He was hit three times in a row, two ribs were broken, and the broken bones stabbed his internal organs. The huge impact completely destroyed his internal strength. He no longer had the strength to continue fighting. When Dior died, he pretended to be a blue-collar worker. At that moment, he saw the black muzzle pointed at Emperor Tongzhi.
"Long live Lord, be careful!" The loyal protector of the Forbidden City used his last strength to rush forward suddenly, and hit Dio's right wrist holding the gun with a headbutt.
Bang bang bang... three gunshots were fired, and the bullets flew past Zai Chun's head.
"Damn guy..." Dio cursed angrily, and hit Lian Jiu on the head with a slight bend of his right arm. Lian Jiu, who had exhausted all his strength, was knocked to the ground.
At this time, Hu Xingxin also rushed up. He was more injured than Lian Jiuxiao. At least the internal energy in his dantian was not broken. He flicked his left hand like lightning, and a bone-penetrating nail directly penetrated his right hand holding the gun. wrist.
Um! With a muffled groan, the gun in Dio's right hand fell to the ground. The bone-penetrating nails were actually poisonous. Instead of severe pain, there was a sore and numb feeling.
Dio is a veteran, not an Eastern martial arts master. He doesn't know what kind of poison can be quenched in hidden weapons, but with his veteran's intuition, he can also detect that this weird nail must not be simple. There is no wound in the world that does not hurt.
"Go to hell! You Chinese people dominate the inferior race, this group of East Asian yellow-skinned monkeys, you dare to insult the great French Emperor and the great France!"
The roaring Dior pulled out a shiny bayonet from his boot. This bayonet once accompanied him all over the world. In Crimea, this bayonet fought against the Russian Cossacks. In North Africa, the bayonet cut the throats of Moors. In Bangladesh, the bayonet cut the throats of Moors. The country's bayonet opened the chest of the country's infidel again.
Even outside the Chinese capital, outside the Bali Bridge, a bridge that is still fresh in the memory of Europeans, Dior and the veterans who participated in the Crimean War lined up in a dense charging formation, overwhelming the Qing troops guarding the bridge. Shoot them down in rows, and then make up for it with one more stab.
This knife is the honor of a veteran. When he retired, he didn't ask for any souvenirs. He only kept this bayonet, a knife of honor that helped France expand its territory and colonize overseas.
With a knife in hand, the military spirit from the battlefield is revived again!
"Go to hell!" The bayonet in Dio's hand drew a strange arc and stabbed Hu Xingxin. Hu Xingxin could have dealt with the foreign devil's inferior fighting skills with one finger.
But today, Hu Xingxin was no longer able to survive. His reaction speed could not keep up due to serious injuries, and his body control ability was also reduced to the weakest.
"Can't the bullet penetrate your chest? I don't believe it can't penetrate your ribs!"
Poof... Blood spurted out from under Hu Xiaoxin's left rib. The flaw in the soft armor was still in front of the two ribs. There was no protection from the steel plate and only a double layer of cowhide connecting it, which could not block this killing blow.
The blade of the knife pierced the alveoli of the lungs, and blood spurted out in the lungs. Hu Xiaoxin wanted Long Live Master to run away, but when he opened his mouth, blood spurted out along the throat. With a pop, Hu Xiaoxin fell to the ground softly, holding the wound tightly with his right hand.
Zai Chun's last hope has also fallen. He is now only one meter away from the killer Dio. The two of them can see the beating muscles on each other's faces when they look at each other.
"Master, be careful..." Da Si Xi rushed up and bit Dio's arm, but Dio punched the head eunuch in the face with his other hand, knocking off Da Si Xi's teeth. Several.
No one could save Zai Chun. All his loyal men were more than three meters away. It was too late to come back for help. Dio's bloody bayonet went straight to Zai Chun's heart and stabbed it.
The sword was struck by electricity, leaving an afterimage, and it stabbed forward with all its strength!
In that flash of lightning and thunder, Zai Chun saw the black and white impermanent smile in a trance, and his own voice passed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
There was no memory of his mother and father in his childhood memories. He only knew that a man wearing bright yellow clothes and coughing from time to time was his father. The wet nurse once said that in the future, he would also wear that bright yellow dragon robe. on the body.
Where is the mother? Although he was able to go and greet his mother every day, he was taken away after not being able to say more than two or three words. His childhood memories seemed to consist of wet nurses, eunuchs, maids, and of course endless rules.
He was extremely excited when he left the palace for the first time in his memory. He didn't understand why everyone around him was so frightened, but this was the first time he saw the palace door open and everyone hurriedly left this familiar place. Prison.
There was no end in sight for the team, and the world outside the palace gate was so wonderful. They cried all the way to the north. Zai Chun didn't know why people were crying, but he saw the rolling mountains and farmland like blue waves.
Zai Chun never expected that this time leaving the palace would be the beginning of the fulfillment of the wet nurse's prophecy. After countless chaos happened, when he returned to the Forbidden City again, the bright yellow dragon robe would actually be draped on him.
"How can this dragon robe be the glory of the Ninth Five Lords? This is the rune that urges death! Whoever wears it will die!"
This was the only sentence that came to Emperor Tongzhi's mind at this moment. The only thing left was the cold light that occupied all his vision.
Xiang Ying's final killing move was finally launched. At this moment, all the loyal soldiers who died for Emperor Tongzhi had been lured out. Zai Chun no longer had any direct descendants around him. He could only wait for the final judgment of fate alone.
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"Everything should have ended a long time ago. If I want to blame you, just blame Zai Chun for having undue ambitions! He has unrealistic ambitions at such a young age, and at the same time, he doesn't have the strength to match it... Who will die if he doesn't die? "
Xiang Ying rubbed his temples tiredly. Cai Bixia in front of him had already burst into tears.
"Xiang Ying, you are crazy, you are really crazy! How can you do this? How can you face the head of state? Who can you hide this kind of thing from?"
Lin Zhen's face was pale and his lips were a little trembling. After all, it was a major matter to assassinate the emperor. To say he was not afraid would be pure nonsense.
"Xiang Ying will be fine. Zhou Peilong and You Qinghui have decided to commit suicide. If the master insists on conducting an internal investigation, they will bear all the blame..."
"Of course, the best result is to put the blame entirely on the French and Tsarist Russians. This actually helps the master. With this assassination, we will have more reason to declare war on France!"
"Shut up! Are you a fool when you are the master? Are you an idiot when you are the king? How many CIA resources have you used in this whole plan? You still want to hide it? Just go ahead and dream!"
"Then let Master know! I'm not afraid!" Xiang Ying stood up suddenly, with an excited blush on his face. "I'm not wrong. What am I afraid of! Even the Tartar emperor can be killed! What's more, this is a traitorous Tartar. The leader of thieves!"
"I dare to say this in front of the master! We are not wrong, and we will never be wrong! If we don't kill the Eight Banners thief leaders all over the world, there will be no Lang Lang Qingtian of our Chinese clan!"
"The deal is done! At this moment, Emperor Tongzhi has returned to the underworld! From now on, let me see who dares to betray the country!"
