Sui and Tang Dynasties: Beginning with Overlord Inheritance

"It's here, it's finally here, hold on a little longer, and you'll be able to go out soon!"

Some of them are already excited, and they are lucky.

So many people died on the way, only they managed to survive till now.

"Second Master Cui, let someone open the city gate!"

Wang Lin, the patriarch of the Wang family, began to use honorifics, which is enough to show the status of Cui Xianjie in their hearts at this moment.

Cui Xianjie shook his head:

"The city gate will open by itself, don't worry."

The agreement between him and those few people had been prepared long ago. In order not to expose them, the three of them would naturally not show up.

Cui Rong cast a glance, a little disdainful, this time let him out of the limelight.

"Why don't you open the door?"

"It's all here, open the door! We're going out!"

"Rush out! If you can't hold on anymore!"

Not long after, riots started to appear in the crowd, because they had already reached the gate of the city, but there was still no response from the gate.

Coupled with the more violent attacks of the imperial guards, the gentry were very passive when they were surrounded.

Many people looked at Cui Xianjie, expressing their doubts.

Cui Rende stepped forward and asked anxiously:

"What's going on? Why don't you open the door?"

Cui Xianjie had a sad expression on his face, which was different from the agreed plan.

Suddenly, Cui Rong had a very bad premonition in his heart.

A question quickly came to his mind.

That is Yang Zhao!
From the beginning to the present, this matter was planned by him alone, which is enough to show how much he attaches importance to it.

Since he was able to know the plan in advance, he must have made preparations. There was no one on the street, so it could be seen that Yang Zhao was well prepared.

If they can arrange these secretly without them noticing, what about the city gate?

Did he already know that too.

If so, the three of them might have been killed long ago, and Yang Zhao might have been waiting for this moment.

He and Cui Xian resolved their quarrel, but at a critical juncture, he would rather let Cui Xian solve the limelight.

Cui spent so much effort to rescue him, he also wanted to live.

"Ok?"

Cui Rong suddenly caught a glimpse of three figures on the wall above the city gate.

If you look closely, it seems to be hung up.

The head of one of them was separated from the body, apparently three corpses.

Suddenly, Cui Rong's pupils constricted, pointed at the city wall, and said tremblingly:

"Yes...it's those three people!"

His voice was not loud, but it was heard by the people around him.

Cui Xianjie and others looked in the direction of Cui Rong's finger, and their expressions changed drastically!
"City Gate Lang Changhe, Zhonglang General Lu Shiheng, and Supervisor Gate General Jing Junhong!"

In an instant, Cui Xianjie recognized the three of them.

He has been in contact with these three people for a long time, and the distance is a bit far, but it is still obvious at a glance.

The rest of the people were shocked when they heard the words, and this moment attracted everyone's attention.

Many people also know these three people.

Gathering the information they knew before, Cui Xianjie's plan failed again!

Yang Zhao knew about this a long time ago, and this is the best way to show off.

Crunch!

When everyone is desperate and wants to put all their eggs in one basket.

City gate, open!
The gentry didn't understand what was going on. Out of their instinctive desire to survive, they temporarily lost their thinking and fled outside like crazy!

"go!"

Cui Rong and the others didn't care about thinking, and rushed towards the city gate with the people around them!

puff!

"what!"

At the same time, a sudden scream sounded.

Suddenly, figures rushed out of the city gate.

The thick armor looks like a ferocious beast, and the Mo Dao in his hand glows with an icy cold light.

The gentry didn't know who they were, and the morale of the guards was soaring.

Chang Biao was shocked.

"This... this is the Modao Army of General Feihu!"

He had heard about this extremely fierce team for a long time, but saw it for the first time today.

But it seems that there are only a small number of people, about 100 people.

Chang Biao was very excited. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he really wanted to go up and observe closely.

The whole team is extremely serious, every move is natural, even breathing seems to have become one.

Without any orders, wherever the Mo Dao Army went, countless heads flew high.

After the gentry panicked, their eyes were full of determination, they were going to die anyway today, so get out!

"Don't let one go, kill!"

Seeing this, Chang Biao gave an order, and three thousand forbidden troops joined the melee.

Corpses can be seen everywhere at the city gate, screams, and the sound of weapons clashing together.

……

Imperial city, watchtower.

Yang Zhao didn't make a move, nor did he show up.

He is the emperor, and these people are all nobles. Due to the ancestral system, he can't make a move.

The purpose was to eradicate the gentry, and the reason was corruption and prison robbery. The emperor watched from the sidelines. It is not clear who meant it.

The emperor made a move, but the meaning changed.

After all, Yang Zhao is not targeting all the gentry in the world, but those gentry who are arrogant and unreasonable.

These people influenced the atmosphere of the Sui Dynasty.

Among the gentry, there are also many loyal, down-to-earth, and dedicated people.

Yang Zhao can't be beaten to death with a stick.

"Your Majesty, the time is almost up, and the city gate has opened."

Xu Maogong stood behind him and said respectfully.

Yang Zhao looked far away, looking in the direction of the city gate, with a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"I really want to see their expressions."

He was really curious whether this group of princes in the court could still remain indifferent in the face of life and death.

Xu Maogong remained silent. Ever since Yang Zhao ascended the throne, he has become more and more unpredictable.

It is a taboo to try to figure out the king's heart.

"Your Majesty, opening the city gate at this time gave them hope. Before dying, people have behaviors beyond ordinary people."

Wei Zheng murmured and spoke, with a faint worry in his heart.

"That depends on their abilities."

Yang Zhao smiled indifferently, and then added:
"Except Cui."

city ​​gate.

The gentry struggled fiercely, and their equipment was not as sophisticated as the Forbidden Army and the Modao Army.

However, there are many good players in it.

It's just that as time goes by, they can still feel the pressure obviously.

It is mainly derived from Li Cunxiao's Mo Dao Army.

The number of dead souls under Mo Dao has reached hundreds.

Li Cunxiao blocked the door, like a god of war, no one could pass by.

The gentry who fought hard to resist seemed extremely powerless.

The Custodians fought in the rear, putting pressure on them.

There were more than [-] people, and about one-third of them were lost at this time.

Those who survived were the best among the great nobles.

The Modao army is like a ruthless war machine, crushing unilaterally.

Chang Biao was a little emotional, 100 people, facing 6000 people, unscathed, what kind of combat power is this?
There are many experts here, and not all the gentry are vegetarians.

If he wants to lead the forbidden army to achieve such an effect, at least a thousand troops will be needed, and it will take two or three hours to achieve it.