The eldest son is fierce

In a restaurant outside the Temple of the God of Wealth in the southern part of the city.

Qiu Ju stood by the window, staring at the approaching Dark Capital Tower troops in the distance, her pretty face icy cold.

Standing behind her was Green Luo, who was holding a large iron hammer in one hand and eating a chicken leg with great relish in the other. The little girl loved feeding the chickens; the chickens she raised were her life, and no one was allowed to touch them.

But chickens raised by others are food.

Not far from the two men stood the company commander and deputy company commander of the Second Company of the Special Service Battalion.

Qi Hao, the company commander of the Second Battalion, was also from a military family. His ancestors were founding generals, but by his generation, the family had fallen on hard times. It was only when Tang Yi established the Great Yan Military Academy that he finally had a chance to turn his life around.

Deputy Company Commander Li Yuan came from the martial arts world; he was a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain and Ying Wuzong's junior brother.

Upon hearing Tang Yi's order, Li Yuan was somewhat bewildered. He looked at Qi Hao and asked in a low voice, "Company Commander, what does the General mean? What does 'pay attention to the rhythm' mean? I don't understand."

Qi Hao stared at the Dark Capital Tower experts in the distance and whispered, "What was the Commander-in-Chief's previous order?"

Li Yuan thought for a moment before tentatively asking, "Do you want all the people of Nanjing Capital to rise up and fight?"

Qi Hao nodded and said, "Yes, paying attention to the rhythm means serving this order. There are some things that leaders can't say outright; we subordinates have to understand them."

Li Yuan blinked. "Comprehend? What's so comprehensible about that?"

Seeing the confusion on Li Yuan's face, Qi Hao patted him on the shoulder and said, "You'll understand in a moment. Just watch carefully for now."

"Pass down my order: fire only when I fire a shot. No one is to act rashly without my order."

The surrounding soldiers immediately whispered orders to each other. Li Yuan was even more confused by this scene. What did this mean? The enemy didn't know we were lying in ambush here. We had the absolute initiative!

We have absolute initiative, shouldn't we take the initiative?

Li Yuan wanted to say something, but when he looked up and saw that Qiu Ju and Lu Luo were not saying anything, he finally suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Pay attention to controlling the rhythm? What exactly does "rhythm" mean?

At this moment, Zhao Chongshan, who was leading his troops to attack, also roared coldly.

"Faster, faster! Make sure to wipe out those ants in one charge."

"When we came, the sect leader said that as long as we can successfully kill these two thousand ants, each of us will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold."

Zhao Kuangjian, standing beside Zhao Chongshan, exuded murderous intent, which made the more than a thousand experts of the Killing Tang Alliance behind him feel excited. They were paid a thousand taels of silver for killing a civilian. It's no wonder that Anjinglou is so rich!

That's right, isn't what Anjinglou does murder and arson?

Before Wei Yuan's incident, Anjinglou had a famous slogan: "Money is right, and the men will be done for!"

The only one who wasn't completely crushed was Wei Yuan, the number one fighter in the land, whom they had besieged and killed back then. Instead, they were almost crushed by Wei Yuan.

Zhao Chongshan turned his head and glanced at Zhao Kuangjian. He had originally suspected that Zhao Kuangjian was Tang Yi's ghost, but now seeing this guy shouting so hard, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake.

Little did Zhao Kuangjian know that while he was all smiles, he was cursing Tang Yi a thousand times in his heart. The Gu worm in his ear had already been recalled by the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang, and he couldn't contact Tang Yi at all.

Tang Yi, you little bastard, you better have some plans, otherwise I'll have no choice but to actually kill someone.

As soon as a group of people arrived outside the Temple of the God of Wealth, they attracted the attention of the villagers on night watch. The leader of the group was none other than the village head, Wang Lao.

Upon seeing the menacing Zhao Chongshan and Zhao Kuangjian, the faces of the people in front of the God of Wealth Temple changed.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Get out of here, you're not welcome!"

Several young men immediately blocked Wang Lao's way and roared at Zhao Kuangjian and Zhao Chongshan.

The commotion immediately alerted the surrounding people, and in an instant, many people gathered behind Old Wang. When they saw the dark mass of Dark Capital Tower assassins wielding swords and charging towards them, their faces turned pale.

Compared to the panicked crowd, Old Wang appeared much calmer and more rational. He had already guessed who the newcomers were, and leaning on his cane, he said indifferently, "You're from Dark Capital Tower, right? What are you doing here? If you want to fight the Great Yan people, go to Vermilion Bird Street."

Zhao Kuangjian raised his hand, and more than a thousand people behind him stopped in their tracks, less than ten meters away from Elder Wang and the others in front.

Staring at Old Wang, Zhao Kuangjian grinned maliciously, slowly raising his sword: "Old man, are you talking to me? What are we doing here? Don't you know?"

"Your allegiance to Tang Yi is a betrayal, and we are here to kill you traitors!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd of people turned pale with fright and were filled with terror. Old Wang was immediately enraged and stared coldly at Zhao Kuangjian: "Betrayal? Where did we betray you? How did we betray you?"

Did Dark Capital provide us with food, clothing, or protection?

"In all these years, besides exploiting us, taking our money, wives and daughters, and killing our relatives, have you ever done anything good for us?"

"You didn't! If you didn't, what makes you call us traitors? What makes you think you are?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Kuangjian's face suddenly stiffened. "Old man, take it easy! You can curse Anjinglou all you want, but don't point it at me! I've reformed; I'm Tang Yi's man now."

The members of the Kill Tang Alliance behind Zhao Kuangjian felt their faces burning with embarrassment as they listened to Elder Wang's angry rebuke!

They represent the courts of various countries, and now they are following the Dark Capital Tower to kill ordinary people. If this gets out, it will be considered aiding and abetting evil, and they will be despised by the people of the world.

Old Wang slammed his cane on the floor, his angry body trembling.

He pointed at the group behind Zhao Kuangjian and sneered, "And you all, what are you doing in Nanjing? Huh? What are you doing in Nanjing?"

"Heh, the Kill Tang Alliance, is it? You're here to assist Dark Capital Tower in killing Tang Yi, right?"

"You come from various courts, yet you help a wicked gang that only knows how to kill and set fires, killing a prince who cares about the people of the world. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"You've really gone to shame to cover up your embarrassment!"

With just a few words, he made the members of the Kill Tang Alliance feel both embarrassed and ashamed. The reason they helped An Jinglou was indeed because An Jinglou held some of their dirty secrets.

These secrets cannot be made public!

But now, after what Old Wang said, it was as if he had ripped off everyone's fig leaf in public, which immediately made everyone furious and filled them with murderous intent.

"Why waste words with him? Just kill him!"

"What? You guys are addicted to it! You like being tortured?"

"..."

The members of the Kill Tang Alliance had icy expressions, and the knives in their hands flashed.