Yangling County has basically returned to peace.

The captured Chu soldiers, who were not injured, were all taken to work. After a great battle, the outer city of Yangling City had almost turned into ruins. As Min Ruoxi's parents' tomb, they naturally had to restore their original state in the shortest time. The soldiers who were not seriously injured but could not work were given simple treatment by the Ming military doctors and released them homes and allowed them to recover from their injuries on their own. Only those seriously injured would be treated by the Ming army.

It has to be said that the identity of Min Ruoxi as the eldest princess of the Great Chu played a great role in restoring the calmness of Yangling City. It is precisely because of Min Ruoxi's existence that the Chu people in Yangling City did not show much hostility towards these occupiers.

Min Ruoxi did not show up very much, but instead, a group of monks came in from outside the city, and a large-scale water and land temple began outside the main hall of the tomb.

That was Min Ruoxi sacrificing her parents.

As the war outside the southern city became increasingly fierce, the number of Ming soldiers stationed in Yanglingyi was getting fewer and fewer than day by day. They were all transferred to the battlefield. By now, the entire army outside Yanglingyi had basically left, leaving only a thousand guards from the Fire Death Camp stationed in the city. For Yanglingyi, which is not small, a thousand people were too few. When scattered in the city, there were basically no figures.

With insufficient manpower, the protection power around Min Ruoxi will naturally decrease accordingly.

The attention of everyone in Yanglingyi was now focused on the battle outside the South City. Both the Ming people and the Chu people here knew very well that this was the last struggle of the Chu people. If the Chu people failed again in this battle, they would not even have any capital to turn over.

Of course, all this is the result Min Ruoying wants to get.

Only after pulling everyone's attention to the battle in the South City could his backhand have room to display.

In addition to the main hall of the mausoleum, there are only more than a hundred soldiers responsible for the guarding. In addition to some designated posts, the rest also needs patrol, which makes the place look extremely empty in defense, and can be seen everywhere by monks and Taoists. On the huge square of the main hall, there are bright lights and extremely lively.

The door of the main hall was closed tightly. Min Ruoxi, Xiao Wen and Xiaowu, burned incense, paper and prayed in the hall.

Zhao Zhigang, the captain of the Liehuo Death Camp who was in charge of the main hall, inspected the posts again and then returned to the main hall, leaning against a large corridor column that was thick with embrace, watching the monks knocking on wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

As they listened, their eyes became blurred. As more and more soldiers were transferred, the tasks they shouldered were naturally becoming heavier. In the past, the alert here was originally a general, but now this general has been transferred and he, the captain, took over.

To be honest, Zhao Zhigang did not think there was any danger here. Outsiders were not very clear. As the captain of the Fire Death Camp, he had more opportunities to get in touch with the emperor and empress than the ranks outside. The queen herself was a master. Whether there was a guard or not was actually very useful. Sometimes Zhao Zhigang even felt that the meaning of their existence was more like a guard of honor.

However, although he thought so in his heart, he had to do the same thing. He had only slept for an hour or two for several days. At this time, listening to the extremely sleepy chanting, his head finally started to fall asleep like a chicken pecking rice bit by bit.

The soldiers can still rotate, but he must stay on his post.

Zhao Zhigang suddenly opened his eyes when he was half asleep. In just a moment, his whole body seemed to be stabbed by needles. The stinging pain from the heart suddenly alerted him. His years of fighting career gave him an extremely accurate intuition. At that moment, he felt as if he was being targeted by a beast.

He pressed the handle of the knife all at once, straightened his body, and strode down the steps beside the pillars of the corridor, looking at the huge square with some confusion.

There is nothing abnormal.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, as if a breeze was blowing by, three people suddenly appeared on the square.

Three old men with white hair and casual clothes, three people, three swords, one in front and two behind, suddenly appeared like they had become living people.

They slowly walked forward, their swords were not unsheathed, and they looked at the gate of the hall. They didn't even glance at Zhao Zhigang who was standing not far away.

"Warning!" Zhao Zhigang pulled out his sword and shouted loudly.

There were only a hundred soldiers on the main hall square. At this moment, with Zhao Zhigang's roar, they gathered behind him.

Zhao Zhigang held the knife in both hands, raised it high, staring at the three old guys, and his face was covered with cold sweat, but he was rushing down. He saw the demeanor and momentum of the master-level figures. At this moment, when these three old guys appeared, he accurately judged the identities of the three people.

There were only more than a hundred of them, and one master was enough to kill them all, let alone three of them appeared at once.

But the responsibility is that we cannot take a step back.

"Fight!" He pointed to the front of his long sword, his voice trembling, but he took half a step forward unswervingly.

"Fight!" More than a hundred long swords were raised up diagonally, and more than a hundred soldiers shouted in unison.

On the square, the monks and Taoists saw that the situation was not good, so they had already scattered and fled.

Knowing that Xiangqian could only lead to the end of death, Zhao Zhigang and his more than a hundred subordinates still took another step forward. Perhaps, as long as they were entangled with them for a moment, the queen in the hall would react, and the remaining troops in Yanglingyi would also arrive here.

The three old men suddenly stopped. When Zhao Zhigang felt a little relieved, he heard that the door of the hall behind him was creaking and opened.

The three old men stopped not because they were scared by Zhao Zhigang and the others, but because Min Ruoxi appeared at the entrance of the hall.

"Person Zhao, retreat!" Min Ruoxi ordered.

"Empress, the last general is responsible for the guards, and he dare not obey the order!" Zhao Zhigang said loudly.

"You can't stop them, please retreat." Min Ruoxi's voice was very relaxed. Zhao Zhigang looked back at Min Ruoxi, let out a long breath, put away his knife, and retreated.

As he moved, more than a hundred soldiers pulled their swords back to both sides like flowing water.

Min Ruoxi looked at the three old men.

"I heard of the guardians in the Great Inner Palace since I was a child, but unfortunately I have never seen them. When my father was there, I begged him again and again but never received permission. Three of you seem to be the guardians." Min Ruoxi said softly.

"I've seen the eldest princess!" The three old men bowed together, "After the order of His Majesty the Emperor, please ask the eldest princess to bring Prince Wu and Princess Wen to go back to the capital for a lecture."

Min Ruoxi chuckled: "Is my brother already poor? He even used such a price-saving trick. It's really disappointing! The three masters of the Grandmasters are actually doing this kind of thing, which is really shameful."

"Your Highness, the Great Chu is at a critical moment of life and death, nothing can be done." The old man in the lead said: "The princess doesn't have to think about delaying time. Yanglingyi does not have enough troops to stop us. Although you are also a master, you can't resist four hands with both fists, let alone Prince Wu and Princess Wen share your heart. I don't think you have to hurt the harmony!"

Min Ruoxi chuckled, "Who said I only have one person?"

As soon as Min Ruoxi finished speaking, a burly figure walked out in the hall behind her, standing side by side with Min Ruoxi, with a heavy face.

"The dragon has a scattered scale. My family is my scattered scale. You actually hit my family on the head. It's really a death." Qin Feng kept bent and stretching his five fingers with his hands, and the bones in his body made a sound.

"His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty." The three old men exclaimed at the same time.

"It's me. Since you are here, you don't have to leave." Qin Feng sneered.

"Three to two, I have long heard that His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty has great martial arts. He slaughtered the Grand Master Deng Pu at the peak of level 9. Today, I just happened to experience it. If I could kill you, it would be a one-time and for all." The old man in the lead took a deep breath. Although Qin Feng's appearance here was surprising and was different from the plan, the three of them still had an advantage.

"Who said it was three to two?" A sarcastic voice came from behind. Yang Zhi dragged a huge black sword and appeared. The black sword edge drew a spark on the blue board.

"Group fights, as a former pirate, I like the most." An old man with a sword on his back pushed open the door of the side hall and walked out with a smile. He was Hu Bugui.

"Fighting less with more, pretending to be few, taking advantage of his illness and killing him is the specialty of us green forest heroes!" On the other side, two more people appeared, one with a burly skeleton and a fleshy face, while the other was shaking a folding fan with a leisurely mood. Ma Baozi and Shi Shusheng. "We owe His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. After fighting this fight for him, we can go home safely and be our own green forest heroes!" Ma Baozi was excited, "It's really bad to owe favors, especially the grace of saving lives."

In the blink of an eye, the situation on the field became six to three.

On the roof of the hall, a figure stood up slowly, carrying a big knife on his shoulder, Huo Guang.

On the other side, a woman also showed her figure, hugging her hands in front of her chest, looking coldly at the three white-bearded old men on the square below, but Ying Gu.

Except for He Rentu, the masters of the Ming Dynasty, all other people appeared here.

Eight to three.

After reaching the level of a master, it is very difficult to kill them, because once they think they can't beat them, they can run away. Of course, there is a situation where more masters are beaten up. No matter which direction you go, someone will have the ability to stop you. Even if you stop you for a short while, it will be enough for others to surround you again.

The three old white-haired men even turned pale at this moment.
Chapter completed!