Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei: Commander, what do you want to tell me?

Without waiting for everyone present to react, a team of brocade guards broke into the door from Yanhong Tower.

Immediately after, these brocade guards went straight to slash and slash all the way.

Kill from the first floor to the second floor like chopping melons and vegetables!

"How... What's going on! The

thousands of households on the third floor reacted quickly and pulled out embroidered spring knives one after another.

However, there are not many of these people who really have the ability, and most of them rely on their family connections to live in Jinyiwei.

The sudden bloody scene at this moment frightened them almost without holding a knife.

Zhu Qianyuan had expected this, he found a comfortable place on the third floor to sit down and start watching the play.

The brocade guards who rushed in were quickly intercepted.

The hundred households on the second floor and the general flag on the first floor began to fight back.

Although Jinyiwei is rotten now, there is no shortage of people with strong martial arts.

The two sides quickly exchanged troops, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

The thousand households on the third floor saw that the people who rushed in were temporarily unable to move forward, so they stabilized their minds a little.

"Zhu Qianyuan, what do you want to do?"

"Cannibalism?"

Zhang Tingyue was the first to question, but Zhu Qianyuan didn't pay attention.

Rumble!

A dozen wooden windows on the third floor were broken open without warning.

A large number of brocade guards poured into the window.

These brocade guards held swords in their hands and swung them at the thousand households present.

They have accumulated too much anger.

On weekdays, these brocade guards were born and died, but they were squeezed by hundreds and thousands of households riding on their heads.

At this moment, there was a chance to retaliate, and these low-level brocade guards fought hard to kill.

Thousands of households led by Zhang Tingyue wielded their swords to defend.

But these thousands of households have no combat effectiveness.

Except for Lu Wenzhao and Zhang Tingyue, most of the others have no martial arts.

Under the knife, these people quickly collapsed into pools of blood.

"It's time to stop."

Zhu Qianyuan was very satisfied with the scene in front of him.

His purpose from the beginning was not just to kill Tian Ergeng.

To him, the Jinyi Guard is a sharp crossbow.

If you want to get the most out of this crossbow, you need the crossbow arm, body, string, hook core, and lookout mountain to work together.

Today's Jinyi Wei is mixed, subject to the Ming magnates, and cooperates with each other like the various departments of the crossbow machine.

So there had to be a great purge.

After Zhu Qianyuan gave the order, the killing of Yanhonglou slowly stopped.

It's just that the people who are present are a little angry.

They don't understand why they are killing each other.

"Do you know what the three words Jinyiwei mean to me in Daming?"

The brocade guards looked at each other, not knowing how to answer Zhu Qianyuan's question.

"Jinyiwei is not the flying fish suit that everyone wears, and it is not the embroidered spring knife that everyone wears!"

"Jin Yiwei should be the sharpness of the Ming Dynasty!"

"And now? What has become of it!

"A minion of the powerful? Or a lackey of the nobility?

"Is this Jinyiwei? No!

Zhu Qianyuan's tone gradually became heavier, and he looked at every Jinyi guard present, from a thousand households to a hundred households, and from a hundred households to the general banner.

Finally, his gaze rested on the ordinary brocade guard who broke the game.

"Who died in this fight just now?"

"It's just a group of mediocre people with mediocre martial arts and no talent!"

"These people knock out the bones and eat the marrow, parasitic on your heads, don't you want to thank them if you don't kill them?"

At this moment, the people present seemed to understand the purpose of the battle just now.

It's not cannibalism, it's not breaking or standing.

Lu Wenzhao's eyes were scorching, and the words just now aroused the blood in his heart.

He was a man who had died once, and when he returned from the battle of Sarhu, he thought he had witnessed the most cruel thing.

But the ups and downs of officialdom made him understand what it means to eat people without spitting out bones.

Even if he tries to get to the position of a thousand households, he is just a dog in the eyes of those powerful people.

It's just that it all seems different from today.

"Ladies and gentlemen, these silverfish are dead, and the road to promotion has begun!"

"There's a big fight tonight!"

"Those who kill fifty people will seal a thousand households!"

"Those who kill thirty people will seal a hundred households!"

"Whoever kills ten people, seal the general flag!"

As soon as Zhu Qianyuan's words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Jinyiwei has been silent for a long time, and many people who are strong in martial arts but have no backing have long lost their original ambitions.

But at this moment, their bloody nature returns and rekindles their faith.

Not for anything else, for himself, for the Ming Dynasty, for the commander of the road to promotion.

"I'm willing to fight to the death!"

"We will live up to the command and the trust of the Lord!"

"Jinyi Wei should be the commander to make the lord wield a knife to kill the enemy!"

At this moment, the spy of the Jinyi Guard, Pegasus, came to report.

Zhu Qianyuan took the secret letter.

The Sun Moon Divine Cult has already assembled a large number of masters disguised as civilians and gathered towards the imperial city, only waiting for the night to act.

Subsequently, Zhu Qianyuan found the shopkeeper of Yanhonglou, who was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and ordered the kitchen to serve the food.

Countless delicacies from the mountains and seas were served on the table.

Tonight's action is dangerous, and this meal must not be settled.

......

Night.

A group of dead soldiers, dressed in black, gathered towards the Forbidden City from all directions.

These men are well-trained and quietly advance around the Forbidden City.

The forbidden army defending the city was not alarmed in the slightest.

Xuanwu Gate.

A black-faced forbidden soldier yawned: "Damn it, our brothers are on duty again in a windy ghost weather

" "Brother Hei don't complain." Another forbidden soldier looked around: "I heard that the capital is not peaceful during this time, and Jinyi Wei has killed several thousand households!" "

Jin Yiwei? How many thousand families died? The

black-faced forbidden army suddenly became interested, "Ye Zi, tell my brother about what's going on." The

forbidden army who was called a leaf thought for a moment and then spoke: "I also heard from an acquaintance in the military department about this.

"Brother Hei, don't spread it!"

The black-faced forbidden army whispered: "You still can't believe your black brother?" In the forbidden army, you black brother is strict-mouthed!

Ye Zi was silent for a moment and said, "The Ministry of War reported that more than a dozen thousand households were killed today. "

It seems that he has encountered a master of the rivers and lakes or something..."

"Not only thousands of households, but hundreds of households and general banners have died more."

With that, he looked around cautiously again.

"I also heard that he was killed in Yanhonglou, which shows that those Jianghu people infiltrated the capital."

"We need to be careful, too!"

The black-faced forbidden army was full of disdain: "What else do I think of." "

It's the Jinyi Guard who died, not our forbidden army."

"Besides, what kind of place is this? Forbidden city! "

Even if that group of Jianghu Xiaoxiao provoked brocade guards, would they dare to attack the imperial city?"

Ye Zi nodded after hearing this: "Brother Hei is right!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a faint sound of breaking through the air.

Immediately afterward, a flying needle blown out of the pipe sank into the neck of the blackface Praetorian.

A cloud of purple qi spread along the blood vessels to his whole body in an instant.

In a few moments, the black-faced Janissary was killed by a poisoned needle.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zi panicked, and he immediately picked up his weapon and prepared to shout.

But then another blow needle was blown.

He had no way to prevent it, and was killed directly by the poison on the needle.

This happened one after another.

In just one stick of incense, more than 50 forbidden soldiers were quietly killed in the huge Xuanwu Gate.