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The Yulin knights galloped forward with impressive momentum.

Almost at the same time as the suspension bridge fell, they charged through on horseback. The city gate had already been captured by the inner line of the fort, and there was no longer any force that could stop their iron hooves of conquest.

I'm afraid that from now on, not to mention the three towns of Xuanfu, Datong, and Shanxi, even the entire Ming Dynasty, Qing Dynasty, the Bandits, and other forces will no longer be able to check and balance them.

If possible, perhaps only the one from the south can still dominate the sea!

"Ah...ah..."

Screams kept coming as Yu Linqi rushed in. It wasn't that they didn't want to escape, but they were shocked by the sudden change in front of them. Before they could recover from it, they became Yu Linqi's victims. The soul of the dead under the sword.

"Those who resist, kill; those who obstruct, kill; those who hold weapons, kill..."

In fact, their death was not unjust at all, because Wu Zhizhong's military order to Yu Linqi was very clear. If they had weapons in their hands when Yu Linqi entered the city, they would die!
Of course, there are also some smart people who react quickly. After they saw the bloody beheading incident at the city gate, they immediately discarded the swords and guns in their hands. Some of them ran into the small alley next to them, and some also knelt down. Shouting.

"Grandpa, have mercy on me... have mercy on me."

The Yulin Cavalry flew by, turning a blind eye to them and not embarrassing the guards who really gave up resistance.

Even the guards on the south gate tower and the fort walls on both sides turned a blind eye. They had to achieve their mission. For them, the most important thing was the Yongzhen Gate in the northeast. Although there was a group of sergeants lurking outside the gate, the city gate was still there. Only when you have control in your own hands can you truly feel at ease.

The number of more than [-] elite cavalrymen continued to decrease. Every time they passed a major traffic intersection, five cavalrymen would be left to stand guard to block traffic in the fort. In the end, only more than [-] cavalrymen rushed towards Yongzhen Gate.

Perhaps, they thought that twenty Yulin Cavalry warriors were too many to seize a ruined fort gate.

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Upstairs at the south gate, the unshaven CEO ignored the call of the heavily made-up woman in the building. He drew his knife in his hand and cursed loudly: "Zhao Laosan, you two, don't be stunned. Raise the suspension bridge quickly and wait until I take back the city." Let’s work together to kill all those horse bandits.”

After he finished scolding, he was about to turn around to greet others. Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong with Zhao Laosan's expression. He turned around suddenly and happened to hear Xu Liuzi beside Zhao Laosan asking hurriedly: "Three Brother, the boss found out, what can we do?"

The stubble-bearded Mr. Bai suddenly woke up and said angrily: "Okay, so it's your kid who is causing trouble?"

He turned around and asked angrily: "Zhao Laosan, I treat you well, how can I still have an affair with the horse bandits? You are good at falling off the suspension bridge and letting the horse bandits into the fort. How can you be worthy of the elders in the fort?"

Mr. Hu stubble has long been a dog raised by profiteers for his many benefits. He remembers the teachings of profiteers and treats any army that comes to attack Zhangjiakou as horse bandits in the town.

While shouting for the guards around him, he waved the steel knife in his hand and rushed toward Zhao Laosan and Xu Liuzi, intending to kill them both.

After all, he was the superior officer of the two of them, and he always maintained his prestige. Under the shock of the lingering power, Xu Liuzi was already panicked. He tugged on Zhao Laosan's sleeves and said in a panic: "Third brother, what... What to do..."

"Grass……"

Zhao Laosan was not afraid. He suddenly shook off the sleeve that Xu Liuzi was holding, and then kicked him away, yelling and scolding: "What time is it? We are making trouble, why don't we care about him?" It’s a ball, and the money is given to the family anyway, now I just have to fight with his mother!”

He was still holding the hatchet used to cut the cables of the suspension bridge. At this moment, he raised it high and rushed towards the stubble-bearded Bai Zong with a very determined look on his face.

The stubble-faced Mr. Bai, who was used to showing off his authority, saw that he could not intimidate Zhao Laosan. He felt guilty and stopped, as if he wanted to retreat.

But for some reason, the stubble-bearded Mr. Bai's feet were as if they were pressed against the fortress wall, unable to move any further. His eyes were fixed on the pontoon outside Cheng'en Gate, with a look of horror and astonishment on his face. .

Seeing him like this, Zhao Laosan couldn't help but turn his head and look at the same place. He saw an army of more than a thousand elite troops striding across the pontoon and heading straight for Cheng'en Gate under the rising morning light and the moonlight that had not completely retreated. Come.

Although the number of people does not seem to be very large, the momentum they move with is enough to overwhelm mountains and seas. They are like a red dragon, marching in uniform steps, seeming to devour everything in front of them.

Looking around, there is a black shadow behind the infantry. In addition to the soldiers wearing red coats, there are also tanks, with black muzzles vaguely exposed.

"Boom..."

With a crisp sound, the stubble-bearded man lost his majesty. The steel knife in his hand fell to the ground, and his whole body collapsed with exhaustion. He murmured: "It's over...it's all over..."

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In Zhangjiakou Fort, almost every household had woken up. They heard the crisp sound of horse hooves stepping on the bluestone in their ears, and they were filled with panic.

I don’t know how many years have passed, and no swordsmen have been seen in the fort for a long time. People have long forgotten the pain of swordsmanship, but now there are so many cavalry entering the fort this early in the morning. They seem to be in a hurry. Is this a blessing or a curse?

There are still some dung carts along the street, but the people collecting dung are nowhere to be seen. Apparently, they abandoned the dung carts and hid early when they heard the rapid sound of horse hooves.

Every household kept its doors tightly closed, and some even used door panels, tables and chairs to block the doors shut to prevent insurgents from breaking in and causing unnecessary disasters.

Even the watchman on patrol has disappeared. Apart from the sound of galloping horses and the occasional neighing sound on the street.

Of course, after Shanyou's profiteers heard the news, they also sent servants and guards to find out the news. However, they were intercepted and killed by the Yulin Cavalry warriors stationed at various intersections not far from their houses.

In terms of force alone, it can be said that all of them are good players, and three or five ordinary people are no match for them.

However, what they encountered today were the Yulin Cavalry warriors who were elite on the battlefield and could dominate the valiant army. The techniques they were trained in were all killing techniques, and none of them was superfluous.

What's more, there is a group of Yulin Cavalry warriors stationed at every intersection. When they cooperate with each other, not even the Tatars can take advantage. What can a few ordinary servants guard the courtyard?

Those sporadic screams and wailings may be their cries of unwillingness!
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"How can Du Heizi, this beast, guard the south gate?"

Zhangjiakou guard Gao Jinzhong had an angry look on his face and continued to curse: "The south gate was broken open without any movement."

It turns out that the profiteers in Shanyou had a premonition that when the situation reached a critical moment, what they needed most was gold and silver. In addition, they promised Gao Jinzhong to protect him from generation to generation.

The guards elsewhere were eager to get promoted, but Gao Jinzhong was reluctant to part with this big fat piece of meat. It's no wonder that in addition to the bribes shared by profiteers, he also had his own border trade smuggling business.Therefore, he would rather be beaten to death than leave this land of wealth!

During the recent period, he always felt that he could not calm down. Every morning and evening, he would go to Kuixing Pavilion for a walk. Only by overlooking the whole fort from a high position could he feel a little more at peace.

Kuixing Pavilion is right next to the garrison. Gao Jinzhong had already ordered someone to open the back door privately, and it was secretly connected to the back hall of the garrison. It was very convenient and quick to come and go.

This Kuixing Pavilion also serves as a watchtower in the castle, and because this Kuixing is the first star in the Big Dipper and belongs to Kuisu, one of the 28 constellations, it controls the rise and fall of literary fortunes!

Therefore, when Gao Jinzhong had nothing to do before, he would go for a walk in Kuixing Pavilion, look into the wind, and have a bird's eye view of the whole city. While he was high-spirited, he also had some sense of cultural luck in it.

Today, after he woke up from his sleep, he felt as if he was extremely upset as usual. He had no intention of sleeping, so he pushed away the concubine who was sleeping next to him, got up, put on his clothes and left the room, facing the thin white skin. There is no trace of nostalgia for the tender meat.

Who would have thought that as soon as he arrived at Kuixing Pavilion, he would report something unusual on the street. A cavalry of unknown origins was galloping through the street, and various intersections were blocked. Several brothers on night watch were already there. A poisonous hand.

At the moment, he was standing on the top floor of Kuixing Pavilion, staring blankly in the direction of Cheng'en Gate. In the morning light, he could vaguely see a mass of black red clouds, slowly walking in. Their aura was chilling at first sight.

Previously, when the warning was first received, Gao Jinzhong ordered his servants to immediately gather his troops and prepare to rush out and intercept all the cavalry entering the fort.

But now, when he stood at the highest point in the fort and saw the scene at Cheng'en Gate, he felt a sense of fear in his heart and murmured: "What should we do... What should we do... Zhang Cheng is really How dare you use weapons!"

At first, he simply thought that without the orders of the governor and governor, no matter how ferocious and cruel Lord Yongning was, he would not dare to mobilize troops to attack the castle in the town without authorization.

Even if he can get the support of the governor and get the order to mobilize troops, news will inevitably be revealed. At that time, he can take precautions and discuss countermeasures with everyone behind him.

Therefore, although he strengthened the defense at Zhangjiakou Fort and drove away irrelevant people, it was just to show off to Fan Yongdou and Wang Dengku, the Eight Great Masters on the Right Side of the Mountain.

However, the situation that should not have occurred now was really before Gao Jinzhong. Not only him, but also the guards and servants behind him were at a loss and didn't know what to do. .

Kuixing Pavilion is not far from the southeast of Cheng'en Gate. Gao Jinzhong watched the rows of infantry marching into the castle with his own eyes. He was anxious and asked loudly: "Can all the brothers be gathered together?"

"Go back to Master, there are still more than [-] brothers in the barracks. They are now assembled and on standby. Shall we kill them and take back the south gate?"

Gao Jinzhong's face was dark and his veins were exposed. He stared at Cheng'en Gate with his red eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Is there only such a small number of people?"

"Sir, you always know that our camp is never full. Except for the more than 40 servants we have always kept by our side, there are only about 50 people left. The south gate and the east gate each sent 80 troops. Excluding the [-] men and horses guarding the warehouses at Xiaobai Mountain and Taiping Mountain, this is not all that is left."

A servant next to him interjected: "There are still guards on various piers outside the fort. In addition, there are more than 400 brothers in Laiyuan Fort, but..."

When he said this, he stopped and couldn't say any more, but everyone knew what he meant. Those troops were outside the fort. Since the enemy troops had entered the fort, how could they be given a chance to mobilize troops from outside?
"Snapped!"

Gao Jinzhong punched the window lattice hard, and the entire Kuixing Pavilion seemed to be shaking slightly, and all the servants were also stunned.

"Go back to the Yamen and put on your armor."

"Master, are we going to kill him and seize the door?"

"Take the shit."

Gao Jinzhong said angrily: "Didn't you see the banner of the 'Brave Army' over there? That was a first-class powerful army that defeated the Tatars. With just three to four hundred of our people here, if we really kill them, I'm afraid they will be killed in succession." I can’t hear a sound!”

Now that he had made up his mind, he no longer hesitated and strode down to Kuixing Pavilion, preparing to return to the garrison to change clothes.

The second servant who spoke just now followed behind Gao Jinzhong and said hurriedly: "Master Gao, these officers and soldiers must be sent by that boy Zhang Cheng. The head of the Fan family is still in the fort. If you don't do anything, how can you be worthy of him... …”

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Gao Jinzhong stopped abruptly, turned around and stared at the servant, Dingtou, and said, "If you didn't remind us, we would have forgotten. I'm really sorry for everyone Fan."

He suddenly changed the topic and said: "You go to the barracks to gather the troops, we will go back to the office and put on our armor, and then we will go and help Fan."

Liu Jiachen showed joy on his face and answered the order loudly: "Yes."

Gao Jinzhong urged: "Go to the barracks quickly. If you are too late, we may not be able to save Fan."

Liu Jiachen agreed repeatedly and stepped forward, walking in front of Gao Jinzhong. However, he did not see Gao Jinzhong reaching into his waist and pulling out the short dagger he carried with him.

"Liu Jiachen..."

"exist."

With a "pop" sound, the moment Liu Jiachen turned around, the short dagger tore through his clothes and went straight into his heart. His eyes bulged, full of disbelief.

Gao Jinzhong smiled ferociously and said, "We really forgot that your son is still a good son-in-law for that old man Fan Yongdou. You are not our retainer, you are his retainer Fan Yongdou."

As he spoke, he twisted his right hand hard and then thrust forward. The short dagger penetrated completely, and blood continued to flow out from the wound, instantly staining the front of Liu Jiachen's clothes red.

Bright red blood flowed from the corners of Liu Jiachen's mouth and nostrils at the same time. He bared his teeth: "You...you...you..."

But he could no longer say a complete sentence.

Several servant leaders around him looked at Gao Jinzhong in amazement. He withdrew his dagger, wiped it on the hem of Liu Jiachen's clothes, and then put it into his waist.

He turned around and said to the crowd: "Uncle Yongning's army has already entered the fort. It is impossible for us and hundreds of brothers to fight against it."

He kicked Liu Jiachen's body again and said: "Instead of working for those Shanxi profiteers, we should surrender to Uncle Yongning. Saving our lives is the key."

"Master Gao is wise, we are willing to follow him and die for him!" (End of Chapter)