imperial psychologist

Chapter 393
Fierce battle.

What Mu Chengda really didn't expect was that even after the opponent lost the cover of firepower, his troops still failed to break through the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The solid gateposts of the Hall of Mental Cultivation served as an excellent cover. Although the gate had already been breached in the previous assaults, the Jinyi Guards still tried their best to withstand several attacks.

The overnight refueling tactics have exhausted the will of the soldiers of the left guard battalion.

It was the first time for Mu Chengda to experience the ferocity of Jin Yiwei—these servants who have been ridiculed as the royal watchdog all this time, unexpectedly have such a brave side.

"Report-"

A person came from the Meridian Gate. When Song Bozong heard the voice, he felt uneasy. Before he could fully approach, he stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The eldest son Chen Yicong led the troops and attacked from the north gate!"

Song Bozong's heart sank, "...How many people did you bring?"

"It's hard to estimate for the lower official, he claims to be five thousand!"

Both Mu Chengda and Song Bozong's eyes widened at once - heavy troops have always been taboo in this important area of ​​the capital, and the entire city defense has only [-] troops in total. Where did Chen Yicong bring back five thousand troops?
"Don't panic! This is just his excuse. There can't be so many soldiers near Pingjing," Mu Chengda scolded, "Where did they go?"

"It's already arrived at the Meridian Gate..." The soldier's voice was somewhat helpless, "He asked to open the palace gate immediately, otherwise he will attack!"

"He can attack, but you can't defend?" Mu Cheng said angrily, "The palace wall of the imperial city is so high, and there is a moat outside, don't say he has 5000 people, just come 5000 people—"

Before Mu Chengda finished speaking, another voice came through.

"Report-"

A messenger came from the east, this message made Mu Chengda's heartstrings tighten.

"what happened again?"

"My lord, the spies ahead have reported that Shen Jichuan and Feihuying have returned from the direction of Qinzhou!"

Mu Cheng took a step back in shock.

"Song...Song Ge old?" Mu Chengda looked at Song Bozong, "Didn't you say Shen Jichuan..."

"Impossible!" Song Bozong shouted decisively, "It is impossible for him to know the movement in the palace—"

Seeing the panic in Song Bozong's eyes, Mu Chengshi knew that he was not very reliable at the moment.

"Where is Shen Jichuan?" Mu Chengda asked in a deep voice.

"It may be less than ten miles away from Pingjing," the orderly replied loudly, "How to deal with it, please give an order immediately!"

ordered...?
What are you ordering now...

The Flying Tiger Battalion is no different than other defenders, it is a front-line army that has experienced the baptism of war and is [-] serious...

Such a team of thousands of people, how powerful it is... He can understand it with his toes.

Mu Chengda felt that his throat was a little dry, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

"Mu...Master Mu, things...so far, there is only...only...one...one...one solution."

Song Na, who had been silent by the side, suddenly spoke at this moment.

Both Song Bozong and Mu Cheng turned their attention to this young man with severe stuttering.

"Withdraw." Song Na said extremely calmly, "Bring... Bring King Qi."

Song Bozong's eyes suddenly brightened, and he only felt that there was a glimmer of life in the dead situation - that's right, as long as King Qi is still there, coupled with this will in his hand, there is always the possibility of a comeback in the future.

You have to be patient and patient, you have to be patient and patient - didn't he rely on this principle to slowly climb from a scholar in the Imperial Academy to where he is today?
"It makes sense." Song Bozong regained his composure, "As long as the green hills are here, why worry about the storms in the future. Lord Mu, I think we should take advantage of the present—"

"Old Song Ge——!!!"

Qu Xiu's cry was heard in the distance.

Several people looked at Qu Xiu who hurriedly ran to this side, Song Bozong had a bad premonition in his heart.

Qu Xiu burst into tears, his whole body looked as if someone had taken away his backbone.

His eyes were red, his face was ashen, and he fell down in front of Song Bozong in a panic.

"You...what are you doing here?" Song Bozong frowned, "Didn't you be asked to lead soldiers to guard Chengqian Palace?"

Qu Xiu was out of breath from crying and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Speak up!" Song Bozong snapped.

"...It's gone," Qu Xiu struggled to spit out two words from his throat, his face covered with snot and tears, "It's all... gone."

"What's gone? What's gone!" Mu Chengda grabbed Qu Xiu's front, "Be clear!"

"Everyone...is gone..." Qu Xiu's teeth were trembling, "My sister...holding...holding King Qi...from...from the tower...from the tower..."

Qu Xiu didn't finish the following words.

But there is no need for him to go on.

For a moment, Song Bozong only felt a thunderbolt falling from the blue sky.

It's all over.

Once King Qi dies, everything is really over...

The former glory, wealth, power and authority... all vanished in an instant.

The tide is gone.

Song Bozong's feet softened and he fell into Song Na's arms.

The messenger who was waiting for the order was impatient. He looked up at Mu Chengda who had been stunned, "My lord! What are we going to do now! Please make up your mind, the soldiers ahead are still waiting for you—"

Mu Chengda's eyes were already red.

He turned around slowly, looked at the messenger with a anxious expression, and then quickly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and slashed towards the man without warning.

Blood splattered three feet, and Mu Chengda's eyes showed a look of madness.

"I don't care what you do..."

He took one last look at the Hall of Mental Cultivation and shouted loudly, "Stop attacking!"

The soldiers in front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation stopped.

"Retreat!" Mu Chengda commanded.

"Mu Chengda...you...what are you going to do?" Song Bozong's voice trembled.

"You... whoever you love," he raised his long sword, "line up! Go to Shenwumen!"

"You..." Song Bozong rushed over, "You can't—"

"roll!"

Mu Chengda kicked Song Bozong's chest and abdomen, and kicked him several steps back. Song Na hurried up to support his old father——Song Bozong spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

He was old a long time ago, so he couldn't stand Mu Chengda's foot.

The ribs were about broken.

Song Bozong fell into Song Na's arms and could hardly move - the severe pain distorted his facial features, and he looked at the sky where the smoke was still floating.

Several birds are flying through the sky at this moment.

In the dim and dull Hall of Mental Cultivation, a few figures flashed faintly.

——That was Han Chong and several other guards in Jinyi. They walked in front holding Xiuchun Knives. Behind them, Princess Zhen came out with serious eyes.

Behind the Zhen family, there are also Sun Beiji, Minister of the Ministry of household affairs, and Zhang Shouzhong, minister of the Ministry of war.

It seemed that those who curled up and hid in the Hall of Mental Cultivation last night were all standing on the battlefield outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation at this moment.

The soldiers held their bows and swords, but they all stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to react for a while.

Zhen's gaze swept across the pitch-black scorched earth outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation—after a night of fighting, the place had been reduced to ruins.

Her face was still stained with the blood and dust from last night, her bun was already messed up, and a few strands of black hair were hanging down, tied behind the ears casually by the princess.

There was a frozen black sea of ​​blood on the ground, and with every step forward, their clothes were inevitably stained with blood.

There was no fear or anger on Zhen's face. She gently pushed aside Han Chong's blade and stood in front of everyone.

"You must be tired after fighting all night." Wang Hao looked at the soldiers not far away, "Can we talk?"

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