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Chapter 730 They Don't Know How Black the Prince Is
"The Great General King is attacked, the Great General King is attacked!"

The shrill siren sounded from the Deshengmen camp, resounding over the entire capital.

Things were slipping in an irreversible direction, and the rapid development was almost in the blink of an eye. No one could have imagined that a good protest would suddenly turn into an attack on the general king.

The nature of attacking the general king is tantamount to rebellion!

The emperor said in front of all the officials in Qianqing Palace that he met the general Wang Ru to see me!

"Protect the prince, protect the prince!"

Dozens of personal guards hurriedly surrounded the bloody general and retreated to the rear. At the same time, hundreds of (rod) bows and blunderbuss were aimed at the gang of clan children who were making trouble.

"Stand back, or shoot and kill!"

Holding a knife in his right hand, Baozhu had a ferocious expression, and his eyes were full of fierce lights.

I only regret that His Excellency the President didn't give the order, otherwise a round of volleys would have brought down a large group of bastards in front of me.

So that these bastards, Aixinjueluo, know that his captain's knife is not rusted!

The General King was attacked? !

Antur Hulan, the person in charge of staying behind in the camp, was startled by the sudden scene. He turned his head and looked at the general who was retreating under the protection of his personal guards. He found that the general's face was covered in blood, and even lost his crown Shocked, he didn't think much of it and quickly drew his sword and ordered his officers and soldiers to line up to prevent the crowd from charging again.

An accident is really going to happen to the Great General Wang, Antur Hulan's ten heads are not enough to cut off!
A group of imperial guards from the camp who were acting as guards of honor heard the movement and rushed over one after another. When they saw the situation at the camp gate, they drew their swords and stepped forward without any hesitation, assuming a posture of loyally protecting the lord.

"My lord, my lord!"

Jin Jian, Minister of Internal Affairs, Enming, Minister of Industry, Ji Yun, Minister of Military Affairs, and others rushed over at the same time, looking at the prince who was bleeding from his forehead, they were all very angry.

Enming was furious: "The clan is too disgraceful, openly attacking the general king, what do they want to do!"

"Have the guts to attack the Great General King, but have no guts to fight against the bandits for the Qing Dynasty. These people are in vain for Aixinjueluo!"

Ji Yun was also filled with righteous indignation. He knew that the clan's children were useless and only knew how to mess around, but he never expected that they would be so bold as to attack the general king.

Jia Liu, who was injured in the attack, was far more angry than them. While gritting his teeth and letting the guards bandage him, he asked Ding Qing to take out the seal of the general, and "baba" stamped several troop orders on the spot.

The first order was sent to the Minister of Internal Affairs Niu Lunbao, ordering him to quickly transfer the coating battalion and firearms battalion of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to Deshengmen to close the city gate and block the scene.

The second order was given to his second cousin Urshibalan, ordering him to adjust the second battalion of the White Banner Guards, Tiger Spears, and Shanpu to block Andingmen and Xizhimen to ensure that no one involved in the disturbance could get away.

If the two orders can be effectively implemented, none of the tens of thousands of people gathered at Deshengmen today, whether they are Lord Baylor or watching the fun, will not be able to escape.

"Tell Niu Lunbao and Urshibalan that before the soldiers and horses arrive in half an hour, the king will definitely kill him!"

Jia Liu will not let his blood flow in vain, he will use his own blood to wake up the sleeping Aixinjueluo and make Daqing great again.

Ji Yun couldn't help being shocked when he heard the words, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, is this what you want?"

"Heavy codes are used to rule the troubled times, and heavy codes should be used to rule the army! All the children of Xinjueluo I love, everyone should make sacrifices to serve the country as their own ambition. If this is not the ambition, why is the country supporting them!"

While speaking, Jia Liu, whose head was wrapped in a white cloth, stood up slowly, his gaze extremely firm.

The breeze brings the smell of horse dung by the pond, which makes people smell very good.

Is this going to kill a batch?

Ji Yun was stunned, and then quietly put the bloody brick under the prince's foot into his sleeve.

The murder weapon must not be leaked.

The group of officers and soldiers on the opposite side suddenly yelled that the general king was attacked, which really scared many children of the clan who were making a fuss.

Play for fun, make trouble for trouble, no one really dares to attack the general king.

Even if they don't admit that Guizi Liu is a great general.

But the Great General King is the Great General King, this fact cannot be denied.

They didn't have any demands, other than being a devil and six his mothers, they just hoped that this kid would withdraw his subordination order, other than that, they really had nothing else to ask for.

rebel?

Can't even think about it.

However, the fact is right in front of our eyes, Guizi Liuzhen, who is the king of the general, was attacked, and his head was bloody.

Looking at the officers and soldiers on the opposite side drawing their bows and raising their guns, their eyes were full of murderous intent, and the commotional team instantly fell silent.

Some of the smarter clan disciples realized that something serious might have happened, so they instinctively retreated to avoid disaster, but there were too many people behind them, so they couldn't even retreat.

Not only that, but the clans at the back who didn't know what was going on were still yelling and rushing forward, so that the people in front kept rushing towards the arrows (guns) of the guards who had already been stringed in front, and many people were startled. Don't push the ones behind, because if you push them again, they will lose their face.

Only the sound was so loud that the people behind couldn't hear it at all, they slammed forward like piling.

It's really not too big of a deal to watch the excitement.

It was true in the first place. I am afraid that [-]% of the tens of thousands of people gathered at the scene came to watch the excitement, the so-called flag-waving crowd.

Of course, it is really for their own legitimate interests.

But waving the flag and shouting in the back and charging in the front are two different things!
The eyelids of Yongling who yelled the most fiercely in the crowd just now twitched. He has the backbone of a disciple of Aixinjueluo, but he won't do it if he dies in vain.

His intuition told him something might be wrong.

Keeping the green hills there, you are not afraid of running out of firewood. If you really can't beat Guizi Liu this time, it will be a big deal to die, and you will regroup next time.

And with such a big commotion today, even if Guizi Liu still wanted to recruit the clan's children, the imperial court might not agree to it.

The power of public opinion is endless.

Today, no matter what the final outcome is, Yongling thinks he has won.

Some people panicked: "Let me tell you, Guizi Liu will not really treat us as traitors and attack us?"

The one who said this was Mian Jiang, the yellow belt who suddenly stepped forward to snatch the devil's six-king cap from somewhere, and it was Mian Jiang's reckless behavior that caused the situation to get out of hand.

This time, Mianjiang's scalp was tingling with nervousness, because he wasn't sure if anyone saw that he had snatched the general king's hat.

Goodbye, the posture is wrong, I want to slip.

It's just that he was the most ruthless instigator just now, and he seems to be the leader in everyone's mind. If he admits to being cowardly at this meeting, he will stop messing around in the clan in the future.

A person lives with a face, a tree lives with a skin, and this face cannot be lost.

There is helplessness in the stalemate.

The men in the front didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but the men in the back tried their best to add to the flames, and the bannermen who came to watch the excitement kept cheering, hoping that an unheard of event would happen today.

Anyway, it's not them who are unlucky.

How to do?
Generally, at critical times, there will always be someone who is not afraid of life and death, raises his arms, takes the lead, and marches forward for justice.

Just when the gang of belt men in front were fighting against the people behind, a brave yellow belt stood up.

Fuguo General Yongda.

As the name suggests, he is tall and has a beard. Whether viewed from the front or the back, he looks very much like Meng Zhang Fei.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. This Daqing belongs to us Aixinjueluo, not his Guizi Liuyi! If we give in today, his Guizi Liu will force us to die! It's about death, what's the matter? So scary!"

Yongda strode forward while speaking, and shouted to the Eight Banners soldiers who raised their guns and bows to the clan's children: "You dog slaves, open your dog eyes to see who the Lord is! The holy ancestor Kangxi is me! Grandpa, if you have the guts, come to my grandfather!"

After finishing speaking, he tore off his shirt violently, exposing his chest covered with black hair.

The Eight Banners soldiers on the opposite side seemed to be shocked, no one dared to shoot arrows or guns.

This lifted the spirits of Yongda and the clan crowd behind him.

"Ghost six, you are not raised by humans, don't hide behind, tell you, others are afraid of you, the general king of Laoshizi, but I am not afraid of you, my young master!"

Yongda was like beating chicken blood, and took the lead to move forward again.

The so-called justice can make people's blood burn!

The so-called hot blood can make people forget their fears!
"Go on!"

Inspired by Yongda, countless disciples of the clan moved forward collectively, with awe-inspiring righteousness and no fear of death.

Even Yong Ling, who had retreated, bravely moved forward with the crowd.

Because they are not wrong, it is not them who are wrong.

Fairness and freedom!

Seeing that the soldiers on the opposite side did not dare to come to the truth, Yong Ling walked a few steps quickly when excited, got to the front of the crowd, nodded to Yong Da on the side, and then ranked in front.

This is a great time to make a name for yourself!

Today's matter, regardless of whether it is Qili or the clan, which one can give a thumbs up and shout: "There is kind!"

If his reputation spreads, he will be considered a figure in the clan from now on!

"Aren't these people afraid of death?"

Seeing the crowd rushing towards him again, Enming couldn't help asking Jin Jian beside him.

He was very surprised, why these clan children dared to be so presumptuous in front of the general king, even uttering wild words, even though they didn't even dare to go to war.

Jin Jian smiled wryly: "These masters don't know how dark our great general is. If they knew, they would run faster than a rabbit."

"That is, there is no one darker than our prince in this world."

Enming nodded repeatedly, and he himself was the best proof of this.

"Listen on the opposite side, if you dare to go forward, it will be regarded as a rebellion, and you will be killed!"

Bao Zhu didn't get the President's order for a long time, so he was very anxious and kept looking behind the injured President.

His shouting did not slow down the rushing clan disciples, instead, they walked faster, looking at Bao Zhu and his officers and soldiers with extreme disdain, as if these slaves were as worthless as ants.

The human heart is a two-way street.

Someone took the lead again, but as the distance got closer and closer, some members of the clan still panicked. After all, there were guns and strong bows that could kill people in front of them.

Yongda was afraid that the crowd would be frightened and dispersed, so he hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, don't be afraid, our surname is Aixinjueluo, there are so many people here, even if the emperor came, he wouldn't dare to do anything to us!"

The implication is to go forward boldly, and even if you borrow ten courage from the opposite side, you will not dare to shoot.

Yong Ling also cheered up the crowd, and at the same time wanted to see where Guizi Liu was, who he led people to beat up in the alleys when he was a child, but he was blocked by the soldiers on the opposite side and couldn't see it at all.

It's different when someone encourages them. The crowd shouted one after another. Those who were not afraid of death were naturally not afraid.

No matter how domineering and lawless Guizi Liu is, he can't just kill these clan children in broad daylight like this!
Everyone has the same idea. They firmly believe that as long as they continue to be brave, the final victory must belong to them.

They also have to be brave.

Because life is precious!
As the children of the Qing royal family, they were born to enjoy it, how could they fight thieves like ordinary people!

The Great Qing Dynasty was brought down by their ancestors, and their ancestors endured all the hardships in the world for the Huahua Jiangshan of the Han people.

Isn't it for the children and grandchildren to enjoy wealth forever.

If they are allowed to eat the sufferings of their ancestors again, what is the meaning of their sacrifices and sufferings!
Then a gunshot was heard.

After the gunshot, a figure staggered and fell to the ground.

Yongling, who was splashed with blood all over his face, stared blankly at Yongda who was crying in pain on the ground, his soul was about to fly in shock, and then he heard a familiar voice in his ears: "Yongling, is that you?"

Not me, not me.
Yong Ling instinctively turned his body to the back, but the sound of gunshots and the whistling of arrows sounded like a storm in his ears.

When the gunpowder smoke dissipated, Yong Ling found that he was still standing, but the crowd around him fell down like a wave of wheat blown by the wind.

For a few feet around, he was the only one standing there alone.

Like a rooster standing alone among the ducks.

(End of this chapter)