The black authentic tunnel seemed infinitely long, and Wang Ze crawled for a long time.

The authenticity is too great to accommodate a person who can barely crawl through. I must not ignite the fire here, otherwise I may be suffocated to death.

I didn't see the sounds outside here, which made him feel at ease. The more he moved forward, the narrower the road. When he heard the sound of the river at home, hope immediately ignited.

The authentic exit should be right by the river. The sound of the river flowing through it is as beautiful as the sound, which speeds up Wang Ze, who was about to lose his strength.

A stone blocked his way, and Wang Ze knew that he had arrived at the exit and dug up the soil on the side with his hands. He could even see the people on the other side through the gap.

"Long live! Long live!"

The shouts suddenly rang in the crowd. It was obvious that Zhao Songzi had succeeded. There was no sound of fighting, and he could only hear crying. It was obvious that the rebels in Baiyun Temple had surrendered.

Wang Ze knew that he could not go out at this time. There were too many people outside. If he saw that everything was over, he could not stay for a long time. If he was discovered by the imperial guards, he would have no way to survive.

The only way is to dig into the water and wander under the water.

Wang Zeshui was very good at saving his life. He inserted his hands into the soil and dug wildly. He was escaping his life. He was still suffering from pain in his hands?

Fortunately, the soil by the river is relatively wet and not difficult to dig. Large stones are embedded on the shore, and the soil underneath is easy to loosen. Just take out a hole for yourself to climb out.

The king was too worried. The people on the shore had no intention of caring about what was happening by the river. They all looked at the place where Zhao Zhen was and shouted loudly: "Long live"!

The eight thousand rebels finally surrendered under the continuous siege and pressure of the imperial guards. They had no choice. They had an impact before, but they had no power to fight back in front of the "city wall" of steel.

He was easily slaughtered, which aroused loud cheers from the people!

The stronger the country's military strength, the higher the people's self-confidence. Strong power is the guarantee of everything. Without these, it would not be possible to rely solely on civil governance and education.

Eight thousand rebels came out one after another, and they quickly found their relatives on the Izumo Bridge. Reunion of their relatives is of course an excellent thing, even if they are hard and hard, they will turn into soft fingers here.

Finally someone tried to leave. As expected, just like Zhao Zhen, the imperial guards did not stop them and allowed them to pass through the road opened in the crowd. Not only were the rebels moved, but the people around were also excited to speak.

The official family has indeed made a constitutional statement, and the people on both sides consciously gave up more ways to let the rebels and their relatives leave.

These rebels will soon be killed and will go to Dali Temple in three days to plead guilty. No one will stop them from leaving at this time.

As for whether any of these rebels would escape, the people would not worry at all. If the monks could run away, they could not run away from the temple. Even if they could leave the Xicheng, could they still leave the Shendu City? Leave the Song Dynasty?

It is easy for them to run away by themselves, but can the entire family still run away? No relatives and friends?

All eight thousand rebels left, but the remaining people were not so lucky. It was not that Zhao Zhen did not give them a chance. The court issued a notice early. At this time, they still stayed in Baiyun Temple, so they must be Maitreya bandits.

Baiyun Temple is very large and has many houses. When the imperial guards began to close the net, the war had just begun. They were not like rebels from the City Guarding Division, and they had some concerns. These people were loyalists of the Maitreya Cult, and they took out all the things they could fight against the imperial guards.

Such resistance was like a mantis armed chariot blocking in front of a fully armed army. This time the people kept applauding and even cheering for the imperial guards.

No matter how big Baiyun Temple is, it is just a temple. Under the siege of a large army, it is easy to send troops to clear it out, and there is no need to worry about thieves escaping.

There is no need to show mercy to these loyalists of Maitreya. The huge iron shield guards and crossbow arrows kept shooting out of the steel "fortress" they were sitting.

This is why the imperial court restricted crossbows among the people. In the face of powerful crossbows, the bandits of the Maitreya Cult were unable to get close to the ban, just as harvested wheat kept falling to the ground.

With continuous shooting, the people who dared to take the initiative to attack the imperial guards were quickly eliminated. At this time, the imperial guards began to scatter and attack, cooperating with each other to clear out the remaining scattered soldiers and yongs.

When he attacked the Maitreya Hall, a bald old monk slowly came out with a group of people. Guo Yong promptly stopped his subordinates from shooting him in public.

"Wisdom Monk, you are already doomed now, hurry up and surrender!"

The Wisdom Master smiled and said, "Is that true? Everything in the world is false. My body is just an old bag. Why should the general say more?"

"You dare to be stubborn when you die. You must be killed by the bandit leader, but you will be left by Dali Temple!"

"The only one who can interrogate me now is Zhao Zhen! The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy, but that's it!"

"Rareless! How can you call the name of the official?

Guo Yong's face changed and shouted, then he sneered: "The king succeeds and the enemy is defeated? You are worthy! You are just a demon monk who is in trouble! Old man, take him!"

Following Guo Yong's words, the Imperial Guard moved forward, and at this time, the Maitreya scholars beside Monk Zhihui rushed down and lit their clothes at the same time.

Guo Yong's face changed not because of these hot people, but because of their madness.

His face was distorted by the fire, but he still rushed towards the imperial guards desperately. He was afraid of death. Even on the battlefield, he rarely saw such a desperate enemy. The imperial guards were scared to retreat slightly.

But even so, the "Fire Man" still did not retreat. There was a roar when he rushed forward. The gunpowder bullet on the "Fire Man" was detonated, and the air waves and debris knocked down the imperial guards.

Guo Yong's face changed drastically after the roar, and his hands trembled unconsciously: "Heart gunpowder bullet!"

A clearance of the Maitreya Cult "changed" because of gunpowder bullets. Guo Yong knew that although gunpowder bullets were commonly used by soldiers of the Song Dynasty, they were taboos among the people, and this thing could not appear among the people. If it appeared, it meant that there were problems in the Song Dynasty army.

This incident will affect many people, and the scope and seriousness of the matter make Guo Yong feel frightened even if he thinks about it.

A group of "firemen" made a series of explosions, and the imperial guards were torn apart in an instant. Guo Yong was also thrust in his heart after seeing the number. They had gunpowder bullets, would there be a formula for gunpowder?!

Boom!!! Boom!!!

Other buildings and halls of Baiyun Temple made consecutive explosions, and the huge impact force caused the Buddha statues in a hall to be knocked away, just like a doll in the hands of a child being thrown outside Baiyun Temple.

Guo Yong was already crazy and shouted: "Take the demon monk and lie down on his heart gunpowder bullet!"

The entire Baiyun Temple has become a hell on earth, as if it was punished, and there are constant muffled thunder sounds...
Chapter completed!