Chen Biao and Zhebu no longer had the will to fight, so they led their troops to retreat. However, the force was the momentum. Once the army's momentum was gone, retreat would turn into a great defeat.

The general of Yulin Town, Malaybo Hu Maozhen, saw a Hu general with beautiful armor and many personal guards. He was probably an enemy general and led his bow to shoot. Zhebu was galloping on his horse, with his arrow fast and fierce. He shot through the back heart with just one arrow. The horse was dead, but the horse speed did not decrease.

Chen Bangyan was also in danger, but fortunately, his eldest son Chen Gongyin Wuyong fought to the death to protect his father and fled into Duan Ben Palace.

In Duan'en's palace, Zhu Ruodeng, the King of Ji of the Ming Dynasty, had no time to taste the celebration wine after defeating his elder brother, so he heard the bad news that the two towns of Tengxiang attacked him. In the battle of the sect, although he defeated the army loyal to the prince, his subordinates suffered many casualties. How could he defeat the two tigers of Tengxiang?

"Why did the two towns of Yulin and Tengxiang attack Gu? Gu couldn't figure it out," he murmured to himself.

"Not good, we missed the matter!" Staff Lu Shiyi suddenly looked like a rustle.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Ruodeng asked.

"The one in the Ganqing Palace", Lu Shiyi said, his face becoming more and more bitter.

"You mean father? But father has always been seriously ill. How can he mobilize troops?" Zhu Ruodeng looked suspicious.

"The queen, the prince has died, but the palace has not found any news from the emperor for a long time. Don't you find it strange? If you want to transfer to the Yulin and Tengxiang towns, you must be ordered by the saint. There are only two possibilities: one is that the saint's dragon body has recovered, and the other is that someone uses the name of the saint to command the princes."

As if to verify Lu Shiyi's statement, a thunderous sound rang around Duan Ben Palace, "The Holy Driving here, quickly return to the ground", "The Holy Driving here, quickly return to the ground", "The Holy Driving here, quickly return to the ground"??

"Holy Driving?"

Zhu Ruodeng was shocked and led his subordinates to the city to watch.

In the endless feather forest around, a dragon flag in the military flag of Tengxiang Town was particularly conspicuous. Under the big flag, the old and upright figure was not his father, who was not his father? Sitting upright on the horse, there was no sign of being sick at all.

It turned out that my father was not sick, and he was pretending to be sick to test his orphan! The pain of being betrayed by his close relatives instantly filled his chest, making him sad and even more angry!

"Father, you are so poisonous. Just watch your brother and brothers fight each other!" Zhu Ruodeng's tears flowed uncontrollably. Heaven was pitiful. The old emperor was really sick. He was not pretending to be sick, but he was just trying to get sick. He was almost dying and came alive from the gate of hell. Many misunderstandings in the world were caused by coincidence. There were no coincidences in the book, and this is the reason.

Emperor Jianguang suddenly appeared in front of the formation, and the defenders of Duan’s palace changed their brilliance and their army was in turmoil. After all, the old emperor was a heroic master with great reputation. Fighting with the emperor was a rebellion!

"Your Highness, don't be deceived by others. That's not Your Majesty, it's someone faked it." Lu Shiyi first reacted and shouted loudly.

"Yes, Your Majesty is seriously ill, how can you still lead the army? This must be a traitor who pretends to be Your Majesty and confuses our army." Chen Bangyan also reacted and shouted with Lu Shiyi.

The Sect's Incident has a great impact, and even the queen and the prince are dead. Once they surrender, they will pursue the murderer of the queen. King Ji may not have any trouble. They will never escape. Therefore, there is no way out and they can only go to the dark side. Even if the old emperor in front of the formation is true, it can only be fake.

"Fake, absolutely fake." Chen Biao, Zhang Mingxiang, and Tuba all said that they were fake. Seeing that the generals said that the fake emperor was in front of them, the morale of the army became stable again in half faith and half doubt.

"Deng'er, surrender quickly, I will save you from death. I have lost a son and don't want to lose another one." The old figure spoke, his voice full of sadness. Perhaps he could not stand this sad atmosphere. Several birds chirped a few times and flew into the sky.

Zhu Ruodeng shed tears, but said nothing.

Lu Shiyi found several gunners and snorted coldly: "You aim at the old man and shoot, and you're shooting, and you're rewarded!"

Unlike other people who feared the imperial power and were willing to be a lackey of the emperor, he was a democratic faction and hated the most was the domineering emperor who placed the interests of one family and one surname above the millions of people in the Ming Dynasty. Especially Emperor Guangwu, who suppressed freedom of speech and persecuted scholars with conscience, was not a wise ruler in his eyes, but a traitor in the people. Therefore, he found someone to bombard the old emperor without any psychological burden.

"Mr. Lu, this is a bit far away, it's hard to shoot," said an old gunner.

"It's okay, if you hit it, you will get a big reward. If you don't hit it, it's okay to scare the old man," Lu Shiyi smiled.

"Chir~chill~chill~chill~chill~"

Several large cannon shells shot at the old emperor, but the distance was too far and the accuracy was insufficient, and they just exploded beside the old emperor.

"Yu Yuyu!"

The war horses neighed and almost threw the old emperor off the horse. After all, it was the emperor on the horse. He quickly took the war horse and slowly retreated.

"You rebellious son, how dare you kill your father!" A generation of emperors burst into tears.

"Kill~ Kill~ Kill~ Kill~" Yang Huai, Zhang Chengwu, Hu Maozhen, Chen Qice, and the generals of Malaycai led their troops to Duan Ben Palace.

"Kill~Kill~Kill~Kill~" King Ji's generals Chen Biao, Zhang Mingxiang, Tuba, Chen Gongyin and others bravely fought without any fear.

The subordinates of King Ji fought bloody battles for days, with great casualties, and fought for a long time, and they were inevitably tired. However, the two towns of Yulin and Tengxiang were raising their energy for a long time, and the number of troops was far greater than that of King Ji. Once the battle started, the emperor's troops gained the upper hand, and little by little, they finally won the war.

Chen Biao and Tuba died in battle on the way to charge, their eyes wide open and their eyes were closed.

Looking at Chen Gongyin's body covered with arrows, Chen Bangyan burst into tears, ignoring the surrounding army.

"Be careful with your highness." Zhang Mingxiang rushed to Zhu Ruodeng, and an arrow shot into his chest, spewing blood, "My general~My general follows Your Highness in this life, even if he dies!"

Zhu Ruodeng shed tears, and when he looked at Zhang Mingxiang again, he was already exhausted.

The old emperor's soldiers came, three layers inside and three layers outside surrounded him, with swords and guns everywhere, but no one dared to take action. The emperor said: Don't hurt King Ji, I want to live.

The big guy always appears in the end, and the old emperor finally arrives. Long Yan is furious and with boundless power, "How dare you shoot me with a cannon? Do you really want to kill your father?"

"This is what my subordinates do, not my original intention." Zhu Ruodeng's tone was calm, and it seemed that there was no falsehood.

"Yes", the old emperor's face looked a little better.

"Why did my father pretend to be sick and see my brother and me?" Zhu Ruodeng asked back.

"Fake a sick?"

The old emperor smiled bitterly, "I am not a fraud, but a real disease, but for some reason, this disease has been cured again inexplicably."

"What the father said is what he believed," Zhu Ruodeng said he believed, but his expression on his face was not convinced.

Seeing his son's painful expression, the old father softened his heart, "Deng'er, put down his weapons, I forgive you for not guilty."

Zhu Ruodeng laughed sarcastically, "So many soldiers died for their son, how dare they live alone? What's more, the son rebelled against his father and killed his brother, and was a person who was unfaithful, unfilial and unrighteous. How could he live between heaven and earth?"

"Zheng!" He pulled out the knife.

"Deng'er!" the old emperor exclaimed.

The treasure knife blew horizontally, and a blood arrow spurted out, and King Ji of the Ming Dynasty returned to the dust.

Later generations called "Yangyang Daming" and wrote a song for him:

"Ji King Song"

Dance with a generous long spear,

Proud of the mountains and rivers.

The kingly spirit is still there now,
Chapter completed!