The queen is sober in the world, and she is winning every step of the palace fight.

Fang Wujiu was covered in blood.

There was the blood of the wounded when he escaped, and there was also the blood of the enemies splattered on his body and face.

His eyes were wide open as he rode his horse forward, like a Shura charging out of hell.

Behind him, several soldiers following him were also covered in blood.

There were only seven or eight people, but they alarmed the entire street.

Most of the Daliang soldiers put down their weapons, and sat or lay down at the foot of the wall, staring in astonishment at the sudden appearance of the cavalry squad.

The Tatar soldiers had relaxed their vigilance and were running around excitedly on the streets, breaking into houses and shops to steal things.

Fang Wujiu's killing caught them off guard.

"How can I allow you to act so recklessly in the land and cities of Daliang?"

"Your Majesty is not dead yet, he is merely taking refuge! Here is your Majesty's token, waiting for the warriors to rise up and defend the king! The Queen Mother is plotting treason and falsely sounding the death knell. No one should trust her!"

"Everyone, stand up and follow this general to kill all the Tartars!"

Fang Wujiu led his men to charge and kill while shouting.

From the beginning to the end of the street, he called up several groups of soldiers, who snatched back the weapons that had been taken away by the Tartar soldiers, and even found sticks on the spot and followed Fang Wujiu's horse.

The team grew to more than twenty people.

Turn onto another street.

The disarmed Daliang soldiers on this street happened to be mostly city defense troops. They were originally loyal to the emperor, and after hearing Fang Wujiu's shouts, many of them were cheered up.

Especially since he had just witnessed the Tartar soldiers killing the entire family of a shop owner.

Filled with anger and humiliation, they rose up in rebellion.

Under Fang Wujiu's charge, almost all of these soldiers rejoined the battle, grabbing weapons, killing enemy soldiers, and following Fang Wujiu's charge.

After walking through several streets like this, Fang Wujiu's team had expanded to nearly two hundred people.

"Let's go! Get the fuck up!"

"Don't be a coward!"

"The Queen Mother is collaborating with the enemy and plotting treason. It's time for us to make a contribution!"

"We can't let the Tartars destroy our Daliang capital!"

They killed and shouted.

Some of the rebels also began to run.

Fang Wujiu once again held up the gold medal and shouted, saying that the emperor had issued an order pardoning the rebels for the crime of attacking the city, saying that everyone had been deceived by the empress dowager and was only temporarily deceived. As long as they bravely advanced and drove out the Tartars to protect the capital, they would be rewarded by the court like the city defense forces.

"Kill one Tartar and you'll be rewarded ten taels of silver. After the battle, take the head and you'll be rewarded with silver!"

The team he led burst into enthusiastic cheers.

"Kill the Tartars and collect the reward!"

"Ten taels per head!"

"Come on, brothers!"

The exhausted, disarmed Daliang soldiers on the street were swept up in this surge of enthusiasm. More and more people began to move and shout.

The Tartars, who had been mocking the Daliang army's weakness, were now enraged, muttering curses and hacking away at them ferociously. Even the Liang soldiers who had not originally followed Fang Wujiu were indiscriminately attacked.

This further aroused the resistance of the Daliang soldiers.

Before long, almost all the Liang troops on the nearby streets joined Fang Wujiu's team.

Fierce fighting.

Blood splattered.

Fang Wujiu was on horseback, stabbed several times, and the horse beneath him was also covered in wounds. Both man and horse were holding on, but a fire burned in his bright eyes.

——Your Majesty! I don’t know whether you are alive or dead, I have done my best!

——If Your Majesty really passes away, then... I will also fight to the death for my country, and we will meet in the afterlife. I will be worthy of my conscience and the heaven and earth!

He had not received any order from His Majesty.

They just escaped at the risk of their lives, snatched weapons and horses during the chaos, and did their part to protect the city.

He was just a low-ranking captain in the imperial guards. He accompanied the empress dowager out of the palace to worship Buddha. Before leaving, Cao Bin secretly instructed him to do his best to protect Concubine Zhao.

With Concubine Zhao missing, he tried to appease the Empress Dowager who had revolted, pretending to be friendly with the people of the Xishan Camp, hoping to take advantage of the situation. However, he was tied up and had no choice.

The subsequent changes in circumstances were beyond his expectations. The Xishan Camp's surrender to the Queen Mother was a lie; internal strife ensued, and the rebels were scattered. The sudden arrival of the Tartars destroyed his newly-risen hopes. Then, His Majesty unexpectedly died, and the Queen Mother ordered a ceasefire and disarmament...

How can this be!

How can this be!

Fang Wujiu didn't understand what strategy was involved, nor did he know why so many unexpected events happened in one day.

He only knew that he must not allow the enemy to act recklessly in the capital of Daliang.

Even if Daliang wants to change dynasties, it should be one of its own people who takes power, rather than inviting the Tartars to sit on the throne!

The few people behind him expanded to hundreds or even thousands of people.

The streets were filled with shouts of killing.

However, Fang Wujiu knew that this might be... a drop in the bucket.

The Tartars' numbers were unknown, and the Daliang soldiers were already exhausted after half a day's fierce fighting. Their resistance at this point might be no more than a fleeting flash of light, or a spark that would soon be blown out by the gale.

The shrill sound of a deer horn suddenly rang out.

The uniform shouting in foreign language, as well as the loud sound of horse hooves and running, soon approached.

Fang Wujiu's heart sank.

coming!

The main force of the Tartars finally arrived because of the unrest here.

Leading his troops down the long street, Fang Wujiu looked at the dark, uniform enemy troops at the end of the street...

Looking back at the Liang army who were fighting hard, they could only barely draw with the scattered Tartar soldiers.

Fang Wujiu's eyes flashed with the determination to die.

"If you are not afraid of death, follow this general!"

If a small captain can kill a few more enemies, it would be okay to give himself the rank of general, right?

He had a smile on his face as he rushed towards the enemy camp.

Kill one and you’ll break even, kill two and you’ll make a profit, come on!

Most of the team behind him followed him into the enemy camp.

Moths fly into the flame.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Soon, many people fell.

Fang Wujiu was also chopped off his horse.

Lying on the streets, in the blood-red vision, were dead and wounded comrades.

The man died a heroic death for his country, and his death was worthy.

This life is worth it!

Is it worth it...?

Why, there is still a little bit...

Not reconciled.

Is the capital of Daliang going to be trampled upon by the enemy like this?

We can only die.

No hope left?

Where is the emperor?

Where are the civil and military officials?

Where are those royal nobles, powerful nobles, and those who live in luxury but exploit the common people?

Fang Wujiu lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground, feeling like he was turning into a corpse. As the Tartar soldiers stepped on him, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

It doesn't hurt.

It's just a pity.

Are we hopeless?

Is the capital city beyond saving?

"The Li family army is here!"

"Who dares to be so presumptuous!"

Suddenly, a loud and uniform roar came from the other end of the long street.

Li's army?

Fang Wujiu suddenly opened his eyes and saw a bright red flag fluttering in the wind.

Red base.

White words.

The big "Li", so clear.

"The Daizhou Jiedushi, the Left Guard General, the Marquis of Zhongyi, personally conferred by Emperor Taizu, Li Jizu, the old Lord Li, is here—"

"The Commander of the Peizhou militia, General Fengzhi, and General Li Chong, the 'Three Pass Shocker', are here—"

"The Grand Marshal of Pingxi, Madam Li, the 'Flying Arrow Golden Flower', and the Murong clan of Xita Town are here—"

“…Here!”

“…Here!”

Shouts came one after another.

The cavalry under the banner of Li came galloping in.

It goes straight into everyone's ears and shocks everyone's heart.

One name after another is familiar to even the common people.

They are all great generals of the Li family army and heroes whose stories have been interpreted by storytellers.

Fang Wujiu struggled to stand up, staring at the group of soldiers coming towards him in amazement.

The leading cavalrymen each carried a tablet strapped to their chests. Black with gold inscription, it was the memorial tablet of the Li family's ancestors. The cavalry charged, shouting, announcing the names of the heroic spirits on the tablets to the crowd.

Guarding them was a female general in silver armor.

With a green scarf wrapped around his head, he looks heroic.

His face was covered in blood and his spear was dripping with blood.

He had obviously been through a tough battle, but was still in high spirits.

"Descendants of the Li family army are here! We respectfully ask our ancestors to protect the brave warriors of Daliang! As long as the heroic spirits remain, Daliang will not perish! Charge!"

Concubine Hui rushed into the Tartar formation with her spear.

She has never stopped fighting since she broke out of the palace.

She nearly died in the chaos of battle several times, and only a few servants were left to be taken out of the palace, but she did not give up.

In the chaos when the Queen Mother ordered a ceasefire, she took advantage of the chaos to return to the Li family's ancestral home and took out all the ancestral tablets.

There is also the Li family army flag covered in dust in the big house.

The servants and family guards who were guarding the ancestral house were all armed and followed her.

"Ancestors, I am an unworthy man. These years have been wasted. Today, I go into battle, but I beg for your protection. I do not seek to escape unscathed, but only to die for my country on the battlefield! I ask you, my ancestors, to ensure the longevity of the Daliang Empire. May your unworthy descendant, Li Chaoying, slay all the Tartars and protect the capital!"

The Li family army, which had been destroyed for many years, raised its flag again.

A team of dozens of people rushed out of the Li family mansion, like a drop of water into the sea, and fought hard among the enemy.

Concubine Hui was determined to die.

Miracles happened bit by bit.

Wherever the Li family's flag passed, many people, whether they were the city defense troops or the rebels attacking the city, became excited and picked up their weapons again.

The water drops became streams, creeks, and even big rivers.

He forged a path through the capital city filled with Tartar troops.

"Captain Fang Wujiu of the Black Fish Squadron of the Beiyuan Imperial Guards' Left Wing, please follow the Li family army into battle!"

Fang Wujiu, who had collapsed on the ground waiting to die, suddenly found strength from nowhere and stood up.

Staring at the fluttering Li family flag, he roared and chopped down a Tartar who rushed in front of him.

The bloodshot eyes gradually became clear.

Hot tears washed away the blood, he smiled, and joined the battle again.