Zheng Zheng asked Pei Lun: "Can you use ignite the beacon fire?"

Pei Lun shook his head and said, "The rebellion is the Beijing camp tonight. What's the use of litting beacon fires? Don't worry, lord has made complete plans long ago. With that person here, trusting the king will not be able to do anything!"

At this time, Zhu Chunchen had already asked someone to come forward to call the door. The man said under the city that King Xin and Duke Cheng came just to clear the emperor and had no intention of rebelling.

At the same time, I also advised the brothers of the factory guards in the city to open the palace gate and welcome King Xin, otherwise it would be too late to regret the army. When the palace gate was broken, all the people guarding the gate at this time would die without a place to bury them.

Zheng Huan was shot to death by Zheng Zheng Squadron, which made Zhu Chunchen furious and ordered the cannon to be pushed up.

The military formations separated, two red cannons were pulled into Tianjie by carriages, and then adjusted the distance and direction, and directly opened the cannon to bombard the palace gate.

When Pei Lun saw the cannon, he felt bad and hurriedly asked everyone in the city to hide and look for cover.

Two booms, one shot hit the top of the city, and the fire suddenly shot into the sky, and another shot hit the target. The city gate was blasted to reveal a hole the size of a water tank. Fortunately, the city gate had not completely fallen.

Seeing that the city gate was blasted out of the big hole, Zhu Chunchen was eager to make contributions and did not ask for another two cannons. He directly drew his sword and pointed forward:

"Run for me, those who enter the palace gate first will be promoted to the third level!"

The next moment, the five thousand troops in the Beijing camp rushed up like mobs, and they seemed to be neglecting training.

When Pei Lun and Zheng Zheng reappeared from the city, their heads were covered in dust. They shook their heads and were a little dizzy when they were shocked. But at this time, they didn't care about that much and shouted with all their might:

"Shoot the arrow and kill it for me!"

For a moment, arrows fell like rain on the city wall, and the soldiers in the Beijing camp were holding shields, but people continued to fall.

When he rushed to the city gate, a Jinyi personal army blocked the big hole in front of the city gate with one knife. He laughed and stepped into the door through the big hole. But at this time a meteor hammer flew over and hit the top of the door. His head turned into a burst of melon. The surrounding soldiers of the Beijing camp were covered with blood and brain plasma collapsed. However, Zheng Zheng led the Dongchang man to push up.

In the Qianqing Palace, listening to the sound of cannons and fighting sounds coming from the direction of the palace gate, Zhu Youxiao's face was as deep as water, clenched his fists tightly, and clenched his fingers with force to turn white.

Queen Zhang Yan was with her husband and held it in her hand. Although she did not persuade her, silent companionship was the best comfort at this time.

Principal Zhu You sighed and held Zhang Yan's hand in the back:

"I originally hoped that everything would be fake, and I hope that the Djokovic would be able to return to the wrong path and stop the horse. In this way, I have a reason to spare his life, let him be rich and prosperous for the rest of his life, and be a free and vain prince!"

Zhang Yan knew that "Devangelion" was the name of Zhu Youjian, and at this time she could feel the helplessness and sadness in the emperor's husband's heart, after all, that was his only brother.

Outside the palace city, Zhu Youjian watched the battle situation nervously. Seeing that the Beijing camp could not rush into the palace gate for a while, he anxiously said to Wei Zhongxian beside him:

"Eunuch Wei, your Jingjun is here too!"

Wei Zhongxian smiled and said, "The prince is too worried. The little palace gate cannot stop Duke Cheng. Besides, it's just that big place, 5,000 people have blocked the palace gate. I'll let Jingjun and Jinyiwei go up now, which won't work. Let them protect you from the prince!"

Zhu Chunchen, on the right hand of Zhu Youxiao, agreed in order to win the merits: "Eunuch Wei said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, the little palace gate, how can I stop my brothers in the Beijing camp!"

King Xin did not doubt that he was there, and he nodded.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from the end of the sky street. A few fast horses rushed over with hundreds of people.

Among the four thousand households, Luo Yangxing shouted: "It's Hua Shier's dog thief, everyone protects the prince!"

The Jinyiwei under their command immediately stepped forward to block the way Hua Shier, Lu Jianxing and others.

Lu Jianxing roared: "Bold, the commander of the Jinyiwei, Master Hua Shi Er, is in front of you. You are all Jinyiwei, who dares to stop him?"

These Jinyiwei hesitated immediately. After all, they were their boss and the chief leader of Jinyiwei.

Zhu Youjian's eyes moved, thinking that Hua Shier could move to Wei Zhongxian, which was also a talent. It would be good if he could take it back to him. He immediately took two steps forward and said loudly:

"It is better to abandon the darkness and turn to the light than commander Hua. I can do whatever I have done in the past!"

Hua Shier rode on the horse and smiled disdainfully: "Xiao Xiaoxinwang is worthy of letting me like each other. If you believe it or not, you will die immediately if you point to you!"

As soon as he said this, he was so nervous that he couldn't hold back in an instant. Zhu Chunchen and the four Daqianhu laughed. It turned out that the commander was crazy.

King Xin was also laughing, but his eyes were full of chills: "I don't believe it!"

Hua Shier pointed with his hand: "Die!"

King Xin was still laughing when he suddenly saw a thin sword stabbing out of his chest, and there was still a trace of blood on the tip of the sword. He was a little puzzled:

"Where does this come from the sword?"

The question has not been solved, and the person has lost his strength and falls to the ground.

Thanks: 08a, writing scented ink, No1 Wuliang Tianzun’s reward, thanks to the brothers for their support of 200 yuan in a pack of spicy strips, thanks to the brothers who voted for monthly votes and recommended votes, thanks to the brothers who read books and read collections, thanks.
Chapter completed!