Just half an hour after Zhao Lie decided to carry out military rebellion, the two gates of Xindigang, Yacheng South and the west were taken over by the Longque Army, leaving only the North Gate to remain unmoved. The whole process was extremely smooth and there was almost no obstacle encountered.

Zhao Lie, Jiang Fenglie and others who had been waiting nervously in the camp, looked at each other and laughed at each other after receiving the news, and a big stone in their hearts finally landed on the ground.

Zhao Lie understood in his heart that the reason why it was so smooth was that the Song army in Yacheng was almost completely wiped out. The remaining Song soldiers were immediately replaced by the imperial guards after the war to protect the palaces. The gates of the ports were mostly guarded by the bravery brought by Su Liuyi and surrendered soldiers. These people had either heard of the power of the Dragon Que Army for a long time, or had their courage to be killed by the Dragon Que Army, so how could they say that they were not a word?

In addition, Zhang Shijie took the initiative to cooperate and issued the transfer order, which made great contributions. There was almost no suspense to launch a mutiny under such circumstances.

Zhang Shijie, who was also waiting in the camp, was stunned for a long time when he heard the news, and could only sigh: "Ali Hague, this guy, has helped you a lot."

Zhao Lie bowed to Zhang Shijie: "There is still Zhang Shuai fulfilled."

Zhang Shijie looked calm: "If you were not a royal family, you would not want someone to help you even if you put a knife on your neck."

Zhao Lie smiled and did not bother with Zhang Shijie, so he pushed the case up. Ding Xiaoyao took the Red Red Command from the hanger and quickly tied it to Zhao Lie. The Silver Armor Red Command, the Sword and the Sword are so powerful that he made a heroic gesture. Then he made a gesture of invitation to Zhang Shijie: "Zhang Shuai, please."

Zhang Shijie stood up with a cold face, and Zhang Ba also stood up, but was stopped by Zhang Shijie: "I and Duke Xin'an and I come to the palace to meet the Empress Dowager. It's useless for you to come with me. Please wait in the camp."

Zhang Ba was helpless and bowed to him.

Zhao Lie led the martial arts team and an elite knight of the Breaking Battalion to the military camp and headed straight to the cliff city. When their armoured cavalry rumbled into the south gate cave, Ouyang Guanhou, who was full of armor, was standing on the quilt on the sword, and silenced his head and knocking his chest to Zhao Lie behind the cavalry. There was a soldier with a gun standing in his arms between each chassis on the city wall and stood at Zhao Lie with a gun and saluting to Zhao Lie.

Zhao Lie raised his head and stared at him for a long time. At this moment, he felt unstoppable excitement in his heart.

The Yacheng finally fell into his hands.

Amid the dense sound of hooves, a horseman wearing a vine hat, red tassels on the top of the hat floated, a short vest, and a saddle filled with muskets, knives, short axes, flying guns, crossbows, and rattan cards rushed into the long street from the city gate hole. A powerful and powerful aura made people tremble.

At the end of the cavalry team, a team of knights in the same outfit, they are also equipped with complicated weapons. The only difference is that their guns are different in shape, and they are equipped with semi-automatic guns, which is enough to crush all the weapons of this era.

A large flag of the red-bottomed flying dragon and the Vermillion Bird with a "Zhao" character inserted the flag on a small carriage frame pulled by two strong horses. The flag was flew, and the dragon birds were flying, as if they were about to fly out of the flag.

The streets were empty at this time, and it was obviously banned by the Dragon Crime Army.

This amazing team of fierce cavalry urged the strong cavalry to whistle and rush over, rolling up the fallen leaves and dust on the long street, like a tornado, disappearing into the long street in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the doors and windows on both sides of the street quietly opened up, revealing foreign faces with white or black complexions, full of shock and horror.

After a long time, a sigh came from somewhere: "Yacheng, Yacheng, a troublesome autumn. What happened this year is probably more than the previous hundred years combined..."

...

On duty in front of the palace gate were a small team of imperial guards equipped with muskets. When they saw the cavalry of the Polu Camp rushed over from a distance, they raised their guns and stopped them. When they saw the cavalry of the Polu Camp one after another, revealing the banner of the Dragon Crow Army and the powerful martial arts team, they immediately looked at each other, and they were not aimed at the muskets in their hands, and they were at a loss.

This team of imperial guards was still ordinary soldiers guarding the Ximen last month, and all of them were converted into imperial guards due to their merits. These soldiers were impressed by the force of the martial arts team that night that martial arts team forced their way through the Xidaying of the Yuan army and broke into Yacheng. As soldiers who participated in the battle of Yacheng throughout the journey, they knew very well the power of the martial arts team's gun muskets. Such a fierce Mongolian soldiers and Beiting iron armored soldiers were all destroyed, what are their numbers?

The cavalry of the martial arts team was divided into two sides, and the two cavalry came out in a row.

A member of the Golden Armored Red General, and a member of the Silver Armored Red General.

The Golden Armored General and the Supreme Commander of the Song Army Zhang Shijie.

General Silver Armor, Zhao Lie, commander of the Song Dynasty Dragon Bird Army.

When the imperial guards saw this, they dared not use their guns to point at each other, so they hurriedly put down the gun in their hands.

The team leader, a team general of the small envoy level, rushed forward in panic and bowed: "The general of the Imperial Army Ding team, Chengjie Lang Zhou Gui, asked Jie Zheng, and asked Xin'an Gong."

Zhao Lie and Zhang Shijie rolled over and dismounted at the same time, and the martial arts team members behind him also dismounted. Only nearly a hundred cavalrymen of the Polu Camp sat firmly on the horse and remained calm and were as impatient as a mountain.

Zhao Lie walked to Zhou Gui and said lightly: "I and Duke Yue will meet the Empress Dowager."

"This..." It is normal for the two dukes to meet the Empress Dowager. On weekdays, Zhou Gui dared not let anyone go, but now... Zhou Gui looked at the murderous cavalry team behind Zhao Lie, and he felt a bad feeling.

Zhao Lie said coldly: "What? Do you still need the general Zhou to be willing to attend the Empress Dowager when I meet with you?"

"I dare not, I dare not." Zhou Guitou almost knocked on the ground, and said, "I'll ask Xin'an Public to deliver weapons and you can enter the palace."

"We need to confiscate the weapons, okay. Very good. Team Zhou, you are loyal to your duties, very good..." Zhao Lie said as he inserted his hands to his waist, unbuttoned the buckle, held the handle of the gun, slowly pulled it out, and a chill appeared on his face.

"Jings, Duke Xin'an, and the last general of the guards' personal army, Zheng Minglun, pays homage to the two dukes." A calm voice came, which eased the tense atmosphere on the court.

Zhao Lie looked up and saw a young general in his twenties, wearing armor and swords, coming quickly, first bowing to Zhang Shijie and Zhao Lie, and then saying to Zhou Gui: "The Empress Dowager has a verbal meaning, saying that the two dukes and martial arts teams entered the hall."

Zhou Gui's heart suddenly fell to the ground, and he felt sweat soaked in heavy shirts, so he quickly moved away. However, he saw Zhao Lie and the martial arts team entering the palace with full arms. It was a bit wrong no matter how he looked, but Zheng Minglun seemed to be nothing and led the way forward.

Zhou Gui laughed in his heart: "Why do I care about so much? The sky fell and there was Shangguan holding him." He immediately reorganized the team and monitored the nearly 100 cavalrymen from afar.

As soon as he entered the palace, Zhang Shijie stared at Zheng Minglun: "It is impossible for the Empress Dowager to know that this commander and Xin'an Gong are coming, so it is impossible to have an oral metaphor. You are so bold to spread the holy metaphor! Are you not afraid of being punished in the harem?"

Zheng Minglun smiled slightly: "After today, the sky of the Yacheng has changed, Minglun has his own place to go, who will punish me?"

Zhang Shijie was stunned. After a while, he let out a sigh and looked at Zhao Lie: "Xin'an Gong, it's so easy to arrange it."

Zhao Lie smiled faintly and said, "It's not that I can arrange it, but that he--"

Zhang Shijie followed Zhao Lie's finger and saw an old man wearing a black brocade robe walking out slowly in a dark corner where the sunlight could not be shining in the corner of the palace.

Zhang Shijie's eyes slammed the old man's face, then fell, and suddenly his whole body was shocked, staring at a little boy holding the palm of the old man in the black robe's chicken feet.

The little boy was only ten years old, thin, pale, and looked sick. But just a sick man who fell down as soon as the wind blew, made Zhang Shijie, the commander of the Song Dynasty who was used to seeing corpses and blood, change his face.

Because this little boy is named Zhao Dan.
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