Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

"Bang! Bang!..."

"Dong dong dong..."

"Tick-tock..."

Outside the gates of Hangzhou, gongs and drums resounded, and cannons fired in unison. The gunpowder stockpile of Hangzhou was sure to run out after today.

Fang Fei, leading the wedding procession, had already entered the city gates! The streets of Hangzhou were lined with onlookers, and many people even peeked out from the houses along the street, trying to see the procession.

"So, can you see what the bride looks like?"

Some people on the street are not tall enough to see what's happening in the queue, so they rely on those on higher ground to provide information.

"I can't see clearly..."

Those on higher up were shading their eyes with their hands, trying hard to find the bride in the procession, but unfortunately, they couldn't see her.

"If you can't see it, don't hogging the good spot. Come down, I'll go see!"

"Exactly! Bad eyesight and still taking up a good spot! What a waste!"

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The onlookers were engrossed in their own excitement, completely unaware that the atmosphere in the city had changed as the wedding procession entered.

Armored troops with red, blue, yellow, white, and black sashes tied to their shoulders began to traverse the streets and alleys of Hangzhou, quickly occupying important intersections in the city, just as the Ming Cult had done when it held its martial arts tournament.

On the last floor of the tall buildings along the street, some people who wanted to watch the excitement were about to go up, but they were stopped by armored soldiers and sent back downstairs.

"Second General, something's wrong."

Duan Er led eight hundred elite soldiers behind the group. Among these eight hundred soldiers were many who had survived many battles, and their battlefield instincts allowed them to detect something amiss immediately.

"what happened?"

Compared to the soldiers, Duan Er's skill level was somewhat lacking. Hearing the soldiers say this, he suddenly became nervous.

"Second General, there are no onlookers on the top floor of any of the restaurants around here, but there are so many people along the street, even on the second floor, people are peeking out of the windows. Why are there no people on the third floor and above?"

"If we deploy archers in those places, Second General, we'll all be sitting ducks!"

"Fang Shisan has such a cruel heart!"

After hearing this, Duan Er also looked around. Indeed, from a higher position, he did not see any commoners, which was obviously abnormal. However, because the wedding procession was making a lot of noise, everyone's attention was on the procession, so they overlooked these issues.

"No, I have to bring the girl back!"

Duan Er said that since that was the case, he couldn't just watch his sister fall into a trap; Fang La had clearly come prepared!

But before Duan Er could set off, he was stopped.

"Brother Duan, we have been ordered to come and escort you to the palace."

A group of equally heavily armed men, led by two generals, blocked Duan Er's path. The man at the head of the group was named Shen Gang, nicknamed "Sky-Supporting God," and the man at the foot of the group was named Shen Ze, nicknamed "Giant Spirit God." Both Shen brothers were tall and imposing, and Fang La greatly admired them, having specially appointed them as generals to guard the palace.

"The Shen brothers? You're here to deal with me?"

Duan Er naturally knew the Shen brothers; in fact, they had even gambled and drunk together before.

"Brother Duan, today is a joyous occasion. What's with all this talk about 'getting along'? It's just that the wedding procession and your escort team can't travel on the same route."

Shen Gang said to Duan Er.

"That's right, Brother Duan, don't put us brothers in a difficult position. You don't want anything to happen on your sister's big day, do you?"

Shen Ze placed one hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, speaking in a flippant tone.

"Besides, we're all brothers in the Ming Cult. It's not good to fight and kill each other. Why don't we sit down and talk it out and make things clear?"

"Alright, alright, I underestimated you two. Okay, tell me, where are you taking us?"

Duan Er looked around. There were almost people all around. If a fight broke out now, it would obviously be a huge melee, which would be very disadvantageous. Maybe he should go with them first?

“Then our escort team will take another route to the palace, Brother Duan, please.”

Shen Gang and Shen Ze exchanged a glance and then gestured for Duan Er to follow them.

"You lead the way, I'll follow."

Duan Er was not foolish enough to go straight over; he spurred his horse back a few steps and stayed with his elite troops.

"Sure, as long as you don't do anything reckless, Brother Duan, everything is negotiable."

Shen Gang and Shen Ze exchanged a glance, then turned around and led the way. They were clearly confident that Duan Er wouldn't cause any trouble at this time.

Little did they know that after they turned around, Duan Er's expression had become extremely gloomy.

"Once we reach a less crowded area, we'll make our move! We'll fight our way out!"

It's hard to escape in a crowded place where there's a chaotic battle, but if there are few people, Duan Er is confident that his horse can carry him to safety.

As for my sister, Duan San Niang... Sister, it's not that your brother doesn't want to save you. I only have eight hundred men under my command. Wait for me to go back to the main camp to get reinforcements, and then I'll come right away!

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"Your Majesty, we are almost at the palace. To show our sincerity, His Majesty has come to the palace gate in person."

Fang Fei approached the sedan chair again and raised his voice to speak to Duan San Niang.

"Thank you for your trouble, Bat King."

"If Your Majesty is willing to settle down as Empress, then the Emperor will naturally not say anything more. Everything depends on Your Majesty's decision."

Fang Fei gave Duan Sanniang one last piece of advice, then rode away to meet Fang La.

"Your Majesty, I have brought Consort Duan back."

"Bat King, you've worked hard. Go and rest for a while."

Fang La and Fang Fei exchanged a glance, then gestured for him to go to the side first.

Fang La himself walked towards the sedan chair, accompanied by a rather imposing-looking man.

This rather imposing man's surname was He, and his given name was Conglong. He was originally Fang La's chief instructor in the Imperial Guard, and now he was promoted to Grand General of the Imperial Guard, and also Fang La's chief bodyguard.

The closer Fang La got to the sedan chair, the more gloomy his expression became. At his signal, all the Imperial Guards around him gripped their weapons tightly, ready to rush forward and tear Duan San Niang to pieces at Fang La's command!

"Hehehe, Your Majesty, you've come to fetch me in person?"

Fang La stopped about six or seven steps away from the sedan chair. He was about to say something when Duan San Niang inside spoke first, her tone full of mockery. She even referred to herself as "this humble servant"!

"Yes, my dear wife, I've come to fetch you!"

Fang La was taken aback when he was caught off guard. His expression became even more displeased, and his tone was filled with murderous intent. He almost gritted his teeth when he said the words "good wife".

"Hehehe, it seems Your Majesty still can't forget me. How about this, Your Majesty, come a little closer, I have something to tell you."

Duan San Niang's words made He Conglong instinctively frown. He was about to stop her when he noticed Fang La actually taking two arrogant steps forward and asking:

"Alright, I'm here, my dear wife. What do you want to say?"

At this moment, inside the bridal sedan chair, Duan Sanniang had completely changed her posture, now resembling a tiger about to pounce on its prey, her metal claws rubbing together excitedly from her sleeves!

"What I want to say is—Fang La! Look at his claws!"

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