped on them. But at this moment, dozens of Shun Army soldiers appeared at the other end of the alley. Before the girl could say that Yang Feng turned his head and crawled into the right alley entrance and rushed to the street opposite Andingmen, but at this time, there was also a team of Shun Army walking south on this street.

"Hold it tight!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The girl hurriedly hugged him tightly.

Yang Feng suddenly grabbed his street lamp pole and smashed it forward. The war horse under his crotch was pressed by this action so that it almost sat on the ground. However, at the same time, the street lamp pole weighing hundreds of pounds hit the marching Shun Army with a strange chirping. The latter was covered in flesh and blood. The soldiers hurriedly avoided amid the screams. Then Yang Feng pulled the tail of the war horse beside him. The severe pain made the war horse rush forward with a tragic sound. As soon as it rushed out, a series of sharp arrows and even bullets hit it. When it fell on the street with inertia, Yang Feng rushed out fiercely.

The soldiers on both sides rushed forward in panic, but together with Lao Wang, Yang Feng and the other two instantly passed through the not-too-wide street and rushed directly into the opposite alley. When they rushed forward, the two horses entered a southward alley.

“Where’s going?”

Yang Feng remembered his street lamp pole and shouted.

"Natural east, run to Juxianfang!"

Lao Wang shouted from behind.

Two horses ran wildly in the narrow alley. The girl behind Yang Feng kept telling him how to go. She soon rushed to a street where there was no Shunjun here, but she was seeing a group of Ming soldiers fleeing in panic. They were identifiable and knew that Yang Feng was wearing a dragon robe worn by the emperor rather than a royal family. Then an officer in charge shouted: "Hurry up, it's the emperor!"

"Hurry up, I'll fuck you, where are your integrity!"

Yang Feng screamed in grief and anger.

"Hurry up, take him down and offer it to the King of Rebellion!"

The officer shouted.

The two soldiers immediately stepped forward, and the spear in their hands pierced straight towards him. At the same time, there was a gunshot behind Yang Feng's back. One soldier was shot by Wang Chengen, and Yang Feng also grabbed another spear with a little force, then grabbed it directly, holding it backwards and slapped it hard on the soldier's face, and the war horse under his crotch hit him straight from him. Yang Feng then threw the spear upward, caught the tail and then whipped forward like a whip. His strength is now amazing. The flexible white wax rod is really like a whip, and the sound of the wind is whimpering, making the soldiers scream.

Just as they were hiding in a panic, Yang Feng rushed directly into the alley opposite.

This is Juxianfang. To the north is Taicang, which hoards grain. There are ordinary houses nearby. Shunjun mainly goes to the city along two roads, north and south, and the main targets are the imperial palaces and various government offices. This is Daxing County. In addition, the girl behind him is obviously very familiar with the terrain. She drills in all the alleys and eliminates the defeated soldiers and chaotic people, but she doesn't meet the Shunjun. As for the defeated soldiers and chaotic people at this time, their fathers and mothers get married, and everyone cares about each other, who cares about him? Although the dragon robe is quite eye-catching, it is not only the emperor wearing this thing at this time. He is wearing green clothes. As long as he doesn't count the few dragons on his body, who knows that the emperor is a prince or even a county prince.

At this time, who has time to count the dragon play on his body!

However, this is of no use.

Because they still have to face the city gate after all, it is impossible to go to Andingmen in the direction they are running at this time. The nearest one can only go to Dongzhimen, and to Chaoyangmen to the south. No matter which gate they go, Shunjun has already controlled it. Li Zicheng surrounded all the city gates in Beijing and broke into the outside city. Then Liu Zongmin entered the city from the south, and the northern army entered the city at the second gate of Desheng and Andingmen. Although the east side was not the main attack direction, he did not enter and exit casually.

"Or, you'd better come down!"

Yang Feng said sadly.

"Slave, my family members have all died in the plague and have nowhere to go. Even if they die, they will serve His Majesty."

The girl whispered.

"This, you will have a life-threatening death with me!"

Yang Feng said.

"We can leave the city from Shuiguan."

The girl said.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you will definitely not be able to get out of the city gate. It is better to go out of the Dongzhimen Water Pass. Although there is an iron gate in the water Pass, with Your Majesty's divine power, you may be able to hold it up."

Lao Wang said behind.

This is indeed a choice.

At this time, Shunjun had just entered the city, so he definitely could not have any defense against Shuiguan. Moreover, it was spring at this time, and there was basically not much water there. Although there were usually three iron fences blocking it, Yang Feng was still a little confident about those pig iron sticks. At this time, he said that it was not an exaggeration to lift a thousand pounds. As long as these iron fences do not have the tonnage of the Zhonghuamen Thousand Jin Gate, it is probably a bit embarrassing to drill into the sewer.

But now I can't take care of that much.

"Go, go to Shuiguan!"
Chapter completed!