In the Imperial Garden, everyone retreated to the rear residence hall. The originally small hall was crowded with people, the air was burning and the atmosphere was anxious. Ministers, palace maids, and eunuchs were in chaos. Some people were so scared that they cried. The emperor was furious and wanted to kill two palace maids who were scared to death, but were stopped by the queen.

This is a human instinct. If you want to eliminate uneasy, panic and fear will spread. Eliminating the source is a subconscious approach, but at this time it only adds uneasiness.

The palace maids dared not cry, but the atmosphere became more depressed and tense. The ministers were so scared that they looked at each other's colleagues. Many people bowed their heads and dared not speak, dared not look at the emperor, and didn't know what they were thinking.

Outside the wall, there were fires soaring into the sky, and the shouts of killing were constantly shouting.

Hundreds of people transferred by Ji Chunsheng in time to fight against the rebels at the Xuanwu gate. Li Xingzhou also put on the battlefield and picked up the crossbow of the injured soldiers from behind and shot arrows outside the door.

These rebels were all imperial guards and had fought wars. Although the Wude Department was an elite army, they had never been on the battlefield. Even if they practiced every day, they were still far from the soldiers who had actually fought wars.

In the era of cold weapons, morale and blood are much more important than skills and equipment. In history, militia organized casually defeated regular troops and settled in a variety of battles. They rely on morale and blood. Close-up combat is more courageous and bloody.

Many martial arts masters with real talents have said that fighting is "one courage, two strength and three moves", courage is the first priority, and strength is the second priority, and moves are the icing on the cake. Understand this, you are a real warrior. If a person is cruel and desperate, no matter how high a master is, he will be afraid.

Now the soldiers of the Wude Department are in such an embarrassing state. Although they are elite selected by the imperial guards, well-equipped and often trained, they are incomparable to the imperial guards who have truly seen blood and killed people, and have come from the cruel battlefield in the north.

Even though the roads between the walls of the harem were not as wide as those in the outer city, the large group of people was difficult to pass, and the number of imperial guards could not be fully utilized. Several important doors around Xuanwu Gate were still constantly lost. The soldiers of the Wude Department could only continue to shrink, and under the command of Ji Chunsheng to resist in a concentrated manner. At this time, seventy or eighty people had died in battle, and their morale was on the verge of collapse.

But when they retreat to this point, they have no choice but to retreat. Once the rebels are allowed to enter Xuanwu Gate and be separated from the Imperial Garden, they will directly shoot arrows with bows and crossbows across the wall, and the ministers and the emperor in the court will suffer.

Yang Hongzhao was very old and did not hide in the palace with the emperor, but came out to fight with them. He Zhao refused to leave. He didn't know how to fight, but he didn't even leave, nor did he hide in the palace with the emperor and the ministers, saying that he would die outside even if he died.

Li Xingzhou had no choice but to stuff him a knife and he didn't care about him. At this time, no one could care about anyone.

The soldiers on both sides of the front row of swords and shields were pressed against both sides of the door, gritting their teeth and wrestling. The soldiers behind kept stabbing through the gap with their spears. Every time they stabbed, a scream came. Neither side could see anyone, so it was time to see who was in trouble.

Seeing that the soldiers could not hold on to their support, they were about to fall back slowly, and they were about to fall back, Li Xingzhou gritted his teeth, lifted the spear around him and walked up. If the other party rushed in, his morale would collapse and he would definitely die at that time.

He squeezed away the person behind and pushed forward, but at this moment, a big hand suddenly pressed his shoulder, and a powerful force instantly pulled him back.

"Uncle Ji!" Li Xingzhou looked at the person who pulled him was Ji Chunsheng. He was wearing armor and squeezed into the front and shouted: "Little Prince, come! Don't come up!"

As he said that, he dragged the knife with his right hand, and his left shoulder hit the shield wall, shouting loudly: "One, two, give me some force! One, two, kill! One, two, kill!"

He yelled like a big bell, hissing loudly, and he pushed forward rhythmically with the front row of swords, shields and hands, slowly turning the situation around, and slowly pushing outward.

But at this moment, a spear suddenly penetrated through the gap between the shield walls of both sides and stabbed him in the right rib. Li Xingzhou could see clearly not far away, and was worried about rushing forward.

Ji Chunsheng turned his head and saw that he was about to rush forward, and suddenly burst out and shouted: "It's a bitch!"

As he said that, he lost the knife in his right hand, gritted his teeth and grabbed the spear that stabbed him in the ribs, and pulled it back with force. The spear instantly passed through his right ribs. At the same time, there was a panic and scream behind the shield wall. The sudden huge force pulled, causing someone on the other side to mess up.

Ji Chunsheng seized the opportunity and roared: "Kill me!" His body hit the shield hard, and many martial ethics made the soldiers run forward desperately under his guidance. Several people in front were directly hit by their own people behind and died tragically, but they also instantly knocked down the other party's shield wall.

The rebels in front fell down their swords and shields, and the people behind were pushed away like waves in an instant. The rebel formation was in chaos. The soldiers of Wude Division rushed forward and chopped and killed them while the chaos was in chaos. More than a dozen rebels in front who had no time to get up were killed at the door. The rest were panicked and did not dare to fight, so they ran back. Wude sent the soldiers to chase and chop for more than ten steps.

Ji Chunsheng reluctantly stabbed a person to death with a spear, threw the spear and stabbed another person to death through six or seven steps. Then he loudly ordered everyone to retreat and not to chase him far away.

After just a quarter of an hour, the shouts of killing stopped temporarily. Wudeshi finally saved the situation and won a small victory, killing thirty or forty rebels, and the rebels temporarily retreated.

Li Xingzhou had no time to be happy, and his heart trembled. He stepped forward and helped Ji Chunsheng and pulled him back. He could see clearly that Ji Chunsheng was definitely not injured.

"Little Prince, I'm fine!" He still spoke loudly, but under the firelight, blood was flowing down from his ribs, leaving a trace of blood on his ground.

"It's okay, it's okay." Li Xingzhou dragged him back, his voice trembling.

Ji Chunsheng is the most skilled person he has ever seen and one of the people he relies on the most. Just now, Ji Chunsheng was afraid that he would be in danger and did not let him step forward. He pulled him back and let him lie down. His breath was already low.

Li Xingzhou hurriedly untied his upper armor and saw that the spear pierced the armor and streaked across the side ribs. The white ribs leaked out, and the blood flowed continuously. There was only a thin layer of membrane connected to the deepest part, and the internal organs were inside.

Li Xingzhou took a deep breath, and the sky was spinning, and the whole person was half cold. He tightly grabbed Ji Chunsheng's hand, "Uncle Ji, it's okay, don't sleep! Don't sleep!"

Ji Chunsheng nodded hard, and Li Xingzhou was busy using all his known knowledge to stop bleeding for him. While he was careful not to make big moves. The wound was too deep and if he was not careful, he would hurt his internal organs.

Ji Chunsheng's face turned pale and he stared at him with wide eyes. He was a warrior and the number one general under King Xiao's account. His willpower was not comparable to ordinary people. Li Xingzhou kept reminding him loudly that he could not fall asleep.

On the other hand, the rebels came back, but fortunately, Yang Hongzhao took over Ji Chunsheng's position in time to prevent the soldiers of the Wude Department who had returned from fighting.

But Ji Chunsheng's ribs could not stop at all. Li Xingzhou felt like he was about to cry for the first time. He endured his inner emotions and asked a soldier to take care of Ji Chunsheng, and then rushed into the rear hall to find the queen to ask for a pillow.
Chapter completed!