Du Ya's mouth was not vomited by Zhao Zhonglang, but by himself.

After hearing Zhao Jing's death so tragic, Du Ya suddenly understood everything.

"I used to be the Minister of the Secretariat Ping Zhang. Now I will look back at a list of previous lists. Yang Wan and Cui Youfu died in a short time in power. Yang Yan and Dou Shen were ruined. Han Huan and Zhao Jing were assassinated to death. Xiao Fu, Lu Qi and Zhang Yanshang were deposed. Li Mi could barely end up being a good end, but he was also exhausted by the huge state affairs. Only Gao Yue, who was in power for less than half a year, is now leisurely and leisurely as a guest of the crown prince - the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, cannot be regarded as a deceased person, whoever dies!" At this point, Du Ya's forehead was full of cold sweats. All the obsessions before were like a big dream, and now it seems ridiculous.

In the entire county, Du Ya saw blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, sitting in front of the case. The defensive generals, Yu Hou and the detainees all thought that he was anxious for Zhao Jing's tragic death. They all stepped forward and beat Du Ya's chest and back, and asked him what to do now?

"What else can I do? Quickly click all the defensive soldiers, first seal the Dingding Gate and Changxia Gate, guard against the thieves to escape, arrest a few, copy the confession, and find out the real murderer who killed Zhao Zhonglang!" Du Ya wiped away the blood of the quarrel, his voice was heart-wrenching.

At the foot of the Longmen Mountain in Yique, the horns were sounding. The defensive soldiers of the brigade quickly moved their steps and ran towards Dingdingmen under the command of the generals of the Eastern Capital.

There were two other tiger cannons, which were also carried by the defensive soldiers on pack horses. Duya rode the horse and personally escorted the cannon and acted with his subordinates.

This is a major event that concerns life. If he shows cowardice and incompetence at this time, then the rest of his life will be over.

Du Ya's IQ was also on the line on the back of the horse, and after entering the Dingding Gate, a large number of defensive soldiers first surrounded him to Zhengpingfang, which is Zhao Jing's assassination:

It was a terrible sight, and Zhao Jing's headless body was lying on the sandy street, covered with a purple robe, and the jade pendant on his waist and goldfish bags were all pulled away. One foot had boots and the other was bare. The boots were more than ten feet away, accompanied by long blood. The horse next to him lowered its head and stood under the wall. It seemed that the thief led the horse here and then dragged Zhao Jing. Zhao Jing could still struggle at that time, and the fall of the boots was a proof of struggle, but the thief quickly lost his patience and brutally cut off the prime minister's head in a way of execution.

As for Zhao Jing's servants, none of them were left behind. They were stabbed to death and killed. The bodies were everywhere, the walls and the trunks were full of traces of knife cutting.

Under the pomegranate tree there, the defenders found the weapon, a musket.

There was also a large amount of burning residue from the divine thunder medicine at the scene. The musket was transformed and the bullets fired were even more powerful. As for the inscriptions engraved on the musket, they were worn out in advance and there was no clue.

Coincidentally, in Zhengpingfang, there was Yan Lu Gong Yan Zhenqing's residence. At that time, Yan's family was frightened and guarded the door with lanterns. The thieves carried Zhao Zhonglang's head in his hand and asked who the house was. The answer was "Yan Gongshi". The thief actually said, "The Palace Master is loyal, we must not offend him", so he left.

"Head, head." Du Ya asked anxiously, so groups of defensive soldiers guarded the Dongdu left behind. When I arrived at the ditch in the city, on the mud under the sand dike, he saw Zhao Jing's head.

A group of defensive soldiers who remained in the city hid in front of Du Ya, saying that after Zhao Zhonglang was assassinated, Xuanzhaifang where the government was located was also attacked by thieves. Two officials on duty were killed and the stables caught fire. They rushed out to chase the thieves. As a result, the thieves ran very fast in the night, holding Zhao Zhonglang's head in their hands. Seeing that we were chasing fiercely, they threw the head into the ditch in Yishui and turned around to shout to us:

"Don't chase me, you will be killed!"

"They want to seize the palace and then take the opportunity to seize the palace city in Luoyang!" Du Ya made a natural judgment.

Then Du Ya's head became big, "The thief's escape route is directed to..."

Xingjiaofang and Lu Jun stayed in the backyard of Ping of Ziqing in Zibo, and the whole thing was in full swing.

The officials and soldiers were furious and surrounded by the Pinglu General Zhi Jiazhen and Menzha, saying that the Prime Minister Zhao Jing had just been cut off and threw him into the canal in the yard in front of our backyard.

Zi Jiazhen and Mencha were shocked: "Why didn't the monk Yuanjing do things? "

"Yuanjing had a drink at Foguang Temple and the mountain sheds and sheds in Yique Luhun County yesterday, and this was not done."

Then the two of them exclaimed: Some thief killed the prime minister and wanted to frame me, Panglu Army!

But it was too late at this moment.

Countless defensive soldiers came from various streets, with the goal of surrounding the backyard of Ping Lu Army in Xingjiaofang.

The eastern towns also beat the drums of the official streets in turn, and the archers shouted: "There are thieves who have killed the imperial court and were in charge of the Pinglu army in the backyard. The men of each town, holding bows, arrows, and sticks, followed the Dayin to Xingjiaofang to kill the thieves, cut off one of the heads, rewarded 15 slabs of money, and two pieces of silk!"

In an instant, thousands of defensive soldiers and thousands of volunteers from the Dongdu were surrounded by the streets on all sides of Xingjiaofang like furious ant colonies. Two of the tiger cannons were also put down and stuffed into shells, facing the gate of the Pinglu Army's backyard.

In the backyard, Zi Jiazhen and Mencha put on armor, held the sword, and shouted to more than a hundred officials, soldiers, and their families and children: "We were framed, but now we have no choice but to break through and fight out. Remember Changxia Gate, and then go to Zhongyue Foguang Temple to meet Yuanjing, go east and go back to Ziqing!"

Now the entire Xingjiaofang is surrounded, but we still want to take the Changxia Gate and leave. We have to go to Ziqing with the monk Yuanjing of Songshan. It will be a life of death.

So many Pinglu Army families were left in the backyard and cried.

But soon there was a fire to burn their tears:

There were sharp whistling sounds and countless arrows tied to burning cartridges ejected from the crossbows of the Eastern Du Defense Forces, and all shot into the backyard of the Pinglu Army, and pierced into the roof, grass roof, and buildings.

Fires jumped out from the gaps in the cracks of arrows in the backyard. Those who were riding a ladder to carry buckets to put out the fire were also shot into arrows and fell down screaming.

"Don't put out the fire, rush out!" Zi Jiazhen and Mencha yelled, then pulled out the bolt and pushed open the gate of the South Courtyard.

Amid the shouts and anger, more than a hundred people of all kinds who stayed in the backyard also followed these two people with weapons, and they stood out of the yard like a tide.

Thirty steps away opposite, a bamboo basket filled with soil was built into a wall, crossing the street. Behind this wall, the shiny gun gun mouth was facing the door of Pinglu Junliu's backyard.

"Start the cannon." Du Ya waved the flag in his hand.

The tiger-hunting cannon sprayed out several balls of blue smoke, then retreated in turn, shooting out snow-sleet-like lead balls, sweeping directly across the bodies of the Pinglu army soldiers.

The first Zi Jiazhen, whose helmet was broken, the armor on her chest was blown away, and a lead ball broke the horizontal knife in his hand, and the broken blade flew backwards and penetrated into his eyes. The scream, together with several other accomplices, fell down several steps away.

But the other Pinglu troops still ran away with the bodies of the dead who were injured by the cannon!
Chapter completed!