The Great Tang: World Martial God

The imperial city, Chang'an.

The rumors and raids have just gone.

The **** slaughter in West Market has already spread in the city.

Be cautious in words and deeds, everyone is at risk.

With the increase of street guards, the streets of Chang'an have become more deserted.

The suppression of the grain shops has already made the small merchants and hawkers frightened, and no one dared to risk their lives to earn two small dollars.

Some leisure venues have also closed their doors, and no one can guarantee that a group of royal guards will rush in the next moment.

As if everything went back to the period of the national funeral.

People hide in their homes when they are idle, and even when their relatives and friends are gathering, they dare not blatantly publicize it.

It seems that this **** haze is permeating the entire Chang'an sky, and this imperial city seems even more depressed and panicked.

Until noon, the outside of the city changed again!

Jin Gu was in a hurry and screamed loudly.

The defenders in the city also blew the long horn, and the patrolmen hurried along the long street.

The general's hastily shouting sounded on this long street.

"Hurry to the city gate!"

The sudden tension in the city made these people uneasy, and many of them poked their heads out of the mansion gate and looked out.

Someone couldn't help but raise questions.

"What happened? Is there a war?"

Someone replied when he walked out of the half-covered palace gate.

"I heard that something happened at the gate of the city. General Tang led a large army into the city and already headed to the palace."

Hearing this, a touch of dignity appeared on the neighboring surface of the surrounding Sifang Street, and he asked.

"But what happened in the palace?"

At this moment, a scholar stood up and said slowly.

"The change in the palace? Isn't the imperial city going to suffer?"

"Isn't it about a few princes fighting for the throne?"

As soon as the voice fell, the neighbor next to him pointed at the scholar and whispered.

"You kid, you are really not afraid of death! You dare to say such things, have you forgotten the tragedy in West Market?"

A word suddenly made the curious scholar pale, glanced at the gaze cast around him, and said.

"I'm just talking about it casually, you...you don't want to spread it indiscriminately."

Having said that, he closed the gate of the mansion in a slanderous manner, and did not dare to show up again.

In fact, what the scholar said is also the doubt in everyone's mind.

Throughout the dynasties, leading soldiers into the palace was either to rebel or to quell the rebellion.

For the latter, people are indeed more biased.

Now that someone has started, I can't stop letting others think in this direction.

The middle-aged rich man, with a big belly, meditated for a moment, said.

"In today's court, your majesty is not there, and Datang has no master. If the prince really fights inwardly, I'm afraid it will cause a **** storm."

"This war is raging in the imperial city, and it is the people of the Tang Dynasty who are suffering again!"

At this moment, the horseshoe rumbling at the corner of the street came from the Chang'an street, and the whole Chang'an street felt a little shock.

The people standing at the gate of the mansion turned their heads away and looked at the place where the sound was made.

In the eyes.

A silver-haired veteran, dressed in silver armor, straddled a black horse, galloping over.

Behind him, the black soldiers lined up in a row, all occupying the long street, galloping on this long street.

During this period, it was mixed with the violent shouts of soldiers.

"Go away! Go away!"

"The court has an urgent order, the idlers retreat!"

Amid the violent shouts, many people evaded one after another.

Accompanied by a gust of wind, the mighty soldiers hurried towards the end of the other side and rushed away.

The thick sound of horse hooves galloped past, causing many families to bark, and some children cried out in fear.

The entire team has no fewer than four to five thousand people. This posture is enough to make these people smack their tongues, and the anxiety in their hearts becomes more intense.

The quiet streets of Chang'an also became restless due to the passing of this team.

The middle-aged man looked gloomy and anxious, slowly closed the mansion door, and said in a deep thought.

"The mobilization of soldiers, it seems that Chang'an City is not peaceful!"

Hearing this, the guard at home took the conversation and said.

"Master, if this imperial city really changes, let's... let's run away first!"

"As the saying goes, this sword has no eyes! It may be possible when this war will burn on the gate of our mansion."

Hearing these words, the middle-aged man's face became more anxious, he looked at the guard and said.

"Escape? Where to escape?"

"This city of Chang'an has high walls and thick gates. Are you going to run away if you want to?"

After a long silence, the middle-aged rich man glanced at the compound and said.

"Hey! Nesting in the mansion can be regarded as getting better just now, and now it's happening again!"

"At the moment, I can only pray, hoping that the changes in this palace will calm down this morning."

After all, the middle-aged man said with a touch of helplessness.

"Xing, the people suffer! Death, the people suffer!"

At this moment, in the entire Datang Imperial City, the middle-aged man was more worried.

There are thousands of people like this man in Chang'an City.

The soldiers changed and the people were panicked, and even some wealthy families had packed their bags, although they were preparing to flee.

The incident happened suddenly, and until mid-afternoon, a notice was posted throughout the city of Chang'an.

Hou Junji intends to rebel, to control the government, and the cholera government.

Tang Hao led the army to make a siege and captured the chaotic officials and thieves, already detaining them in the dungeon!