"I smiled at the sky..."

"Another sentence or change..."

"Shut up!" Fang Zheng, who was disturbed by Shixing, was angry, with a gloomy face, and glared at the guests angrily: "Are you here to date or fight poetry? When is it still picky and unreasonable? Let me go!"

“…………”

The breakout location was chosen at the west back gate of the inner courtyard of Fangfu. Compared with the heavy surrounds of the front door, the defense here was slightly weaker.

The three hundred imperial guards rode on the horse early, holding the steel knife and spear in their hands without saying a word, and their eyes showed a sense of determination. They already knew that the chance of surviving this time was slim, but they were the emperor's personal army and must have the awareness of sacrifice for the emperor at any time at any time.

Licking his dry lips, Fang Zheng took a few deep breaths, suppressing his fear and tension in his heart. At the gate, Pan Shangshu's gloomy voice came: "Prepare to attack!"

The imperial guard general guarding the gate immediately shouted: "Imperial Guard!" After hearing the order, thousands of soldiers raised their weapons in their hands and pointed at the gate obliquely, staring at the front with nervous or indifferent expressions. In silence, murderous intent spread and war was about to break out.

The trumpet of the rebels had sounded, and the footsteps of the mobilized soldiers and horses were like the death knell of the god of death, hitting everyone's hearts one after another. Shangshu Pan had already issued the order to attack, and time was too late, so we could not delay any more.

At the back gate of Fang Mansion west, Fang Zheng, who was riding on his horse, pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed forward with Xuxu, and shouted: "Run!"

Then the back door was opened, and more than a hundred imperial guards rushed out first. Fang Zheng slammed the horse's belly and rushed into the middle. There were more than a hundred imperial guards behind him behind him.

There were not many rebels guarding the back gate, about three or four thousand, but no one seemed to have expected that under the heavy siege, there were still people who dared to rush out. Seeing hundreds of people wearing brown imperial guards in the gate galloping at extremely fast speed and rushing towards their encirclement, the rebels were stunned. The city was controlled by the rebels. Even if they broke out of the encirclement, they had nowhere to go. Could these people be looking for death?

After a brief moment of silence, a general of the rebels came to his senses first. At this time, the horses riding by the imperial guards were less than ten feet away from them. Their eyes were covered with bloodshot, which contained an increasingly powerful murderous intent. Anyway, there was no hope of survival. It was better to kill a few more rebels and earn enough money. The imperial guards urged the horses, and the steel knife in their hands was raised high, making a posture of preparing to chop. At the same time, they did not forget their mission. More than a hundred imperial guards soldiers protected Fang Zheng tightly in the middle. They all knew that only when he rushed out could everyone have hope of survival.

The rebel general was shocked when he saw this and shouted loudly: "Hurry! Step formation!"

The rebel soldiers were also well-trained regular soldiers. After a brief panic, they found that it was too late to shoot arrows at this time, so they immediately formed an array, supported the spear on the ground, pointed the spear diagonally pointed at the horses that were galloping, and stepped on them with their feet. At the same time, the soldiers behind them pressed the formation with their steel swords. After just passing the first wave of cavalry rushing, the sword formation would be launched and strangled the enemy.

Damn it! It's so scary. Fang Zheng was protected in the middle, and he kept sweating. He was really trying his best. Looking at the cold spear tips in the rebels array, dazzled! If this thing is stabbed anywhere on him, it may not feel very comfortable, right?

Just a few feet away from the enemy, Fang Zheng suddenly seemed to remember something, his expression changed, and he quickly shouted: "Slow down! Stop the horse!"

The Imperial Guard is the emperor's personal army and the most elite army in the Chinese dynasty. The military discipline is strict and the orders are prohibited. After hearing Fang Zheng's order, although they knew that if they stopped, the horse would lose its momentum and the cavalry's advantage would disappear in an instant, the Imperial Guards still pulled the reins tightly and stopped the horses without hesitation.

The rebel soldiers several feet away from them were stunned. They didn't understand why these people rushed out in a huge manner but stopped again. The rebel generals were also at a loss. Which of these people were playing?

Fang Zheng smiled apologetically at the rebel general and said loudly: "Sorry, we have walked through the wrong door. We should rush out from the back door in the south. You guys are busy, we won't bother..."

Rebel General: “………”

Fang Zheng ignored his reaction and waved his hand and ordered loudly: "Go back! Brothers are all back, you have gone to the wrong door! Hurry up!"

“…………”

The imperial guards turned their horses with black lines and ran back with Fang Zheng.

The rebel general came to his senses and felt that he was being played with, and couldn't help but be furious: "Damn it! He's too bullying! Stop them!"

It was too late, and those who ran would never catch up with those who rode on horseback, and the rebels guarding the back door were not equipped with cavalry at all. The rebels had to watch Fang Zheng and the three hundred imperial guards retreat quickly.

In the back door of Fang Mansion, the emperor glared at Fang Zheng with anger and scolded: "Why are you running back?"

Fang Zheng got off the horse, wiped the cold sweat all over his face, and said bitterly: "Master, you can't blame me for this. I can't come back..."

"Why?"

"You have not given me the special order to dispatch troops. Master, have you forgotten?"

Everyone was speechless: “…………”

With a little anger and a bit of disgusting, the emperor quickly wrote the special order to mobilize troops, stamped it with a large seal, threw it at Fang Zheng with a shook his hand, and said coldly: "Take it! Don't mess around this time!"

Fang Zheng carefully put it in his arms and thought to himself, you forgot to write it yourself, can you blame me? He also said that I was making a fuss. This person is so old that he is particularly unreasonable...

He stepped on the horse with difficulty, and Fang Zheng, who was covered in hanging, clasped his fists and said loudly: "The wind is shaved..."

"Shut up! Go!" Everyone shouted in unison.
Chapter completed!