Traveling through time and encountering war, I took the whole village to escape famine

The guards in black flying fish uniforms pulled out the families of Yang Zhenye and Prime Minister Yao. The women and children were sobbing and trembling with fear.

"Jun Ruhao is indeed a devil. You will be punished by God for killing innocent people. You are as violent as your father. If our Da Zhao falls into the hands of villains like you, it will be a disaster for the people of Da Zhao. No matter whether men or women in my Yang family, they will never submit to despicable people like you. You can do it. My Yang family swears to live and die with the emperor." The Duke of Zhenguo said in a deep voice with a solemn expression.

The son of the Duke of Zhenguo, now the Marquis of Zhenbei, Yang Zhongyi, supported his trembling old father and stared at his wife in the hall with tears in his eyes: "All listen to father, my Yang family and the emperor live and die together."

The wife of Marquis Zhenbei nodded slightly, gestured to the Duke of Zhenguo and Marquis Zhenbei, and then her sharp eyes quickly swept over the crying daughters-in-law and the young grandchildren who gathered around.

She suddenly raised her voice and shouted, "Shut up! Stop crying! My Yang family has been loyal for generations, and all the men are upright and strong! Whether it's the women or children in our Yang family, how can they do such a cowardly thing? Cheer up! What's the joy of living, and what's the pain of dying? Even if today is the deadline, what's wrong with the family going to the underworld together? Supporting and caring for each other along the way, you will definitely not feel lonely on the road to the underworld!"

The crying women and children of the Yang family immediately shut up and clasped their hands together.

Yang Zhenye's youngest great-grandson, Yang Annian, wiped away his tears and blinked his big wet eyes: "Madam, Nian'er is not afraid."

"Nian'er, good boy, you are the child of our Yang family. You and your grandmother and mother go first, and your great-grandfather will go to accompany you soon." Yang Zhenye looked at his little great-grandson with satisfaction, but his heart was broken.

The guard in black flying fish uniform was holding Yang Annian in his hand and raised the big knife in his hand: "Since you are not afraid, let's start with you." He raised his hand and chopped the knife towards little Annian's neck.

Yang Zhenye and Yang Zhongyi closed their eyes tightly. Their hearts seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. It hurt so much that they could hardly breathe.

The screams and cries of women and children in the crowd intertwined, their faces were distorted due to extreme fear, and some even collapsed to the ground, trembling all over. However, in this chaos and panic, little Yang Annian showed amazing strength.

Although he was filled with fear, he always remembered the words his great-grandfather, grandfather, and grandmother had said to him: every son of the Yang family must be upright! He knew that as a member of the Yang family, he must not lose face for the family here.

Even though tears were flowing uncontrollably like a broken dam, wetting his tender face, Yang Annian still clenched his teeth and did not make the slightest cry or shout.

He just stood there quietly, closed his eyes silently, and endured everything with his young but extremely firm heart...

He heard a low and suppressed cry. It was his mother's voice.

At this moment, a sharp sound of a knife suddenly rose in his ears. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously waited for death to come. What followed was the dull sound of the knife entering his body. Although the sound was not loud, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart hard.

Xiao An Nian was full of doubts. According to common sense, a sword piercing the body should bring excruciating pain, but at this moment he could not feel any pain at all. Could it be that he was already dead and could not feel pain? After he reacted, he slowly opened his eyes.

The scene that came into his eyes made him open his eyes wide instantly - he saw the black-clad guard who was standing in front of him, holding a big knife and with a ferocious face, now looking at his chest in astonishment. A dart flashing with cold light pierced deeply into it, and blood continued to flow out of the wound, staining his black collar red.

The black-clad guard held his hands tightly over his chest, which was bleeding profusely, and his body shook violently and uncontrollably. In just a few blinks of an eye, he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground with a bang. The sword in his hand also fell heavily to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The sudden change made the atmosphere in the hall instantly quieter.

Qiu Shou led the shadow guards into the hall, and the tense atmosphere in the hall was instantly broken. They quickly subdued the imperial guards and black-clad secret guards who were holding the officials' families hostage, leaving the enemy no chance to breathe.

Those men in black who had not yet come to their senses were subdued by the Earth Shadow Guards led by Qiu Shou before they had time to resist.

On the other side, Pei Cheng led the royal guards dressed in red flying fish uniforms and quickly formed a tight encirclement, protecting Jun Jingli in the middle.

Almost at the same time, the black-clad secret guards led by Jun Ruhao and the remaining imperial guards led by Chen Wenjian also took action. They surrounded Jun Ruhao, Jun Mingyao and others in a lightning-fast manner.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, and a thrilling confrontation began.

Jun Mingyu entered the hall with an imposing manner, wearing a dark narrow-sleeved python robe and a belt of the same color with a gold thread pattern around his waist. His black hair was tied up and fixed with a gilded hair crown. With his picturesque face, he looked like a jade tree on the steps, with a natural and elegant demeanor.

He just stood there, but he had a natural nobility. The black eyes under his brows were like thick ink that could not be dissolved. His aura was so strong that people could not help but want to submit to him.

"You...you are Jun Mingyu! Shouldn't you be in the northern border? How come you are here?" Yu Desheng widened his eyes and looked at Jun Mingyu in astonishment, his heart full of confusion and fear.

"Yu Desheng, are you surprised that this prince appears here?"

After Jun Mingyu finished speaking, he bowed towards Jun Jingli.

"Father, the returning soldiers outside the palace have been controlled."

Jun Ruhao was shocked: "This is impossible, how could this happen? I have 50,000 Tiger Power Army and 20,000 city defense troops."

"Come here, bring up the gifts that this prince gave to Concubine Yu and Lord Wu."

Dong Zang, upon hearing the order, brought in a bloody cloth bag and threw it at the feet of Jun Ruhao and Yu Pingting.