I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

The soldiers in the pavilion, holding explosion-proof shields and various weapons, rushed out from the alley to the west.

When they appeared on the official roads in front of various government offices, the dead soldiers of the Huo family who were busy beating up were immediately stunned.

On weekdays, these scoundrels often "fight" with the soldiers patrolling the city.

When the two sides fight, they can often gain the upper hand by relying on their competitive spirit.

Therefore, in places with complex terrain like the North City Wall, patrol guards are generally unwilling to confront rogues head-on.

But it was different today. A small number of patrol guards held anti-explosion shields in front of them, on their sides and above their heads.

The rest were either holding torches, holding halberds, or holding crossbows... lined up tightly together.

A pair of pavilion soldiers lined up in a square tortoise shell formation were like movable hills, which was extremely oppressive.

In front of this compact square tortoise-shell formation, there was no room for the fake soldiers to take advantage of the situation.

The number of dead soldiers who caused trouble in front of Zhijinwu Yamen was the largest, 200 people. Zhijinwu had the deepest enmity with them, and the dead soldiers were also the most energetic in causing trouble.

Therefore, Anle personally brought the most elite three hundred Mingguang soldiers to deal with them.

The three teams of Mingguang soldiers each formed a wide formation and pressed towards Zhijinwu's gate from three directions, surrounding the dead soldiers in the blink of an eye.

"Put down your weapon, hold your head with your hands, lie down on the ground, and kill anyone who is standing!"

Under the leadership of the team leader, the three hundred Mingguang soldiers shouted this sentence repeatedly, taking a few steps forward every time they shouted.

The Mingguang soldiers were not advancing very fast, but they did not leave any opportunities for the dead soldiers to take advantage of. They slowly but firmly compressed the movement space of the dead soldiers.

At the same time, the dead soldiers of the Huo family who were jumping up and down in the arsenal and Jing Zhaoyin were also restricted to a few small areas by the shield walls of the pavilions.

Before setting out, the dead soldiers took cold food powder mixed with Xuan wine to strengthen their courage. Now that they had been tossing for so long and kept blowing cold wind, the effect of the medicine was almost gone.

They were beginning to panic as they watched the Mingguang soldiers continue to press forward.

Seeing that the space for movement was getting smaller and smaller, the dead soldiers were overwhelmed, so someone lit the sackcloth balls and threw them at the Mingguang soldiers.

Suddenly, flames filled the sky, and each fireball dragged the flames towards the patrol pavilion. The billowing smoke was thicker than before.

Perhaps stimulated by the flames and thick smoke, the dead soldiers started to scream again, and some even launched a charge out of delusion.

They didn't wait too long to be happy, but found that the burning cloth thrown out had no momentum, but it had no lethality.

The ball of cloth would not burn when it hit those explosion-proof shields covered with cowhide, and would soon be trampled upon after being scattered on the ground.

The dead soldiers looked at the scene in front of them, and while they were still in a daze, the shield wall at the front of the Mingguang soldiers' formation opened.

Two soldiers with strong crossbows rushed out and fired a quick volley.

At a distance of more than ten feet, the crossbow is extremely powerful and highly accurate.

Suddenly, screams came from everywhere, and at least 60 people went to see Taiyi Shen in the first round of salvo.

When the remaining dead soldiers wanted to take advantage of this gap to press forward and fight for their lives, they found that the crossbow warriors had already retreated, and the shield walls were once again tightly connected.

"Put down your weapon, hold your head with your hands, and lie down on the ground, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"

The same cold voices of the pavilions sounded again, and then they continued to press forward with neat steps.

Whether it's in front of Tingwei's gate, outside the arsenal courtyard, or under Jing Zhaoyin's wall, the space for the remaining dead soldiers to move is getting smaller and smaller.

The dead soldiers have never seen such a pavilion soldier, and they have completely lost the arrogance they had just now.

However, the so-called dead men are those who do not repent until they die.

Although they were completely in disarray, they still tried to fight to the death.

I don't know if someone among the dead soldiers gave the order, or if they just had a tacit understanding. The remaining dead soldiers in front of Zhijinwu's gate rushed towards the shield wall with a "buzz", trying to use brute force to carve out a bloody path.

However, there is not just a row of people behind the shield wall, but 100 people piled together. They can use their energy in one place, so they can have the upper hand in a fight.The panicked dead soldiers could only use their swords to hack at the explosion-proof shield randomly, but facing the thick explosion-proof shield, their strength was too little.

Apart from leaving some shallow marks on the explosion-proof shield, it has no actual effect.

Finally, the dead soldiers were exhausted. When they were breathing, a halberd suddenly stabbed out of the gap in the shield wall.

There was a scream, and the blood dripping down the edge of the blade immediately left a blood-red dividing line on the snow.

The morale of the dead soldiers began to collapse at this moment, and they fled back one by one, crying.

But there was no place to escape: behind them was a group of closely arranged Mingguang pawns, and a solid shield wall.

Immediately, the smart soldier wanted to climb over the wall and escape, but he had just climbed onto the wall and before he could climb over, he was immediately shot to death by the crossbow arrow fired by the Mingguang soldiers.

The troubled places in Shang Guanli gradually calmed down, but the battle was not completely over yet, and there was still a final cleanup to be completed.

After a few long rhythmic whistles, the team-based camp dispersed, divided into units of tens of thousands, and separated to surround the remaining dead soldiers in every corner...

After another quarter of an hour, the overall situation in several places where riots occurred in Shangguanli was decided. The princes who were commanding separately sent out pavilion soldiers to report the results of the battle to Anle, who was at the front line.

Almost all the dead soldiers had been surrounded and annihilated. Except for one of the patrol soldiers and Mingguang soldiers who was accidentally injured by one of their own, no one died.

Panting heavily, Anle put the bloody sword back into its scabbard. Looking at the dead soldiers lying on the ground, dead or alive, he let out a hearty laugh.

In front of the neat and well-trained pavilion soldiers, no matter how arrogant the dead soldiers are, they are no match for Yihe.From now on, the scoundrels in the northern city will have to live with their tail between their legs.

Anle has already thought about what to do next.

In the coming year, he will use these newly trained soldiers to show off the rogues entrenched in the northern city.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked in the direction of Weiyang Palace.

The emperor must be watching the battle on Danqi at this moment. He has done things so beautifully tonight, the emperor will definitely see it and remember it in his heart.

"The appointment of the An family as marquises is just around the corner. It's a pity that the great achievement of killing Huo Guang has not been assigned to me."

Anle finished saying this silently in his heart, then ran back and forth, loudly giving new orders to the pavilion soldiers.

"Tie up all the rebels and take them to Zhijinwu's Prison for interrogation!"

"Anyone who dares to flee and resist will be shot on the spot!"

"If there are fires everywhere, put them out quickly without any hesitation!"

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When the rocket took off, Huo Yu, who was speeding along Huayang Street with his men, naturally heard the noise.

When they turned around and saw the sparks scattered all over the sky, their eyes showed shock and panic: the unknown was the source of fear.

Now he is really like a lost dog, running around.

However, Huo Yu didn't have time to think about whether there was auspiciousness or ghosts in Weiyang Palace. He just wanted to get to the Hengmen in front of him as soon as possible.

Their plan was simple and rough: take advantage of the chaos in Chang'an City, use a fake seal to deceive the city gate Sima, take advantage of the chaos to kill him, and then seize the city gate and flee.

There were no more than a hundred soldiers guarding the Hengmen, and the number of people on duty at the same time was no more than three thousand. Even if the city gate Sima was not deceived, they could still seize the city gate by force.

What's more, the noise in this fashion crown is getting louder and louder, which will definitely attract the attention of the patrol guards, giving them an opportunity to take advantage of it.

The more he thought like this, the more anxious Huo Yu became, and he whipped his mount several times on the crotch, making the beast run faster.

When Huo Yu was so anxious, something suddenly happened at Hengmen, which was only one mile away from them.

On the section of city wall with Hengmen as the midpoint, hundreds of torches and braziers suddenly lit up.

Suddenly, the entire Hengmen city wall was as bright as day, leaving no room for the conspiracy to hide or escape. (End of chapter)