fake prince

Meng Lin was silent for a moment and stood expressionless: "There is a holy metaphor!"

There was silence for a while, Su Ziji seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The two armies are fighting, and the status is the most important. Now that you have rebelled, how can you kneel down to respect the Holy Ann?

Seeing that Su Ziji had no intention of kneeling down, Meng Lin's face flashed with green energy, and he continued: "Great grandson, your father is in the Ming Dynasty, but he is deviant, alienated from the righteous, and cannot maintain the line. It is better to depose him as a commoner, but I accept my illness, remember the kindness of my father and son, and forgive him."

At this point, his voice became louder and louder.

"You, my concubine, searched carefully and selected you. Once you were honored as a duke, king, or even entrusted to the state, you were treated with great kindness and your title was less than a favor."

"There is nothing greater than heaven and earth in childbirth; love and respect are insignificant, and nothing is more important than the king and his relatives. Therefore, being a minister is more important than being loyal, and being a son is more important than being filial."

"I ask myself, I love you, I love you so much, I know it both inside and outside. But now I ask you, you fight for the dead, compete to attract the murderer, and even lead the army here today, what do you want to do?"

"It's not too late to pull back from the brink!"

Meng Lin's voice became louder and louder, and finally he shouted loudly, as if he was being pointed out by thousands of people. As he spoke, he swept across and saw only the guards and soldiers, all with angry faces, as if they wanted to fight with Su Zi, but the armored soldiers around him were all alone. He was so horrified that he seemed to be motionless.

"Why does Taisun have such a dead soldier?" Meng Lin was really heartbroken. The only comfort was that even though he was farther away, there was still a little commotion.

"Are you done?" Su Ziji seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were filled with coldness.

Any chance and room for improvement was gone when Meng Lin read aloud.

When Meng Lin heard the sound, his heart suddenly palpitated. In an instant, his body flashed, with a strange coldness that penetrated his bones. The figures were indistinguishable, dizzying, and they seemed to be rushing to attack.

Zeng Nianzhen was well prepared. He pulled it down with a "clang" and the sword flashed sharply. Almost at the same time, Gao Ze screamed and moved his fingers.

"Zhengzhengzheng" sparks flew, and a faint figure appeared next to the sword light. With a loud roar, the figure suddenly separated and escaped.

Su Ziji watched calmly, since martial arts exists, there are people who study it.

Later I discovered that any martial arts is still limited by space.

Even if it's not Zeng Nianzhen, as long as you are a guard, you don't need to see clearly the enemy's attack movements. You just need to intercept them on the road you must pass, and then use several knives to compress the space.

Seeing that the assassin was about to escape if he missed a hit, Su Ziji smacked his hand and waved: "Shoot!"

"Shoot!" Zeng Nianzhen roared without hesitation, followed by a sharp whistle, which suddenly broke the disturbing tranquility, and a hail of arrows rushed in.

Meng Lin's speed suddenly changed, a few minutes faster, and he dodged into the guards.

"Puff puff"

Time seemed to pause. The crossbow arrow pierced the air, passing by with a roar of death. In an instant, a splash of blood spattered, and the face of the young guard at the front could be seen.

The facial features and expressions are clear, the bloodshot eyeballs, the young face that refuses to believe in death, and the blank and empty eyes reveal bone-deep fear.

At this time, the second generation is no different from a humble slave.

"kill"

Once the action was taken, there was an order, and there was a commotion in the tightly packed military formation, and then a huge crowd surged upward.

"Puff, puff, puff!" The swords, guns, swords and shields collided fiercely together, stabbing, slashing and poking, causing waves of blood to spurt out.

"Hold the crossbow diagonally and shoot!"

"Puff puff puff", another rain of locust arrows was raised up tilted, shot straight into the sky, and then turned back down.

"kill!"

Followed by the black iron stream, the array moved forward, walking up the steps, and then branched out into tributaries, spreading towards the surroundings.

"Zeng Nianzhen really knows the enemy!"

In this case, shooting directly is not as good as pointing into the air.

Whether it is a direct shot or an armored charge, it is a one-sided strike. However, if it is shot diagonally into the air, the crossbow will fall down when its power is exhausted, and the heavy one will fall down. Due to gravity, it will go faster and faster.

Enough to effectively kill.

This was tantamount to a three-dimensional pincer attack by air and land, and the guards behind him were suddenly empty.

The array of bows and crossbows marched forward, shooting every ten steps.

Two waves of different colors kept colliding and killing each other.

The guards resisted desperately. The first few rows continued to fall, and the back row continued to meet them.

In the fierce strangulation, the numbers of both sides were rapidly reduced.

But the guards were obviously outnumbered and gradually submerged in the black iron flow.The crossbow array kept approaching, firing every ten steps, corpses were lying everywhere, and the bodies of the guards blocked the road.

A stray arrow flew over the shield and sank into the palace. The eunuch was startled and took a breath.

"Your Majesty, please retreat quickly!"

"Your Majesty, please retreat quickly!" the eunuchs and guards shouted while resisting desperately.

"I won't leave, but I want to see if this rebellious grandson dares to kill his ancestors and emperor!"

Looking in front of him, the emperor gritted his teeth, roared in a low voice, and coughed heavily, with an abnormal blush on his face.

"I can train such elite soldiers, but I don't know how deep my grandson's scheming is!"

"The Imperial City Secretary is really killable!"

"Is there really something wrong with this slave dog, Ma Shunde?"

"Or, Zhao Bingzhong?"

In fact, there were originally 3000 imperial guards, who were transferred to various guards. Now they are staying at the emperor's side, only [-] of them.

Five hundred versus thousands, and there is no terrain, so it is naturally difficult to resist.

More importantly, the guards were not allowed to hold crossbows. They could only listen to "puff, puff, puff" as the crossbow arrows pierced the air and splashed blood. One by one, the young guards fell to the ground.

The screams and orders came clearly into the hall, but the emperor turned a deaf ear and closed his eyes in pain. If he didn't want to retreat, where could he retreat?
After a while, the explosion below collapsed.

From the fighting till now, the guards were all wounded and exhausted. When they retreated to the main hall, they were all wounded and covered in blood. They stood with knives in hand, preparing for the last fight.

"Clearance!"

"The descendants do not kill!"

The black-clothed military formation was so powerful that it was almost impossible to see much damage. More importantly, upon seeing this situation, the Yulin Guards and the Shenwu Guards all swarmed in.

"Shoot!"

The archers fired continuously, taking advantage of their time to kill the escaping guards one by one.

The emperor suddenly changed his color and raised his fists heavily.

"How dare he? How dare he?"

In the middle of the army, Su Ziji's figure gradually appeared. Guarded by hundreds of black-clad armored men, he slowly climbed up the steps.

Bricks and poles are clearly visible in my mind, but my mood is very different.

After years of ups and downs in this life, and finally reaching this point, how can one not feel melancholy?
He walked up the many steps slowly and slowly, as steadily as a mountain.

"what--"

A few dozen steps away, a black shadow suddenly rushed towards him. In mid-air, there was a forest of long halberds. The afterimage fell on the sharp edge, but it seemed to have been broken. The lower half accelerated towards Su Ziji.

"Escort!"

The surrounding guards raised their shields and rushed towards him, and arrows were fired at him.

"kill!"

Surrounded by armored soldiers and crossbows, Su Ziji walked to the top level without looking back, climbed onto the steps of Yangxin Hall, and met the emperor's gaze after dozens of steps.

"Grandson, why are you here?"

The emperor spoke out, even though his voice was the same as before and his expression was very calm, he looked down and out, like a sick dragon.

"Yes, even if your words and demeanor are the same, you will naturally be powerful if you have power, but you will be reckless if you don't have the right!" Looking around, Su Ziji thought to himself, but instead of answering the emperor's words, he gave an order.

"Anyone armed with weapons, inside or outside the palace, will be killed without mercy!"

"promise!"

The left and right men responded solemnly, and the three hundred armored soldiers roared around the emperor and rushed directly into the palace. Then there were the sounds of shouting and fighting.

Su Ziji stared at all this, and his eyes met Zhao Bingzhong, who was still standing respectfully behind the emperor. He did not salute, let alone speak.

Waiting quietly for the last resistance to dissipate.

The emperor stared deeply and finally showed his dejection.