However, the situation now became tense, as a group of private soldiers arrived one after another.
The Praetorian Guards were also increased in number.
It has to be said that the new king has some skills. He did not replace all the generals of the Imperial Guard, but only replaced some generals who were loyal to the king's father.
Some juniors, especially the frustrated generals, were promoted by him one after another. As a result, they naturally became loyal to the new king.
Seeing that he had many people, the new king immediately issued an order.
"All officers and men listen to the order and please take my father-in-law to rest in the side hall."
The tense situation suddenly turned strange, and a dark cloud fell over the harem.
King Liao's originally very determined expression turned from sunny to cloudy in an instant. What a joke, he asked the army to force him to live in the side hall.
Is this crazy?
As the imperial guards approached one after another, King Liao gave the soldiers next to him a look.
Suddenly, the soldier took a deep breath and roared into the sky.
The whistle lasted for half a minute before disappearing.
Everyone looked at the soldier, their eyes filled with confusion and a hint of something wrong.
"Tap tap tap tap~~~~!"
A large number of soldiers poured out from the palace and surrounded the Imperial Guards.
The Imperial Guards, who just had the numerical advantage, were immediately stunned. This was no joke.
Everyone is ready to get crystals. You just show up with five full-health summoners. What kind of trouble are you trying to make?
Compared to the confusion and fear of the soldiers, the new king did not think so.
As soldiers, their thinking is limited, especially in such an imminent situation, they have no idea.
But in the upper-level game, when encountering such a situation, you have to take the initiative. Once you take the initiative, you can do whatever you want.
Where is the initiative now? Naturally, in the confrontation between the two kings, whoever wins can make his voice heard.
As for the loser, regardless of life or death, he only cares about his dignity.
There was a "crack" sound.
King Liao pulled out his sword and faced the new king, with strong hatred in his eyes.
He hated why his son didn't come to save him.
He hated that in just a few days, his son had sat in that position regardless of his life or death.
He hated that his son not only refused to save him, but also dismissed all his confidants.
The grievances suffered by Yang Qian were all exploded by his son in an instant.
"Suppress the rebellion!!!"
In a word, the situation got out of control!
Although the regular army is equipped and its combat effectiveness is not as good as that of the Guards, according to the comprehensive weapons and equipment, the Guards cannot even catch up.
The two armies fought fiercely in the palace courtyard. The originally quiet and solemn palace was instantly filled with the sound of the collision of metal, the shouts of soldiers and the splash of blood.
The soldiers of one army were wearing bright armor, holding long swords, and marched in a neat pace, like an indestructible torrent of steel. Their eyes were firm, like rocks, showing their fearless determination.
The army on the other side wore leather armor and held long swords. They advanced forward with a posture as immovable as a rock.
In the courtyard, the dust of the battle was flying and blood was everywhere.
The sword light flashed, reflecting the soldiers' determined faces.
Every sound of the sword striking the armor was like the sound of a death knell, and every fallen soldier seemed to be composing an endless elegy.
Seeing such a scene, the clan's private soldiers also rushed forward. Their joining made the battle more intense and made the balance of victory more unpredictable.
For a time, the entire palace was filled with the noise and chaos of the battle.
The roars of the soldiers, the clash of sword blades, and the splash of blood formed a tragic scene.
This battle is no longer just a battle of victory and defeat, but a contest about honor, faith, life, and vital interests.
In a corner of the palace, an official watched all this with horror on his face. He endured strong discomfort and recorded the entire scene.
After knocking the two soldiers away, King Liao strode towards his son.
"Surrender, you are no match for me, so why increase the damage? The throne will still be yours in the future."
After continuously fighting a bloody path in the rebellious army, the new king panted and came to King Liao with a sword dripping with blood.
The two kings faced each other with swords, the breeze blew, and their eyes met, silently conveying each other's will.
Not surprisingly, both sides had only cold murderous intent in their eyes.
Talking about laying down your arms and surrendering, that's all to deceive ordinary people.
As for the throne, it only has its independence and singleness, and it is impossible to share it with others.
Not long after, King Liao's eyes flickered, and for some reason the eyes he looked at his son became softer.
He is the future king and his son, but that doesn't mean he can take away his power now.
If possible, I hope to save his life, but for some reason, his face is slightly flushed. No one knows King Liao's physical condition.
At that moment of emotion, King Liao's eyes returned to coldness, even with a touch of bloodlust.
"Come on, let me see how much progress you have made in these years!"
The new king's heart beat faster, and his blood rushed through his body, roaring in his veins like an awakened wind. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, as if he wanted to integrate the sword into his body and become a part of himself.
He didn't feel anything before, he had always been safe and sound, but at this moment, he had discovered that Jun's father really wanted his life, and that he was deeply distrustful and wary.
The journey from Hanguguan to Guzang was not short, at least five or six hundred miles. During such a long time, not a single bit of news was conveyed.
After arriving at the royal city, he went directly to the garrison camp without returning to the palace. This was not the way to get along well with him. This was entirely because he planned to send troops to capture him.
Now he is deceiving himself again and wants to capture him. From the cold killing intent, it is clear that he wants to capture and kill him.
But if I die, what will my mother do?
I have worked very hard, sleeping less than two hours a day, trying to calm down the country and then save my strength to rescue my parents.
Now that Jun’s father is back, where has my mother gone?
The new king swung his sword and drew a line of blood on the ground with a cold voice.
"Where is my queen mother?"
It was okay not to mention this, but once he mentioned it, King Liao felt as if he was going to explode, and the crimson color on his face became more and more intense.
Intense humiliation, powerlessness, and secret doubt made King Liao's entire face distorted.
"Don't mention this bitch to me. She is not your mother, nor the queen of the Liao Kingdom. From today on, you will treat her as dead."
"Fart, she is my grandma, forever!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the new king rushed towards King Liao with his sword at high speed.
King Liao and Queen were both of average stature, but the new king was burly, eight feet tall, and his swordsmanship was as fierce as the wind and rain, and his sword was as deadly as the wind.
King Liao, on the other hand, was slender and agile, his sword skills were like shadows and elusive, and his sword power was like a strong wind.
The two met their opponents and immediately fought together.
King Liao quickly counterattacked, his sword like a shadow, fast and elusive.
He danced out sword shadows one after another, making it impossible for the new king to see clearly the power of his sword.
The new king did not care, and used strength to overcome softness, forcing him to break through King Liao's sword shadow. With one swing of his sword, King Liao was forced to retreat.
However, King Liao was not afraid. He used clever moves to avoid the new king's attack, and then quickly counterattacked.
His sword was like a shadow. Suddenly King Liao staggered. The new king was startled and his wrist flicked. The sword he swung slightly scratched King Liao's neck. At that moment, it was so dangerous that it did not scratch the vital part. .
King Liao turned around and kicked the new king back repeatedly. When he came to his senses, King Liao's sword was already at his neck.
The new king turned away, leaving the bronze sword on the ground, and smiled miserably.
"just kill me!"
King Liao's face couldn't help but flush, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes. He weighed the pros and cons and frowned. His head hurt for a moment and he seemed to have lost his vision.
In just a dozen breaths, the pain stopped immediately.
King Liao waved his sword, and a bloody flower suddenly opened on the new king's shoulder, and he groaned in pain.
"Come here, take this treacherous son to the orphans and escort him to prison!"
"promise!"
Several soldiers ran over.
At this time, a chaotic battle had already ended.
There were only a few hundred casualties, and even fewer people died directly.
It's not that both sides are holding back, but with the entry of large armies, private armies, and imperial guards, the harem is blocked, and the killing is naturally not smooth.
Xiang Zan hurriedly came over and raised his hands to King Liao.
"Your Majesty, the suppression of the rebellion has ended!"
King Liao inserted the sword into the scabbard and said calmly.
"good."
At this time, Xiang Zan was also confused. He was fine when he went out, but when he came back, the king had changed.
Just change it, you will still be a general.
But this new king is not the original King Liao, who dictates the affairs of his own troops.
Xiang Zan is not used to him. You must know that although the Xiang family is not as big as Qu Jingzhao's family, it is not a small family either.
Most of the soldiers in the army were descendants of the Xiang family. When King Liao found him, they naturally paid allegiance to King Liao.
"Your Majesty, how should we deal with these people?"
Xiang Zan glanced at the Imperial Guards!
King Liao's eyes turned cold.
"How's the resistance?"
"Don't be afraid of death and support the new king!"
"Everyone involved in the rebellion will be killed. No one will be spared!"
"promise!"
Xiang Zan's whole body shivered and he was ecstatic inside.
It's hard to say who participated in the rebellion. There were many ministers, imperial guards and scholar-bureaucrats who supported the new king.
But he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. The king was different from before.
Before nightfall, edicts came out from the palace like snowflakes.
In the square of the palace, a large number of young men wearing only underpants were kneeling on the ground.
An eunuch proudly opened the edict and said loudly.
"The king's edict: Anyone in the Imperial Guard who participates in rebellion shall be killed!"
"Execute immediately!"
"promise!"
A dozen soldiers drew out their iron Wu hook knives and chopped them off in one stroke.
More than a dozen heads fell to the ground without any hindrance. The blood in the chest was no longer restrained and spurted out wildly, splashing blood.
