Chapter 689: Counterattack

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The pale tornado almost roared, and it crashed into the frightened and disorganized pursuers. It was like a large piece of frost-white smoke blooming on the ground; it was instantly covered and swallowed up, at least The pursuers within a few hundred steps, as well as the torches and lanterns they held up.

A moment later, when the people on the mountain, who were waiting in full formation, rushed out of the preset formation, they were shocked to find that the road and the edge of the field were full of frost-white figures that were instantly frozen on the spot; like lifelike statues, everyone was stunned. All his expressions and movements are condensed in this moment,

Although their armors, swords, beards, hair, and hair were covered in frost; some people's eyes could still move slightly; but no breath could be seen between their mouths and noses. Then, with a slight touch, the ice pieces suddenly cracked and fell; they were as fragile as a puppet with broken strings.

At this moment, the crowds of people holding planks, short spears, forked spears, and curved-edged swords couldn't help but scream in shock, and cheered with great morale on the spot; almost without hesitation, they crossed over, knocked down, and trampled over , these frozen soldiers in Beijing rushed towards the larger number of enemies.

The enemy's pursuers in the capital were horrified and confused when faced with this scene; even though the generals and soldiers on horseback were rushing back and forth to spur them on, they were still in a mess and could not be organized into a line; Even the bow attendants who had shot a round before were fleeing on both sides in a panic.

Because, just behind the charging mountains, a new frost-white tornado was taking shape in the sky, and it quickly expanded to twice as thick as before. Therefore, before the people from the mountain could rush in front of them, a judge on horseback supervising the formation suddenly fell off his horse in fright.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, surrounding the frightened judge who fell off his horse, the followers who went to the rescue in an instant, and the soldiers who were scrambling to scatter, were confused and confused; and they were united in disguise. They rushed backwards with all their strength, and the soldiers whose sight was blocked were blocked.

Therefore, the people of the mountain who roared across the wilderness were able to break into the army formations from the capital with almost no obstacles; they also handed over the knife attendants, bow attendants, spear attendants, official athletes, and soldiers from the outer guards who were mixed in with the swordsmen. People are scattered in waves and bursts. Until they met a team of Yabusame horses.

Composed of the children of the accompanying ministers in the capital and the common people of the outer vassal, the Ryudi horse team, wearing bamboo and iron armor, wearing vertebrae hats and helmets, holding spears and bows, was almost like a rain of arrows ready to attack. Lian Shanzhong shot down one of them head-on, and then used the gun in the center to break through and separate the left and right ends.

However, the next moment, the white tornado that was gathering momentum in the air also sprayed out among the Ryuga horse team. In an instant, the sky and the earth were filled with white frost, and ice flowers spread and froze the vast wilderness. The next moment, someone else rushed out of the misty white smoke with billowing frost vapor.

However, these white-skinned Yabusame horses were not able to charge very far; instead, they became stiff one after another, fell down with their heads whining, or rolled over on their side on the side of the road; in the end, they screamed in agony. None of them could be sent out; at this time, the remaining thousands of officers and soldiers were completely collapsed.

Therefore, he could only let four to five hundred Lianshan people chase him all the way, killing at least half of his opponents. When the Guihai Guards who were guarding the port and ships nearby also joined in the pursuit, more than a thousand officers and soldiers who came again were dispersed by the defeated troops before they even engaged in battle.

When it got brighter, the pursuing Lianshan and Guihaiwei could even see the half-destroyed Rosen Gate on the southern wall of Heianjing. At this time, the wind and snow that had fallen all night gradually dissipated as the sky cleared; the city gate was filled with men holding swords and bows.

However, most of them were looking at this rebel force who dared to kill the south gate of the capital with uncertainty. It wasn't until the moment when Sister Lu Qingren, dressed as the officiant, walked out of the gently swaying carriage that Ji Zejun raised his swords, guns, bows and arrows high and cheered in unison.

The defenders of the capital city on top of the city were also waking up from a dream, waving their weapons, yelling, cursing, and intimidating people; some began to enumerate Jizawa's rebellion, read out the edicts and rewards issued by Gongzhong, and encouraged them. The morale of the left and right. At the same time, a row of messy arrows were fired.

This naturally provoked a lot of ridicule and ridicule from the people who were far away from the shooting range. However, the next moment, a stout soldier wearing gray armor suddenly threw a ten-foot-long weapon from the top of the city. The Zhu Qiang roared like lightning in an instant and came directly from the carriage of sister Xiaolu Qinglian.

But just a few steps away from touching her, the buzzing vibration suddenly stopped and hung in the air; then it reversed its direction and flew towards the city in the opposite direction like an arrow. Amidst the rapid exclamations, although it failed to hit the gray-armored soldiers, it easily penetrated several of them and pinned them to the wall.

For a moment, the morale of the defenders at the top of the city was greatly depressed; however, Lu Qinglian, the younger sister, who had come back to her senses, calmly asked the people around her: "What a warrior, but it's a pity that he is standing in the wrong position. How can anyone know such a person?" What kind of family do you come from?"

Immediately, an older priest with gray hair and a gray beard, wearing a hunting robe and a tall hat, replied: "Reporting to the Grand Palace Secretary of the country, this son should be the last descendant of the Fujiwara Minami family who returned to the country under the imperial edict. He is a member of the Taira family. Ping Haiqing; when he performed martial arts in front of the deposed king, he was said to be unparalleled in his bow and spear and could conquer a country."

In fact, after Anekōji Seoren demonstrated the power bestowed upon him by the divine ancestor in front of the capital's pursuit formation; the entire Namba Kyoto area, with Shitennoji and Nagagata Toyosaki as its core, all the Miyaji temples and shrines. Overnight, he became a firm supporter of Ai Xiaolu Qinglian's followers.

It also provided her with at least a thousand private soldiers and armed men; as well as a temporary staff and advisory group of hundreds of people. So after hearing this, my sister Lu Qinglian couldn't help but smile: "So he is a speculator who follows the deposed king's son (the Lord of Tancheng) to counterattack?"

The next moment, she turned around again and returned to the large elevator that was tightly covered by the curtain. She seemed to pray to the invisible existence for a moment, and then walked out with a solemn face, holding a handful in her hand. The unusually delicate round fan was fanning far away in the direction of the city.

After she slapped the fan three times, suddenly a crack appeared in the void sky diagonally above the city head; suddenly, a large area of ​​milky white and delicate smoke fell down like flowing clouds. Almost in the blink of an eye, it covered and wrapped up the Rosen Gate.

Then Ji Zejun, who was standing under the city, began to stride forward in unison with the sound of the conch horn, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Kill the thieves!" Kneel down to avoid death." "If not, no one will be left alive!"

At the same time, the defenders at the top of the city who were shrouded in thick smoke erupted into fierce roars, curses, shrill exclamations, and screams; as well as panic-stricken sounds of fighting regardless of the enemy or ourselves. . However, what is strange is that no one escaped.

Therefore, after covering the city for several hours, it swallowed up a lot of smoke that came to support the defenders, and was once again absorbed by the invisible void; some of it even turned a light pink. But on top of the original city, there were only corpses lying on pillows and silence.

It was only when Ji Zejun stepped into the gate building that he discovered that most of the defenders died of cannibalism, and the remaining small number were also dead in hideous and twisted shapes, as if they had been greatly frightened and horrified, and had turned their bodies away. The head, face, chest, and arms were all scratched to pieces.

Then, as the Rashomon Gate went up and down, at least a thousand defenders were annihilated; in addition, the entire pursuer army was annihilated. In the huge capital, there is no longer any organized armed force that can resist. Perhaps there are some clans of ministers and generals in some high-ranking mansions in Zuojing.

But at this moment, on the Suzaku Street, which is as straight and spacious as before, almost no one dares to jump out and block and hinder the path of the Qing Company leading its troops to the Forbidden City. Even the remaining Fanghe and Daowei from the left and right inner guards and imperial guards of each government office before the ban dispersed after hearing the news.

As the heavy palace doors were opened, Sister Xiaolu Qinglian was like taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, stepping into the forbidden area where only the palace masters could stay and linger in the past; without hesitation, she left a mark on the smooth and new bottom template. One footprint after another, they entered the Zihuan Palace where they consulted on daily affairs.

However, neither King Fang Liang, who was sitting high on the throne behind the curtain, nor the noble ministers lined up in the corridors on the left and right, were all missing. Only a few robes, shoes, hair crowns, silk handkerchiefs, etc. were left. The paintings, screens, fans, and curtains on the four walls were knocked to pieces and were in a mess.

When Zuo Qie, who was holding a splendid long sword, followed closely and came to the back courtyard known as the Imperial Palace; as the Chonghua Gate decorated with multiple calyxes and brackets opened, a fierce shout of killing suddenly broke out; in the flower stone , trees, screen fans, and hanging curtains, many people rushed out to teach swordsmen.

Holding a long-handled naginata or a long-handled double-wielding broadsword, they attacked Aimekoji Seiren from almost three directions; then, Sakiri suddenly drew his sword in his arms, and suddenly unfolded the nearest naginata with a cold light like snow. Unexpectedly, what moved faster than her was the invisible force flashing through the void.

There were just a series of crisp sounds of cracking and breaking. The swords that were stabbing and slashing at Sister Xiaolu Qingren seemed to have collided with an invisible cover. They were broken and shot back at these sword masters. On his own body; after a brief scream and cry, he fell silent again.

Then, groups of women knelt down, crawled on the ground, or were too frightened to stand up. The female family members of the palace, who could only sit against the wall or pillars, as well as the attached female royals, female concubines, life wives, etc., were all frightened. Looking at this woman, she is an intruder full of evil spirits...

It wasn't until the next moment that an Izhi Maiden from the middle palace stood up from among the inner palace women. She said to her sister Xiaolu Qinglian without being humble or arrogant: "The chief minister of the state is late. Your Majesty and all the elders of the inner palace are here." You, you, have already gone out to hunt for the capital, but I am the only one who remains in the Palace of Attendance..."

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