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The palace gate was blasted open by a tank shot, and hundreds of dead soldiers entered.

Zhang Chengyou smiled when he saw this scene.

The dust has settled tonight.

When the sun rises, a new era begins.

In the next few decades, the Zhang family will still stand.

underground.

More than a dozen guards, led by Jin Zhexun, forcibly protected Zhen En and Zhen En's sister Zhen Yu from the official residence.

But when they arrived at the entrance of the secret passage, there were faint gunshots inside.

It’s over.

Can't go.

Jin Zhexun clenched his fist angrily.

"This secret passage leading to the Longshan command post was built by Zhang Chengze when my grandfather was still alive. How could he be unprepared?"

Zhen En's face was expressionless, neither angry nor desperate.

"Brother, what should we do?"

The sad and nervous Zhen Yu, with tears in her eyes, held her brother's arm tightly.

"Teacher is here, nothing will happen to us."

Zhen En wiped the tears from her sister's face.

Father passed away.

He felt as bad as his sister.

However, in critical moments, he must be strong.

Jin Zhexun was speechless when he saw that the successor whom the supreme commander had trained for many years pinned his hope of survival on a Chinese.

The gunshots upstairs and in the secret passage were getting closer and closer.

More than a dozen guards were nervous.

Jin Zhexun gritted his teeth in anger.

Zhen Yu's face turned pale, and she was holding her brother's arm, shaking slightly. She was afraid of death, but she couldn't avoid it.

Zhen En suppressed the sadness in his heart and looked indifferent.

The sound of chaotic footsteps came from far to near.

Rebels appear.

A dozen people were surrounded by hundreds of people.

The two sides faced off with guns raised, but no shots were fired.

Zhang Chengyou appears.

"What you do is tantamount to treason and you will not die well!" Jin Zhexun roared at Zhang Chengyou.

"It seems that you have never heard of an idiom from the Chinese nation...the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit." Zhang Chengyou looked down upon Jin Zhexun.

History is written by the victors.

The blame of the loser is also woven by the winner.

Now that the Zhang family has won, the charge of treason will not fall on the Zhang family.

Jin Zhexun's eyes were about to burst.

Of course he has heard this idiom before and knows what it means.

"You won't succeed."

Zhen En stared coldly at the arrogant Zhang Chengyou.

The successor trained by the first family and the only disciple of Chen Hao certainly has no shortage of pride and courage.

"Your father has to panic when facing this situation. You are better than your father, but it's a pity that you were born at the wrong time." Zhang Chengyou sighed.

In his eyes, Zhen En is already a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Don't be too happy."

Zhen En is still confident.

This confidence came from the only person he admired and looked up to, his teacher.

"Take them!"

Zhang Chengyou showed disdain and ordered his men to control more than a dozen guards in black.

"Swear to protect the young commander to the death!"

Kim Cheol-hoon prepares to die.

More than a dozen guards are trying their best.

"Put down your guns!"

Zhen En stops the guard.

Tonight, too many soldiers who were loyal to him and his father died, and they were unwilling to pay the lives of the more than ten people around him.

"Young Master!"

Jin Zhexun's wide-open eyes were gleaming with tears, thinking that Zhen En was resigned to his fate, sad and self-blaming.

"Don't worry, they won't succeed, and nothing will happen to me." Zhen En patted Jin Zhexun on the shoulder with a determined expression.

"Young Marshal..."

Jin Zhexun knew that the young marshal pinned his hopes for a comeback on Chen Hao, and felt that the young marshal's idea was too naive and too natural.

But he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Chengyou's men swarmed up and fired more than a dozen guards.

More than a dozen guards and Jin Zhexun were pinned to the ground.

"Shot on the spot!"

Zhang Chengyou ordered his men.

"you……"

Zhen En could no longer keep calm and glared at Zhang Chengyou.

"Now, no one can protect you, and you can't protect anyone." Zhang Chengyou sneered and looked directly at Zhen En.

Zhen En gritted his teeth in anger and rushed forward, sliding like mud, but at an extremely fast speed. He passed through the gaps between several rebels like a loach and bullied Zhang Chengyou.

Zhang Chengyou was caught off guard.

A personal guard reacted very quickly and pushed Zhang Chengyou away.

Pong!

The guard who pushed Zhang Chengyou away was hit by Zhen En and flew backwards, affecting seven or eight people.

A crowd of people staggered around.

The guard who rescued Zhang Chengyou fell to the ground and vomited blood. He tilted his head and died.

Zhang Chengyou was stunned.

Although he knew that Zhen En had been practicing martial arts for many years, he never expected that Zhen En was so fierce.

Zhen En was also stunned.

In the past, he often competed with his personal guards, but the competition was not actual combat, and he could not use his full strength.

This was the first time he realized his own power.

Some rebels reacted and quickly surrounded Zhen En.

Zhen En came back to his senses, ignored the rebels, stared down at his slowly clenched fists, and murmured: "Teacher, I have not let you down."

His eyes filled with tears, but his heart was not entirely sad and angry, but a little excited.

"Kill him and get promoted to the third level!"

Zhang Chengyou, who had a brush with death, was angry.

More than a dozen rebels were stimulated by the "three-level official promotion", and they rushed to Zhen En.

"elder brother!"

Zhen Yu cried anxiously, but she was controlled by the rebels and could not do anything. She watched so many people besieging her brother.

Stimulated by grief and revengeful rage, Zhen En was not afraid of the siege and used the fist and kick moves that she had practiced countless times.

The rebels fell one after another.

One of the rebels was hit by Zhen En's domineering whip and flew away, knocking down two people.

"Come together!"

Zhen En, who became more and more courageous as he fought, roared with a terrifying edge.

Have the spirit of a king!

Many rebels looked at Zhen En and had this idea.

Zhang Chengyou, who was standing aside, was also frightened, and then he was thankful that his brother launched the mutiny in time, otherwise Zhen En would be in power and it would be more difficult to deal with.

"If you defeat him, you will not only be promoted to the third level, but also receive an M gold bonus!" Zhang Chengyou refused to let his men kill Zhen En.

Zhen En almost killed him, so he killed Zhen En with his own hands to relieve the hatred in his heart.

More rebels besieged Zhen En frantically.

Zhen En, who had no actual combat experience before, looked at one thing instead of the other. He was hit hard and finally fell down and was pinned down by several rebels.

"what……"

Zhen En screamed, but it didn't help.

Zhang Chengyou came over and stepped on Zhen En's face.

"elder brother……"

Zhen Yu burst into tears.

"Zhang Chengyou, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

Jin Zhexun struggled, watching the young marshal being humiliated, and his life was worse than death.

The four rebels held Jin Zheen down with all their strength.

"Teacher, I won't let you go."

Zhen En, whose face was stepped on by Zhang Chengyou, struggled to speak out.

"Your teacher is dead. I will send you to see him now." Zhang Chengyou smiled grimly, believing that Chen Hao was dead.

He drew his sidearm, pulled the slide, and loaded the gun.

"Who told you I was dead?"

Chen Hao's voice came.

Zhen En, who was originally desperate, felt his heart tremble.

Hundreds of rebels subconsciously turned their heads, only to see Chen Hao dragging one person forward step by step like a dead dog.