We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

The tunnel was pitch black, with only the heavy footsteps of the Jinyiwei echoing in the narrow space.

Li Che and Li Lin were guarded in the center of the team, with several Jinyiwei in front exploring the way.

After the bloody battle just now, 30% of the Jinyiwei were killed.

Of course, it is not easy to keep these troops when facing an enemy that is dozens of times larger than oneself.

These Jinyiwei wore Feiyu uniforms on the outside and chain mail on the inside. Half of them were equipped with crossbows, and the embroidered spring swords in their hands were all made of fine steel that had been tempered a hundred times. Their equipment was far superior to that of the rebels.

However, after a hard battle, morale was still low.

Li Che had no better solution for this. After all, these Jinyiwei had stayed in a peaceful place like the imperial capital for too long, and it was not easy for them to hold on until now.

Only when we can escape from the imperial city and are absolutely safe can morale be stabilized.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the Jinyiwei who were exploring the way ahead suddenly stopped.

After Ren Kuan went forward to check, he immediately returned to report: "Your Highness, the front is the end. There is a lever on the wall, which should be the exit mechanism."

Li Che and Huo Duanxiao exchanged glances, and the latter nodded slightly.

"Everyone, be on guard and prepare to go out!" Li Che ordered decisively.

Although he didn't know what was waiting for him on the ground, since this was Emperor Qing's arrangement, he chose to believe it unconditionally.

The air in the tunnel is thin and there are no supplies, so staying there for long is not a good idea.

Besides, the night watchmen in the city should have already started to act, and the major military mansions have also raised their troops. If there is no movement on his side for a long time, the aristocratic families will be able to free up their hands to deal with them.

Once the reinforcements were wiped out, they would be trapped.

A Jinyiwei pulled the mechanism, and there was a sound of mechanism, and the dirt above his head fell down.

Soon, an exit that could accommodate three people walking side by side appeared in front of everyone, and cold moonlight poured down from the entrance.

At Ren Kuan's command, dozens of Jinyiwei armed with small shields filed out and quickly formed a defensive formation at the cave entrance.

Then more Jinyiwei armed with light crossbows came out one after another, and Li Che and Li Lin stepped onto the ground under the protection of the remaining personnel.

When we got to the ground, there was dead silence all around.

Li Che looked around and was shocked.

The ground was littered with the bodies of Confederate soldiers, who had obviously just been through a fierce battle.

Thirty meters away, shouts and screams were deafening from the direction of the north gate.

Just as Li Che was wondering, more than ten black shadows approached silently.

The leading man in black said in a shrill but respectful voice, "Greetings, Your Highness!"

Li Che looked at the other person warily. Seeing that his clothes were unlike anything he had seen before, he couldn't help but ask in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The man in black bowed and replied, "I am Feng Gong, the commander of the secret police station."

The name of the organization he had never heard of, coupled with the other party's unique voice, Li Che couldn't help but ask: "From your voice, are you a eunuch?"

Feng Gong frankly admitted: "Not only the slaves, but also the secret guards are all trusted by Your Majesty, directly under Your Majesty's command. The people you use are all strong, loyal and reliable eunuchs in the palace."

Li Che was secretly surprised. Isn’t this the East Factory?

He looked at Li Lin beside him, who also shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

Emperor Qing actually has such a power hidden in his hands. It seems that except Huang Jin, even the important officials in the court are unaware of it.

This is not the time to delve into the matter. Since Li Che trusts Emperor Qing, he will naturally trust Feng Gong as well.

He stopped hesitating and immediately asked, "Feng Gong, I want to ask you, how many secret guards do you have? What is the current situation?"

Feng Gong was obviously relieved to see that Li Che did not ask any more questions. He quickly replied, "I have 1,500 secret guards under my command. They have wiped out all the rebels around here. They are attacking the north gate of the imperial palace and will take it soon."

"But the rebels inside the palace are gathering here, and the city guards are also gathering outside the gate."

He paused and tentatively said, "Fortunately, your Highness's men caused quite a commotion in the city, and the city guards were overwhelmed."

"Your Highness, could you please notify your people to come and rescue you?"

Li Che nodded and relaxed a lot.

The previous emperor Yang was arrogant and extravagant, and the palace was not small. Although there were many rebels, it was impossible to fill every corner of the palace with people.

Feng Gong had obviously been hiding nearby for a long time. When chaos broke out in the Changsheng Palace, he attacked and killed all the enemy troops at the exit of the secret passage.

Li Che looked at Huo Duanxiao, who understood and took out a small musket from his arms and pointed it at the sky.

After a muffled sound, a red light shot up into the sky, drawing a striking track in the night sky.

When the night watchmen see the signal flares produced by the Fengtian Army, they will notify the military heroes.

Forces from all over the city gathered here, joined forces, and fought their way out of the city.

Feng Gong looked at this scene in surprise, but soon regained his composure and spoke in a more respectful tone:

"Your Highness, please come this way."

Li Che nodded slightly and looked at the Jinyiwei behind him: "Victory is at hand, follow me and kill!"

. . . . . .

"Kill him for me!"

Another street in the city has become a Shura killing field.

Duke Weiguo Zhu Chun swung the long-handled sword in his hand suddenly, and a head wearing a helmet flew up, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

At this moment, the old Duke looked like a god of death, his snow-white beard had long been stained red with blood, and his armor was splattered with mottled bloodstains.

The personal soldiers around him fought bravely, and the sound of swords clashing was endless.

At this moment, a striking red light suddenly exploded in the night sky in the direction of the palace.

The red light streaked across the night sky like a blood star, leaving a scorching trail on the dark sky.

The personal soldiers who were in the fierce battle couldn't help but look up and let out bursts of exclamations.

A night watchman passed through the battlefield like a ghost, quickly approached Zhu Chun, and took off his hood. "Duke! This is the signal from His Highness, ordering us to assemble immediately!"

"Oh?" Zhu Chun's eyes glared, and he slammed the sword into the ground. "Are you sure this was the work of His Highness?"

The night watchman nodded heavily. "Without a doubt! This is the highest emergency signal agreed upon between His Highness and the night watchmen!"

"Alright!" Zhu Chun stroked his blood-stained beard, a terrifying glint in his eyes. "The signal is only two blocks away. Men, follow me and charge over to meet His Highness!"

As soon as the order was given, the personal soldiers behind him suddenly roared and rushed forward like a flood.

Zhu Chun took the lead. Although he was old, his skills were still as good as before.

The long sword in his hand slashed out from top to bottom with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, instantly splitting the two rebels coming towards him into two parts, including their armor.

"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

The old Duke's voice was like a loud bell, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.

Seeing this, the morale of the personal soldiers behind him was greatly boosted.

With only a few hundred people, they managed to create the momentum of a mighty army, forcing the rebels to retreat step by step and cry out in pain.

The street was instantly plowed into a bloody path.

The night watchman next to Zhu Chun was still dissatisfied and anxious, and just wanted to kill Li Che immediately.

After a moment's hesitation, he pulled out a cantaloupe-shaped object from his pocket, unzipped it, and threw it out with all his strength.

boom--