He was hit by three shots in a row, two of his ribs were broken, and the broken bones stabbed the internal organs. The huge impact force broke his internal strength, and he no longer had the strength to continue fighting. When Dior died of the disguise of the blue-collar worker, he saw the black muzzle aimed at Emperor Tongzhi.

"Long live the Lord, be careful!" The loyal guardian of the Forbidden City used all his last strength and rushed forward suddenly, and a head hammer hit Dior's right wrist holding the gun.

Papa... Three gunshots, bullets flew over Zai Chun's head.

"Damn guy..." Dior cursed angrily, his right arm bent and his elbow slammed on Lian Jiu's head. Lian Jiu, whose strength had been exhausted, was directly hit to the ground.

At this time, Hu Xiaoxin rushed up. He was much injured than Lian Jiu. At least his internal strength was not broken at all. He saw his left hand swing like lightning, and a bone-transparent nail directly penetrated his right wrist holding the gun.

Well! With a muffled groan, Dior's gun in his right hand fell to the ground. The bone-transparent nail was poisonous. There was no severe pain but a numb feeling.

Dior is a veteran but not a master in the East. He doesn't know what kind of poisons the hidden weapons will quench, but his veteran's intuition can also detect that this strange nail must be not simple, and there are no wounds in the world that don't hurt.

"Go to hell! You Chinese people have the title of dominating inferior nations, these East Asian yellow-skinned monkeys dare to insult the great French emperor and the great French!"

The roaring Dior pulled out a shiny bayonet from his boots. This bayonet once accompanied him to fight the world. In Crimea, this bayonet had fought against Tsarist Cossacks, cut the Moorish throat in North Africa, and in Bangladesh, the bayonet also picked the chest of the founding pagans.

Even outside the Chinese capital, outside the Bali Bridge, the bridge that Europeans still remember, Dior and the veterans who participated in the Crimean War lined up in dense storm formations, shooting down the Qing army guarding the bridge in rows, and then making up for a knife.

This knife is the glory of the veteran. When he retired, he didn't want any souvenirs, but he retained this bayonet, a knife of honor for France to expand its territory and colonize overseas.

With a knife in hand, the military spirit on the battlefield was rekindled again!

"Go to die!" Dior's bayonet in his hand drew a strange arc and stabbed Hu Xiaoxin. He wanted to use this kind of fighting skill that was not good for foreigners in the past, Hu Xiaoxin could deal with it with just one finger.

But today, Hu Xiaoxin couldn't do it anymore. Under his serious injury, his reaction speed could not keep up with it, and his physical control ability was reduced to the weakest.

"Can't the bullet penetrate your chest? I don't believe it and can't even penetrate your ribs!"

Puff... Blood spurted out from Hu Xiaoxin's left ribs, and the flaws of the soft armor were just before the ribs. There was no protection from steel plates, only a double layer of cowhide connection, which could not stop this killing attack at all.

The blade pierced into the alveoli, and blood gushed in the lung cavity. Hu Xiaoxin wanted to let Master Long live quickly, but blood spurted out through his throat. With a thud, Hu Xiaoxin fell to the ground and his right hand tightly covered his wound.

Zai Chun's last hope also fell. He is now only one meter away from the killer Dior. Both of them could see the beating muscles on the other person's face at the same time.

"Master, be careful..." The senior Xi rushed up and bit Dior's arm, but Dior punched the eunuch's face with his other hand. Several of the senior Xi's teeth were taken off by the eunuch's supervisor.

No one can save Zai Chun anymore. All his loyal subordinates are more than three meters away. It is too late to return to help now. Dio's blood-stained bayonet went straight to Zai Chun's heart and stabbed.

The sword light entered the light, and with the afterimage, it stabbed forward!

Just in the moment of lightning and thunder, Zaichun saw the black and white impermanent smile in a trance, and his voice passed by like a lantern.

There is no memory of his mother or father in his childhood memory. He only knows that a man wearing bright yellow clothes and coughing from time to time is his father. The wet nurse once said that in the future, the bright yellow dragon robe will also be worn on him.

Where is his mother? Although he could pay tribute to his mother every day, he was taken away after saying a few words. The memories of his childhood seemed to be only wet nurses, eunuchs and palace maids, and of course there were endless rules.

In my memory, he was extremely excited when he left the palace for the first time. He didn't understand why everyone around him was so frightened, but this was the first time he saw the palace gate open wide and everyone left this familiar prison in a hurry.

The team couldn't see the end, and the world outside the palace gate was so wonderful. They went north and cried all the way. Zaichun didn't know why people were crying, but he saw the continuous mountains and the green farmland.

Zai Chun never expected that this time he left the palace, the beginning of the wet nurse's prediction. When countless chaos happened, when he returned to the Forbidden City again, the bright yellow dragon robe was actually put on his body.

"This dragon robe is not the glory of the Nine Five Lords. This is the rune that urges death! Whoever puts on him will die!"

This is the only sentence that came to Emperor Tongzhi's mind at this moment, and the only thing left is the cold light that occupied everything in front of him.

Xiang Ying's last killing move was finally activated. At this moment, all the loyal dead soldiers who could die for Emperor Tongzhi had been lured out. Zaichun no longer had his own direct descendants, so he could only wait for the final judgment of fate alone.

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"It's time to end. If you blame you, blame Zai Chun for having ambitions that he shouldn't have! He is a young man who has unrealistic ambitions, and at the same time he doesn't deserve the strength... Who will die if he doesn't die?"

Xiang Ying rubbed her temples tiredly, and Cai Bixia in front of him had already cried into tears.

"Xiang Ying, you are crazy, you are crazy! How can you do it? How can you face the head of state? Who can you hide such a thing?"

Lin Zhen's face was pale and his lips were trembling. After all, it was a big deal of assassination of the emperor. If you want to say that you are not afraid of it, it is just nonsense.

"Xiang Ying will be fine. Zhou Peilong and You Qinghui have decided to kill themselves. If the master insists on conducting an internal investigation, they will bear all the sins..."

"Of course the best result is to completely take the blame to the French and Tsarist Russians. This actually helped the master. With this assassination, it would be even more exaggerated to declare war on France!"

"Shut up! Are you a fool who is a master? Are you an idiot who is a Director Wang? How many resources have you used from the CIA in the whole plan? You still want to hide the truth. You can dream it!"

"Then let the master know! I'm not afraid!" Xiang Ying suddenly stood up, and an excited blush appeared on his face. "I'm not wrong, what am I afraid of! All the Tartar emperors can be killed! What's more, this is still a traitor-head of the Tartar thief!"

"I dare to say that in front of my master! We are not wrong, we are never wrong! If we don't kill the Eight Banners thief heads in the world, there will be no Chinese Lang Lang Qingtian!"

"The tree has been completed! At this moment, Emperor Tongzhi has returned to the underworld! From now on, I see who dares to sell the country!"
Chapter completed!