The eldest son is fierce

Tang Yi stood beside Emperor Yanwen, carrying a flintlock rifle on his shoulder, and then raised his middle finger at the enemies.

A naked provocation.

If the Grandmaster doesn’t make a move, the modified flintlock rifle will go sideways!

He is now extremely powerful and naturally fearless.

Emperor Yanwen also followed suit, raising his thumb and then slowly pointing it down, looking arrogant and contemptuous of the whole audience.

"Giggle..."

Seeing this scene, everyone was so angry that their teeth were chattering and they almost vomited blood on the spot.

One of you is an emperor and the other is a marquis, but now you are like two highway robbers, raising your middle fingers and mocking people on the street.

So shameless, so despicable, so shameless!

"How shameful, how shameful, Your Majesty, how dare you..."

"Damn it! Your Majesty has been led astray by that little thief Tang Yi. How can he still be a monarch?"

"The traitor Tang Yi is bringing disaster to the country and the people!"

"..."

All the ministers were furious and were beating their chests and stamping their feet. They were very angry.

The ones who suffered the most at this time were the elite troops of King Zhennan.

They entered Kyoto among the refugees and suffered a lot along the way. They were planning to shock the world with their first battle in Kyoto, to bring honor to their prince and accumulate enough capital.

But before they could even start fighting, nearly three hundred people were killed by Tang Yi and Emperor Yanwen's secret weapons in one encounter.

They didn't even touch the corner of Emperor Yanwen and Tang Yi's clothes, and three hundred of them were killed in one encounter.

There is no room for resistance!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

The leader of the team was the guard of Prince Zhennan, Feng Yan. Tang Yi had not given Prince Zhennan face several times, and he was planning to chop off Tang Yi's head and use it as a chamber pot for Prince Zhennan.

Now they could only watch Tang Yi standing in the court, giving them the middle finger, and they were filled with hatred, but they couldn't do anything to him.

In order to kill Tang Yi and the emperor, they must first defeat the demons. However, all seventy-two demons are highly skilled in martial arts, and it would be difficult to defeat them even if they were besieged for a short period of time, not to mention that they are wielding mysterious weapons in their hands.

"Hey, didn't you hear me? Come down!"

"What's the matter? Are you bullying me because I'm old and my legs aren't strong enough to climb up the roof anymore?"

"Get down here quickly! This old man can still fight for another 300 rounds!"

"..."

A group of old men from the Jinyiwei who were called back by Tang Yizheng, all leaned on crutches and stood on the street, provoking the elite troops of the Prince of Zhennan in various ways.

This scene was very funny, but it made the elite soldiers of Prince Zhennan so angry that their blood pressure soared.

They are all the confidants of the King of Zhennan, the elite among the elite. Who wouldn’t tremble when their names are mentioned in the southern border?

As a result, when he arrived in Kyoto, he was ridiculed by a group of old men in their seventies and eighties.

"Hey, can you guys please stop? Are you still men?"

Tang Yi stroked his flintlock rifle and stared at the smoke and fire on the roof: "It's not that I despise you, it's a bunch of old men who look down on you."

"If you're men, then come down and fight. Don't bully me because I can't fly."

Emperor Yanwen turned his head and looked at Tang Yi. "Is it an honor for you not to be able to fly? How can you have the nerve to say that so confidently?"

Feng Yan stared at Tang Yi coldly, anger burning in his eyes, but he still had his reason and knew very well that Tang Yi was trying to provoke them and make them fight to the death.

The Prince of Zhennan has not yet established a stable foothold in Kyoto, so they cannot completely wipe out his entire army. Moreover, if anyone falls into the hands of the Embroidered Uniform Guards and is found to be the Prince of Zhennan, then the Prince of Zhennan will be in a precarious situation.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat immediately..."

Feng Yan gave Tang Yi a cold look, then turned and left.

The elite troops of King Zhennan around him fled in all directions without any hesitation.

"Oh my god, you are not brave enough to fight to the death. Are you still men?"

Tang Yi raised his flintlock rifle and fired two shots at the retreating Feng Yan.

It's just that the distance was too far and I didn't hit it.

He wasn't embarrassed at all, and continued to be domineering: "Escape? I've already set up a dragnet, where can you escape to?"

"I wasn't targeting you, but you insisted on falling into my trap. Why should I be polite to you?"

Tang Yi, carrying his flintlock rifle, raised his chin towards the group of people and said, "It's been so long, haven't you noticed something very serious, very solemn, and very scary?"

"My boss isn't here!"

Are you the boss?

Everyone was stunned, and then their faces changed.

Ningchuan!

He was talking about Ningchuan.

Yes, where is Ningchuan?

After such a long period of fighting here, Ning Chuan, the number eight in the world, is not here?

While they were stunned, Tang Yi cupped one hand to his lips as a megaphone, raised his head and shouted towards the distance: "Boss, I'm done here, you should speed up too!"

"Don't let any of them go, but don't kill them all either. Remember to leave some alive."

He said the last sentence to ***.

*** immediately sneered, haha, you want to catch me in trouble?

Dream on!

Those people are not my people. Even if they are caught, does it have anything to do with me?

Tang Yi raised his hand and pointed at the thousands of people behind him, saying, "Lin Bao, except for the actors I called, all the remaining people will be screened one by one later."

"Those whose identities and origins are unknown will be detained. If they resist, they will be killed without mercy!"

***'s face suddenly froze.

Most of her troops were indeed hiding among these people.

Qi Wendao, Nangong Yue, and the others all turned pale and sweated profusely. How many plans did this young man have? How many cards did he have left to play?

Wasn’t the emperor being sidelined?

The imperial power has been hollowed out, where does he get so much power to use?

At this moment, both *** and Qi Wendao and others were clearly aware of one thing.

The emperor who was being manipulated at will in their eyes was far from as simple as they imagined.

The preparations he had made for counterattack over the years were far more sufficient than they had expected.

Of course, this is all thanks to Tang Yi. With the help of this little bastard, he can give full play to the strength supported by the emperor.

Moreover, each move is unique and hard to guard against.

Take this incident for example. In their expectation, Tang Yi had already been beheaded, and their army had already entered the city, forcing Emperor Yanwen to step down from that position.

But what was the result? Tang Yi was still jumping around happily, while all their plans had collapsed.

Reserves... Looking at the group of old guys on the battlefield, everyone was filled with hatred. Who the hell could have thought that Tang Yi would recruit these old Jinyiwei back?

When Zhao Kuangjian saw Tang Yi arguing with ***, he quietly retreated and prepared to run away.

He held the long sword in his hand, wishing he could kill Tang Yi on the spot, but Tang Yi was accompanied by Ying Wuzong and the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, so it was impossible to kill him by force.

If he doesn't leave now, he will not be able to leave when Tang Yi comes to his senses.

Moreover, he was confident enough that with his martial arts skills, no one could stop him from leaving.

But he just turned around!

Boom boom!

The next second the gun went off.

Emperor Yanwen and the demons fired dozens of guns directly at him.

"I'm standing here, and you still want to leave? Do you think I have no dignity?"

Emperor Yanwen blew on the smoking muzzle of his gun and imitated Tang Yi, casually shaking his non-existent bangs...