Three thousand Qingqi, who were the vanguard of the rebellion, left the western suburbs camp and turned south, galloping all the way towards Xuanhua Gate.
When the sky in the east turned white, thousands of cavalrymen, billowing smoke and dust, finally appeared on the horizon several miles away from Xuanhua Gate.
Thousands of troops and horses came with great force, like a torrent rushing across the wasteland, shaking the entire land.
Standing on the tower of Xuanhua Gate, Yuan Wenshao could even see some fine gravel on the battlements trembling with the sound of horse hooves.
"Finally here..."
Yuan Wenshao looked at the battle flag of the Divine Guards in the distance and let out a sigh of joy.
Several generals who climbed up the stairs together to look at the approaching enemy turned to look at Yuan Wenshao, their faces full of astonishment.
However, before they could react, Yuan Wenshao's face turned extremely cold, and he swung his palm like a knife: "Do it!"
In an instant, several of Wu Mou's confidant generals suddenly felt a sharp pain in their ribs, and they lowered their heads violently. Only then did they realize that a dagger had been inserted into their abdomens. The dagger was inserted very deep, and only the handle of the knife was exposed.
Vibrating with his own breathing.
Several people fell to the ground clutching their wounds, raised their heads and looked at Yuan Wenshao in disbelief, but Yuan Wenshao's expression was extremely calm at the moment, and he turned to face the stunned soldiers on the tower.
Yuan Wenshao took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "The rebels have been killed, and now the king's master has arrived, do you still have to fight stubbornly?"
The soldiers on the city tower had been deceived by Wu Mou, and they were dragged into the rebellion without a trace.
At present, the army is pressing down outside the city, and the trusted generals sent by Wu Mou to suppress it are dead. Naturally, these ordinary soldiers will no longer sacrifice their lives for Wu Mou.
After the brief commotion, the soldiers put down their weapons one after another and were willing to obey Yuan Wenshao's orders.
When Wei Chen and Gu Tingye arrived at the Xuanhua Gate with the vanguard army, they saw that the tall and majestic Bianjing City in front of them had its gates wide open.
Yuan Wenshao led a group of city defenders to kneel down outside the city. Several fresh and bloody heads were lined up in front of them. They were the heads of Xuanhuamen rebels.
The commander of the Divine Guard Army, Song Chaozhong, had been notified by Wei Chen in advance. He knew Yuan Wenshao's position long ago and captured Xuanhua Gate without any blood. Song Chaozhong encouraged Yuan Wenshao and asked Yuan Wenshao to be responsible for escorting the surrendered soldiers.
Waiting for the arrival of the army led by the British Duke.
In the Song Dynasty, he, together with Wei Chen and Gu Tingye, led most of the troops and continued to gallop towards the imperial city.
……
At this moment, in the imperial city, King Yan led thousands of rebels and surrounded the emperor's palace in Funing Palace.
When the rebels attacked, Zhao An, the Secretary of the Imperial City, felt that he had failed the emperor and wanted to die to apologize, so he sacrificed his life and took the lead, leading the inner palace to fight against the rebels.
In the end, Zhao An was wounded dozens of times and died fighting hard. In the inner palace, he was also outnumbered and either died or surrendered.
After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, the rebels finally broke into Funing Palace.
King Yan, dressed in the royal robes of a prince, strode into the emperor's palace until he was in front of the imperial eucalyptus.
As this important event was about to be accomplished, King Yan was naturally very proud. He suppressed the urge to laugh loudly, bowed to Zhao Zhen behind the imperial eucalyptus, and tried his best to force out a humble smile.
"Your Majesty, please write the edict of succession!"
After King Yan finished speaking, his right-hand man, the white-faced scribe, walked up to Zhao Zhen, took a blank imperial edict made of silk brocade from the eunuch's hand, then picked up a piece of soft paper on the table, dipped it in ink, and handed it to Zhao Zhen with a pale face.
Zhao Zhen.
"Rebel!"
Without even looking at the white-faced scribe in front of him, Zhao Zhen slowly stood up from his throne, stared at King Yan with burning eyes, and suddenly laughed and said:
"It would be easy for me to die, but without this imperial edict, your reputation will not be justified. When the time comes, the Qinwang's disciples will rise everywhere in the world, and all the descendants of the Zhao family will be able to attack you. I wonder how many days you can sit in this country!"<
/p>
Seeing that Zhao Zhen refused to cooperate, the smile on King Yan's face gradually disappeared, finally revealing his cruel nature.
King Yan sneered, pulled out his sword with a clang, raised the sword and glanced sideways at Zhao Zhen, his eyes cold and cold: "Old man, if you don't drink the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty!"
"Your Highness! Don't be impulsive!"
The white-faced scribe on the side was afraid that King Yan would really kill Zhao Zhen in his anger, so he quickly stepped forward to stop him and said: "Your Highness, we still need an edict!"
Usurping the throne also requires a basic principle: either the power will be overwhelming, or there will be heavy troops.
King Yan does not occupy any of these two.
He is just a prince who failed in his bid for the heir apparent. He only has five thousand soldiers and generals despite all his efforts.
If we can't get the edict of passing the throne and don't have the name of orthodoxy, King Yan will not be able to control even Bianjing City with this little power, let alone a huge Zhou Dynasty.
The white-faced scribe's earnest persuasion finally put a stop to the raging anger in King Yan's chest, and he slowly calmed down.
"If he doesn't write it, I will write it myself!"
King Yan glared at Zhao Zhen and snorted coldly. He finally put the sword back into its sheath, grabbed the imperial edict on the imperial edict and was about to wield it himself.
The white-faced scribe was dumbfounded when he saw this. Just when he was about to say something to dissuade him, he suddenly heard a commotion outside the palace. Rong Xian entered the palace in a panic and reported: "Your Highness, it's not good. The Song Dynasty of the Divine Guards led people to attack Xuande."
The door is open!"
"What!"
King Yan was shocked when he heard this and cursed loudly: "Aren't the Divine Guards stationed in the camp in the western suburbs? What does Wu Mou do for food? Didn't I ask him to seal the city gate and not allow anyone to enter or exit? What about the Divine Guards?"
Where did it come from?"
It wasn't until the noise outside got closer and closer that King Yan gave up the idea of quarreling and quickly asked Rong Xian to lead his men to close the palace door in an attempt to make a final stand.
The door of the Funing Palace was originally quite strong, but when the rebels attacked the door earlier, they used siege stakes to knock the door open, which had already been damaged to a great extent. Now we want to let it function
Any defensive effect is just nonsense.
Bang!
Not long after Rong Xian led his men to block the door, there was a loud bang from the door of Funing Hall. It was obvious that the door had been broken down. The sound of chaotic footsteps came from far and near, and a large number of soldiers of the Divine Guards rushed into Funing Hall. p>
Ever since the Divine Guards entered the Imperial City, they have been on a roll with unstoppable momentum. The rebels often collapse at the first touch, panicking like a lost dog. They cannot even think of resisting. They often abandon their armor and panic as soon as they see the flag of the Divine Guards.
Escape.
In the final analysis, most of the rebels were just coerced by the generals and had no intention of rebelling. Once they met the upright King Qin's army, they felt that their defeat was certain. Who still had the heart to fight again? p>
Under the fierce attack of the God Guards, the rebels could not hold on for a while and fled in all directions.
Seeing this scene, the previously arrogant King Yan couldn't help showing a look of despair. He gritted his teeth, turned back to the palace, dragged Zhao Zhen to the palace gate with one hand, and shouted: "I have an emperor."
With it in hand, who dares to..."
"Hugh!"
Before King Yan finished speaking, a blood flower suddenly bloomed on his chest. A white-feathered arrow swayed gently in his chest, as if a white iris flower was inserted in the wind.