Seeing that the situation was getting more and more unfavorable, Sanbao said to Li Chen: "Why don't we go back to the Ancestral Temple first and then make plans?"
"It doesn't matter."
Li Chen waved his hand and said, "Let the remaining people withdraw."
"But···"
Li Chen glanced at Sanbao and said calmly: "When can you become the master of this palace?"
Sanbao's face tightened and he immediately took orders.
The fighting on the battlefield was fierce. When the gap in the number of people increased further with the casualties, and when the physical strength of the soldiers on both sides was exhausted to the extreme, the situation had turned into a one-sided massacre.
At this time, the order to retreat came, and all the soldiers immediately retracted their defense lines.
Even though they were withdrawing their troops, they still adhered to their duties and did not escape or break up.
Seeing that the thousands of guards before turned into hundreds now, and all of them were injured, Li Chen's eyes flashed, and he said to Sanbao beside him: "This battle, list of all the soldiers participating in the battle.
Record everything, and I will reward them well afterwards."
Sanbao bowed slightly to show that he knew.
The battle came to an end with Li Chen's order to retreat.
The defenders retracted their front line, and the rebels continued to encircle and tighten.
Soon, everyone was compressed by the rebels within a range of less than a hundred meters in front of the Taimiao Palace Gate.
Li Yinhu followed the rebels and the distance was now close enough for him to see Li Chen clearly.
With a crazy grin on his face, Li Yinhu almost saw the dawn of victory.
But this time, he didn't plan to talk too much.
All he wants is Li Chen's death.
Li Yinhu may not know the reason why villains die from talking too much, but he definitely knows what it means to have a long night and a lot of dreams.
"They're scared!"
"Charge! Charge me!"
"My reward is still valid!"
"Whoever is the first to break into the Ancestral Temple will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold; whoever kills Prince Li Chen will be rewarded with ten thousand households as a marquis!"
Li Yinhu's voice was full of ferocity and madness, and he shouted: "Come on!"
"kill!"
The remaining thousands of rebels on the scene roared angrily and launched a final charge with weapons in hand.
Facing the enemy troops swept by the roaring mountain and tsunami, Li Chen raised his head slightly and said, "It's almost time."
As soon as he finished speaking, in the Ancestral Temple, the palace door suddenly opened.
More than a hundred soldiers came out.
These more than a hundred people are all musketeers carefully trained by Li Chen.
Li Yinhu looked at it and his eyelids twitched. Although he felt an ominous premonition, he still laughed wildly and said: "Li Chen, have you lost your mind and gone crazy? What use can these more than a hundred people do now?"
What answered him was that the more than a hundred soldiers carried out the operations according to the usual training with expressionless faces.
They lined up in three rows.
People in the first row knelt on one knee, people in the second row bowed down, and people in the third row stood up straight.
After forming a queue, they immediately raised their guns and aimed, and then...
Bang bang bang!!!
This was not the first gunshot fired in the Qin Empire, but it was definitely the first time that the world's closest modern gun appeared on the battlefield.
Driven by the gunpowder, the projectile flew out of the gun chamber. With the power of the gunpowder explosion, the projectile rushed out at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.
The moment the gunfire rang out, a large number of people in the front row of the rebels who rushed forward fell down like wheat.
After a volley of fire, more than a hundred rebels were killed.
Then these soldiers immediately prepared for a second volley.
But it still takes time.
In this era, limited by technology and materials, it is impossible for guns to fire continuously.
