At the east city gate, thousands of corpses lay in a pool of blood. Hundreds of people, covered in blood and covered with wounds, blocked the troops from attacking the city gate.
The middle-aged man who led the team was holding a knife, half-kneeling on the ground panting, and his body was covered in bruises.
He looked up at the street. There were corpses and broken armor everywhere, as well as men sorting the corpses.
Some of the surrounding buildings have collapsed due to the earthquake, and many residents are fleeing in all directions.
His gaze was obviously not on those chaotic scenes, but on the end of the street.
At the end of the street, a group of remnant soldiers, led by a young man with more than a dozen arrows stuck in his body, rode over menacingly.
The remnants of the group only numbered five to six hundred people, but their fierce aura and murderous aura of killing everything made people's hair stand on end.
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank sharply, and the colors of the soldiers around him changed.
Ao Bai let his men occupy the east city gate, and even let the four masters kill the Seven Banners owners and senior officials wantonly.
The destructive power is too great. However, if Obai was still the regent, he would be extremely powerful. No one would dare to provoke him at will.
It's a pity that once he rebels, he becomes everyone's enemy.
No matter whether it is a hostile force or a neutral force, he will never allow him to monopolize the throne.
Otherwise, we will face a bloodbath.
Even before Oboi sat on the throne, he was already so cruel, which naturally made people hate him.
Without absolute strength, bloody suppression would be fine, but once he loses power, he has already pushed himself against everyone.
The princes and ministers in the city resisted wildly, and Obai's army suffered heavy losses.
The Shenwu Sect was defeated in one battle, but the losses in other places were even worse.
The four masters have long been surrounded and suppressed, and even the east city gate was captured by Nalan Mingzhu.
But the losses were heavy, and there were very few people who had the strength to fight again.
But now the enemy appeared, even though they were all injured, but they didn't dare to look down on him in the slightest.
The bloody smell coming from the battlefield is frightening.
The residents who had escaped from their houses because of the earthquake were all terrified and did not dare to look directly.
Wang Jian silently led the more than 500 remaining soldiers under his command and quickly galloped towards the east city gate.
Ao Bai is dead, Kangxi is dead, and his plan has been completed.
He is just a subordinate of Obai, and it is impossible for him to ascend to the throne of God in this way. The only solution for now is to leave the imperial city and wait for the opportunity.
The Shenwu Sect's army had been crippled by him, and the city was already in chaos due to the previous killings of the four masters. In addition, there was an earthquake, so it would be difficult to encircle and suppress his remnant army.
He found all the horses in the palace, and everyone galloped along without encountering any danger, just tiredness after the battle.
"Fire the arrow!"
"Brothers, the East City Gate is right in front of us. We will be free as soon as we leave the capital. Kill!"
"kill!"
Although he was tired, he naturally fought for his life.
Wang Jian rode forward and roared out with a two-foot-long spear. The arrow rain was much different from what the Shenwu Sect faced, and since he no longer needed to retain his strength, Wang Jian tried his best to hit all the arrows that were shot at him.
fly.
Two consecutive rounds of arrow rain caused heavy damage to the remaining soldiers behind him, but he was still in high spirits.
"kill!"
As soon as he arrived at the gate of the east city, he picked off two enemies with his spear and sat high on his horse, giving full play to the attack power of his spear.
After killing several people one after another, he saw Nalan Mingzhu not far away and urged his horses to rush towards the enemy.
Nalan Mingzhu knew that he could not retreat. All the soldiers were fighting now. Once he retreated and his morale plummeted, he would no longer be able to surround and suppress this remnant army.
It's a pity that although he is a powerful minister, his military force value is not much, and he can only be regarded as an ordinary general.
In the world of martial arts, he is someone who is easily destroyed, even if there are two second-rate warriors surrounding him.
Wang Jian used the Hundred Strikes to start a prairie fire, surrounding all three of them with his marksmanship. He stopped and changed position in just three seconds.
The three of them covered their throats, but the blood spurted out unstoppably, and finally fell to the ground unable to do anything.
Wang Jian's fierceness immediately activated the morale of his remaining soldiers. Especially since the opponent was wreaking havoc in the city wall, the archers were blown away one after another, minimizing the losses of the remaining soldiers.
When Duolong and Suo'etu arrived with two thousand soldiers and horses, the entire east city gate was covered with blood, and only a few dozen people were still alive.
The two looked at each other, both seeing horror in each other's eyes.
At this moment, the earthquake shook again, but it came from all around the capital.
They didn't know why the earthquake came. Even the emperor died. Is this a warning from God?
No one understood, but they did not pursue the remaining soldiers led by Wang Jian.
This army is so brutal, especially Wang Jian.
With more than a dozen arrows stuck in his body and still alive and well, this kind of person is too dangerous.
Now that he has left the city, he naturally does not want to contact him again.
The remaining soldiers exited the east city gate and quickly galloped towards the south.
Fortunately, there have been earthquakes all around the capital. Fengtai Camp, Chengde Camp, and the Green Camp garrison all suffered heavy losses due to earthquakes.
Not to mention returning to the capital, even the remnants of Wang Jian's soldiers couldn't do it, and they had too much to worry about.
After running ten miles, everyone stopped and started cooking under Wang Jian's order.
Wang Jian sat on a three-meter-high boulder and asked one of the soldiers to pull out the arrow from his body.
At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to him.
Although Wang Jian is a Han Chinese, his might has left a deep mark on everyone's hearts.
Even the arrows on Wang Jian's body have become symbols.
He has become a leader now. If he loses him, no one will know what to do next.
Many people know that they did not realize it during the war, but once the war was over, the battle damage rate soared, and these soldiers had experience.
They were worried that once the arrow was pulled out, Wang Jian would fall down without a doctor.
Arrows were pulled out one after another. Seeing Wang Jian's unchanging expression, everyone admired him greatly and took Wang Jian's leadership as a matter of course.
Little did they know that Wang Jian had long been numb from pain.
For the sake of progress and calculation, he also worked hard.
Although these arrows did not cause fatal damage, the severe pain burned his nerves all the time.
If it wasn't for his anus, he would have backed down long ago.
In order to establish his position in front of the remnant soldiers, he had no choice but to endure it. Even if his gums bleed from biting them, he had to endure it.
Pulling out arrows one after another, Wang Jian stood up under the admiring eyes of everyone and tore off his torn clothes.
The blood and blood holes on it were horrifying.
However, the next moment, there seemed to be a divine light that filled Wang Jian's body, and then the bloody holes disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the end, all the wounds disappeared completely.
Wang Jian didn't know where to take out a towel. After wiping it, it was clear and intact.
Everyone was stunned, and the whole scene became cold and silent.
However, the next moment, roaring cheers came one after another.
Everyone looked at Wang Jian as if they were looking at a god, with worship and madness in their eyes.
Some even knelt down on the ground and shouted some words they couldn't understand, but they fully expressed their worship and belief.