The rise of the prince

Chapter 680: Ji Chunsheng's Blood
In the imperial garden, everyone retreated to the rear to live in the hall. The hall, which was originally small, was suddenly crowded with people, the air was scorching hot, and the atmosphere was scorching. The ministers, maids, and eunuchs were in a mess. The two palace ladies who were frightened and crying were stopped by the queen.

This is human instinct, wanting to eliminate anxiety. After all, panic and fear will spread. Eliminating the source is a subconscious approach, but this kind of time only increases anxiety.

The court ladies didn't dare to cry anymore, but the atmosphere became more tense and tense. The ministers trembled with fear and looked at each other's colleagues around them. Many of them bowed their heads and dared not speak or look at the emperor. They didn't know what they were planning in their hearts.

Outside the wall, the flames were soaring into the sky, and the shouts and killings continued.

Wu Desi was transferred by Ji Chunsheng in time to fight against the rebels at the gate of Xuanwu. Li Xingzhou also went into battle, picked up the crossbow of the wounded soldier behind and shot arrows at the gate.

These rebels are forbidden troops, they have fought in battles, although Wu Desi is an elite army, he has never been on the battlefield, even if he practiced every day, there is still a gap between them and soldiers who have actually fought in battles.

In the era of cold weapons, morale and blood are far more important than skills and equipment. In history, there are many examples of casually organized militias defeating regular troops. It depends on morale and blood. Melee combat is more refined. Courageous and bloody.

Many martial arts masters with real talents have said that in fighting "one courage, two strengths and three styles", courage is the first, strength is the second, and tricks and moves are the last icing on the cake. Only when you understand this can you be a real warrior. No matter how high the master is, he will be afraid if he is too ruthless.

Now the soldiers of the Wu De Division are in such an embarrassing state. Although they are elites selected from the Forbidden Army, they are well-equipped and trained frequently, but in terms of experience, blood, and having seen blood and killed people, they can The Custodians who came back from the cruel battlefield in the north are incomparable.

Even though the roads between the walls of the harem were not as wide as the outer city, it was difficult for large groups of people to pass through, and the superiority of the imperial army could not be fully utilized. Several key points around the Xuanwu Gate continued to fall, and the soldiers of the Wu De Division could only shrink continuously. Xuanwu Gate, concentrated resistance, at this time 80 to [-] people have died in battle, and morale is on the verge of collapse.

But there is no way to retreat to this step. Once the rebels are allowed to enter the Xuanwu Gate, which is separated from the imperial garden by a wall, they will directly shoot arrows with bows and crossbows through the wall, and the ministers and emperors will suffer.

Yang Hongzhao was quite old, and instead of hiding in the palace with the emperor, he came out to fight with them. He Zhao insisted on not leaving. He didn't know how to fight, but even if he didn't leave, he wouldn't hide in the palace with the emperor's ministers. , Said to die must die outside.

Li Xingzhou had no choice but to put a knife in him and leave him alone. At this time, no one could care about anyone else.

The front row of soldiers on both sides put swords and shields on both sides of the door, gritted their teeth and wrestled. The soldiers behind kept stabbing through the gap with their spears. Every time they stabbed, there was a scream. Neither side could see anyone.

Seeing that Wude made the soldiers unable to hold on and began to retreat slowly, Li Xingzhou gritted his teeth, lifted the spear beside him and walked up. If the opponent rushed in, his morale would collapse, and he would surely die at that time.

He squeezed away the people behind and pushed forward, but at this moment, a big hand pressed his shoulder, and a strong force pulled him back in an instant.

"Uncle Ji!" Li Xingzhou saw that the person pulling him was Ji Chunsheng. He was dressed in armor, squeezed to the front, and said loudly, "My lord, come here! Don't come up!"

As he spoke, he dragged the knife with his right hand, squeezed forward, hit his left shoulder against the shield wall, and shouted loudly: "One, two, give me strength! One, two, kill! One, two, kill!"

His voice was like a bell, hissed and roared, rhythmically brought the front row of swords and shields forward, slowly reversed the situation, and slowly pushed outwards.

But at this moment, a spear pierced through the gap between the shield walls on both sides and stabbed him in the right rib. Li Xingzhou could see clearly not far away, and wanted to squeeze forward worriedly.

Ji Chunsheng turned his head to see that he was about to charge forward, and suddenly exploded, shouting violently: "Son of a bitch!"

As he spoke, he dropped the knife in his right hand, gritted his teeth and firmly grasped the spear that had stabbed him in the ribs, and pulled it back forcefully, the spear slashed across his right rib in an instant, and at the same time, there was a panicked exclamation from behind the shield wall, This sudden forceful pull caused someone on the opposite side to lose their footing.

Ji Chunsheng seized the right moment and shouted: "I will kill you!" His body slammed into the shield, and many Wudeshi soldiers rushed forward under his leadership, and several people in front were directly killed by him behind. People crashed into the spearhead of the rebels and died tragically, but they also smashed down the opponent's shield wall in an instant.

As soon as the rebel swords and shields in front fell, the people behind were pushed away like a wave. The rebel formation was in chaos. On the ground at the door, the rest of them panicked and did not dare to fight when they saw that the general situation was gone, they ran back directly, Wu De made the soldiers chase and cut for more than ten steps.

Ji Chunsheng endured the pain and stabbed one person to death with a spear, and then threw the spear to stab another person to death six or seven steps away, and then loudly ordered everyone to shrink back and not chase far away.

After a short quarter of an hour, the shouts of killing temporarily stopped, and Wu Desi finally saved the situation and won a small victory, killing thirty or forty rebels, and the rebels retreated temporarily.

Li Xingzhou was too late to be happy, his heart trembled, he stepped forward to support Ji Chunsheng, and pulled him back. He could see clearly that Ji Chunsheng's injury was definitely not serious.

"Little prince, I'm fine!" He still spoke loudly, but under the firelight, it was like white paper, the blood from his ribs kept flowing down, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

"It's okay, it'll be fine." Li Xingzhou dragged him back, his voice trembling.

Ji Chunsheng is the most skilled person he has ever seen, and he is also one of the people he relies on the most. Just now, Ji Chunsheng was afraid that he would be in danger, so he didn't let him go forward, so he got angry, pulled him back and let him lie down, he was already out of breath. low.

Li Xingzhou frantically unwrapped his upper body armor and saw that the spear pierced through the armor and scratched across the side ribs. The white ribs leaked out, and the blood flowed continuously. The deepest part was only connected with a thin layer of membrane, and then inside were the internal organs. up.

Li Xingzhou took a deep breath, his dizzy and dizzy, his whole body was half cold, he held Ji Chunsheng's hand tightly, "Uncle Ji, it's fine, don't sleep! Don't sleep!"

Ji Chunsheng nodded his head with difficulty, Li Xingzhou frantically used all his known knowledge to stop the bleeding, while being careful not to make any big moves, the wound was too deep, and he would hurt his internal organs if he didn't pay attention.

Ji Chunsheng's face turned pale, and he stared at him with wide eyes. He is a warrior and the number one general under King Xiao's account. His willpower is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Li Xingzhou kept reminding him loudly not to fall asleep.

On the other side, the rebels came back again. Fortunately, Yang Hongzhao took over Ji Chunsheng's position in time to prevent the morale-backed Wu Desi soldiers from fighting.

But here, the blood from Ji Chunsheng's ribs couldn't be stopped at all. For the first time, Li Xingzhou felt like he was about to cry. He endured his inner emotions and asked a soldier to look after Ji Chunsheng. To needle and thread.

Yangju Palace is a place where the queen often comes, so he prepared a needle and thread, he took it and hurried out, Ji Chunsheng had already closed his eyes.

He yelled hard, and went to pinch the person again. Hearing his voice, Ji Chunsheng slowly opened his eyes again, and stared at him.

Li Xingzhou couldn't control his emotions, "You son of a bitch!"

While calling Ji Chunsheng's name, he roughly sewed up the huge gap, his hands were stained red with blood, and he didn't know how to sew up the wound. He just used force, the muscles contracted and opened, and he used brute force. to stop the bleeding
(End of this chapter)