Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

"Boom~"

The rising sun suddenly changed the sky after the muffled thunder.

Zhang Qian rode his horse back to the posthouse in the drizzle under the "escort" of the Chu imperial guards.

The sandalwood door of the Han Dynasty Inn slammed shut. Zhang Qian threw off his soaked crane cloak, and the scattered hair under his jade crown stuck to his neck:

"Spread out all the hidden agents of the Yun brand."

He suddenly grabbed the guard leader's wrist armor, his nails scratching on the iron, and said harshly:

"Focus on checking the shops in the West Market that have Turkic felt carpets hanging on them."

Amid the dripping sound of the copper kettle, the bronze candlestick in the dark room suddenly turned.

When the three masked men emerged from the tunnel, Zhang Qian was scraping the blood scabs off his palm with a silver knife: "I want to see the heads of three Tang Dynasty spies before midnight."

He suddenly threw the bloody knife at the leader, the sharp blade grazing the other's Adam's apple and nailing into the wall brick, hatred in his eyes:

"Remember, don't leave any one alive. I want them all dead!"

At the same time, the war drums of the Tang Dynasty Post House exploded in the rain, and the water droplets vibrated in the same frequency as the drum beats.

Du Ruhui stood in the rain, letting it wet his official robes. He looked at the guards in front of him and gave an order in a deep voice:

"Tiger Guards, listen to my orders!"

He suddenly drew out his drumstick and pointed it to the southeast: "Dig up the rat hole that the Han people hid in the spice shop for me!"

Half an hour later.

The heavy rain washed away the gilded plaque of "Jinxiu Pavilion" in the West Market, and the indigo dye vat was steaming with the pungent smell of blue grass.

Twelve Han dynasty assassins stepped on the glazed tiles and leaped into the courtyard. The soles of their iron-mesh boots rolled over the broken porcelain on the ground, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The silk shop owner's rosewood abacus suddenly exploded, and the seventy-two copper beads flew out in a strong wind.

The leader of the Han army swung the chain gun with his backhand, and the silver chain entangled the flying beads, and sparks flew in the air.

"Come die!"

The scar on his Adam's apple turned red as he growled, and the chain gun wrapped around Tang Tan's neck like a poisonous snake.

The dark blue dye vat exploded with a loud bang, and three Tang Dynasty secret sentries broke out of the water.

Among them, the scarred man used his two swords to cut the fluttering white silk, but saw that the silk soaked in dye suddenly tightened into a rope, tightly strangling his throat - it turned out that the Han army soldiers had mixed golden silk into the cloth.

Blood flowed along the cracks in the dye vat, and the last Tang detective was pressed on the bluestone table.

The dagger of the Han army soldier moved along the spine, and the sound of the blade scraping against the joints mixed with the heavy rain was particularly clear.

When the entire piece of back skin with the wolf head tattoo was peeled off, the rainstorm suddenly turned heavier, washing the blood stains on the human skin into light pink.

at the same time.

The carved wooden door of the "Benzoin Shop" in Southeast Lane collapsed with a loud bang, and the iron boots of eight Tang Kingdom Tiger Guards crushed the cloves on the ground.

The moment the mace smashed towards the Persian tapestry, thirty-seven poisoned scorpion-tail needles shot out from the secret compartments and nailed onto the camphor beams, emitting green smoke.

"Hold your breath!"

It was too late when the Tang army sergeant shouted. Two soldiers inhaled the borneol powder mixed with the poison needles, and black blood instantly gushed out of their eyes and ears.

The Western Region scimitar split the sandalwood shelf, and the man hiding behind it took out the silver chain from his sleeve, only to see that the Tiger Guard actually bit the chain with his teeth, with veins bulging on his bronze face.

When the cellar secret door was cracked by the mace, three carrier pigeons flew up in fright.

The Han detective leader's soft sword wrapped around Shichang's throat, but the opponent grabbed the blade with his backhand - the barbed palm guard twisted the sword into a twist, and blood dripped from the iron fingers onto the nutmeg.

The last Han detective retreated deep into the cellar, his back against the lime wall covered with maps of the outside world.

When the Tiger Guards' scimitars were about to fall, he suddenly overturned the wooden box of pepper, and the pepper powder flew all over the air, making everyone burst into tears.

When the blade split the silver fish talisman and embedded itself three inches into the collarbone, heavy rain suddenly poured in through the skylight, turning the blood into a winding red snake.

After doing this, retreat quickly.

under night.

The bluestone slabs of the southern section of Suzaku Avenue were soaked with blood, and eight broken lanterns flickered in the heavy rain.

Zhao Yannian, the leader of the Han Dynasty's death squad, wiped away the rain that blurred his vision, and his iron mesh gloves scratched his cheekbones.

Thirty steps away, Lei Wanjun, a squad leader of the Tang Dynasty's Tiger Guards, was leaning his mace on the ground. The half of intestine hanging on the end of the mace was washed white by the rain.

"Isn't this Commander Zhao?"

Lei Wanjun suddenly grinned, revealing his gold-studded canine teeth: "Are you rushing to collect the body of your Minister Zhang?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Zhao Yannian's chain gun slowly dropped, and the tip of the gun scraped out blue sparks on the stone slab: "The new wolf head tattooed on Lei Shichang's back is brighter than the one peeled off last month."

Before he finished speaking, the twelve assassins behind him threw off their raincoats at the same time, revealing the densely packed scorpion-tail syringes on their waists.

The rainstorm was suddenly torn apart by some invisible force, and the two lanterns went out with a puff.

Lei Wanjun's mace swept across without warning, breaking the flagpole of the roadside tavern in half. The iron-covered flagpole flew toward the Han army formation, but was shredded into sawdust by the chain gun.

"kill!"

"cut!"

Two loud shouts rang out at the same time.

The scorpion-tail needles thrown out by the Han army's death soldiers when they flew into the air were as dense as locusts, but they were bounced away the moment they touched the Tang army's heavy armor - it turned out that the inside of the Huben Guards' black iron armor was lined with fire-resistant cloth.

Lei Wanjun charged into the enemy camp with a wild laugh, and swung his mace to smash three assassins in half. Their broken spines and armor fragments were embedded in the brick wall facing the street.

Zhao Yannian's chain gun wrapped around Lei Wanjun's neck like a poisonous snake, and the barb on the gun tip hooked onto the iron ring of the neck guard.

As the two men wrestled in a pool of blood, a strange fragrance suddenly came with the rainstorm - it turned out to be the poison powder cabinet that was broken into in a nearby pharmacy.

Green smoke rose up the moment the purple dust was stained with blood. Three soldiers who were fighting suddenly fell down with their throats pinched, and their skin and flesh festered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"mean!"

Lei Wanjun roared, broke the iron ring and counterattacked with the chain gun.

Zhao Yannian turned around and twelve bone-piercing nails shot out from the soles of his boots. The muffled sound of the nails piercing the Tang army's knees mixed with the sound of bones cracking was particularly clear.

Amidst the dying screams, a whole piece of red silk suddenly fell from the second floor of the nearby silk shop.

Zhao Yannian leaped into the air and walked on the silk ribbon. His chain spear was like a silver dragon exploring the sea and went straight for Lei Wanjun's crown.

The Tang army sergeant grinned and pulled a Han army prisoner to block in front of him. At the moment when the chain spear pierced his chest, poisonous caltrops suddenly exploded on the prisoner's back!

The heavy rain turned the poisonous blood into a light green stream.

Lei Wanjun took the opportunity to swing his stick at Zhao Yannian's lower body, but the chain gun entangled the stick head.

The two men rolled and tore at each other in the blood-soaked ground, and the iron spikes of the mace and the silver rings of the chain gun scraped against each other, producing dazzling sparks.

"Your scorpion tail needle..."

Lei Wanjun suddenly grabbed Zhao Yannian's throat and said, "It's not as good as ours in Longyou..."

His voice stopped abruptly - three golden silk threads had wrapped around his ankles at some point, and the other end of the silk thread was tied to the cast iron lamppost of the tavern.

Zhao Yannian coughed up blood foam and turned over, stabbing the dagger fiercely into the chest of the Tang army sergeant: "This move is called pulling out from under the cauldron..."

The moment the tip of the knife touched the heart-protection goggles, the entire long street suddenly shook violently.

Tiles from the eaves on both sides fell like a rainstorm, and dull footsteps came from the direction of Suzaku Gate - the city defense camp.

The seven remaining death warriors and five Tiger Guards retreated at the same time.

Zhao Yannian wiped away the blood scab covering his left eye and found that the three golden silk threads had already cut Lei Wanjun's tendons.

The sergeant of the Tang army stood up leaning on the mace, and his iron-boned mechanical feet covered with blades were exposed from his military boots that were cut by the silk thread.

The two men sneered at the same time across the corpses.

When the last two lanterns were blown away by the strong wind, the harmonious sounds of pipa and bone flute suddenly rang out from the alleys on the east and west sides - that was the secret signal for the Han and Tang armies to withdraw.

Heavy rain washed the long street, rushing the blood into the deeper night. Only the half of the spine embedded in the wall was shining with a white light under the lightning.

Soon, Shen Zhengqing arrived at the scene with the city defense battalion.