Star Trace Gate

The secret agent camp is located outside the inner courtyard of Prince Huai's Mansion and is divided into three courtyards: front, middle and back.

This front yard is where official business is handled on a daily basis. The people who usually greet and send people there are all higher-level officials, and most of them are civilians.

The relatively hidden middle courtyard is the place responsible for torture, detention, and the reception of spies. The innermost backyard is mainly responsible for the storage of military aircraft files, and there are also three larger document warehouses. If war breaks out frequently, the role here is to serve as the eyes of the old King Huai.

However, since the second-generation dandy Zhu Zigui came to power, the place has been secretly taken over by people from the imperial court, and it has become the emperor's hard-core dog-leg unit.

Secret spies definitely need to be mobilized. If all the spies stay with the palace every day, what can they find out?

Therefore, in the entire Prince Huai's Mansion, most of the spies are on assignment. It is definitely a "military force" that cannot be underestimated, but it takes the elite route. There are not too many people. If something happens, it will be very direct. In the case of armed conflict, this is also a relatively weak point.

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forecourt.

A drop of black ink exploded in the sky, dyeing the surrounding scenery into a strange ink painting.

"brush!"

A figure covered in ink appeared in the central hall of the front yard, standing behind Deputy Commander Ding Hui.

He is none other than Li Yan, King Huai's dog-headed military advisor.

Deputy Commander Ding Hui looked at the sudden appearance of several people, his brows furrowed and his voice hoarse: "Just you guys? Haha, you want to rebel?!"

"You are laughing like a moron villain while riding a horse." Liu Jishan appeared next to Er Leng, holding a dusty jade seal in his right hand, with a fierce look: "What's going on, can't you tell? The experience of the past two days tells me , it’s better to stand in line early.”

"Tap!"

A sound of footsteps resounded from outside the courtyard, and a group of men with different clothes and ages, armed with various weapons, rushed in one after another.

There were quite a few of them, at least a hundred at a glance. This group of people were dressed and groomed as if they were rough and tumble men, but when they acted, they looked very professional.

After being admitted to the hospital, this force spread control and sealed the front yard.

"Who dares to break into the secret agent camp?!"

"Tap!"

Many spies in black clothes in the front yard rushed out with guns and weapons in hand. But when I saw so many people coming, I felt a little guilty.

"The royalist Zhang Gui is here with his entire family to help my young master cleanse the Qingliang Mansion with blood!"

With an angry shout, an old man in his fifties rushed out from the chaotic team. He was holding a Guandao. He seemed to be clumsy, but he had already rushed to the central hall in the blink of an eye.

"brush!"

"puff!"

Guandao flickered with cold light, and a Xiaoqi secret agent who had just ran out to shout, turned around, and his head flew up in a whoosh.

After the old man Zhang Gui chopped off Xiao Qi's head with a knife, he completely ignored the spies around him. He just turned off the knife and raised it downwards. He threw it away from Xiao Qi's chest with a pop, inserted the blade into the opponent's chest, and raised it again!

"Tick tock...!"

Blood fell like a waterfall, and Zhang Gui lifted the body up to a person's height.

The sound of footsteps resounded, and Zhang Gui's two sons, one holding a steel knife and the other holding a large ax for chopping firewood, immediately guarded their father.

Of his two heirs, the older one is sixteen or seventeen years old, and the younger one is only fourteen or fifteen years old.

The whole family of men came here to fight for their lives, not for gold and silver, nor for promotion and wealth.

As soon as Zhang Guimeng returned to southern Xinjiang after the order to protect the king came out, he seemed to see Zhu Kai's king's flag fluttering, smoke billowing, and tens of thousands of cavalry galloping toward mountains of swords and seas of fire.

Long years have passed, but the shouts of killing are still ringing in the ears. The celebration wine in the camp yesterday was as hot as the scorching sun in the sky.

That day, Wang Jingzhong hit the ground and died, his head cracked, staining the golden palace, but he never showed any fear.

Today, Zhang Gui came with his heirs. The three of them were dressed in cloth, no longer wearing armor. They had no standard steel knives in their hands. They only fought with rusty and dusty farm tools, and they showed no signs of fear.

"How many years have passed... the old prince is dead, but the soldiers he led are still alive!!" Zhang Gui stared at his eyes and picked up the corpse: "If the young master says to kill, then he will kill. If the young master says to fight, then he will fight to the death! "

"The royalist party - Lin Zifu, the general in front of the tent, led six cousins ​​to help out!"

"Fuck you! I will die in the battle at Zhoushan! If you survive to this day, you will definitely make a profit!"

"...!"

Zhang Gui's every move instantly aroused the enthusiasm of the group of people who had taken off their armor, and for a while, angry shouts resounded throughout the entire secret agent camp.

Ding Hui's brain was buzzing, his Adam's apple was crawling, and he couldn't figure out why so many armed "rebels" suddenly appeared in the palace.

Things don't look good!

"Your Majesty!"

Er Leng held the knife and scolded.

Ding Hui clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "I only kneel to the court and the emperor!"

"brush!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the adjutant next to him immediately pulled the "Ming Dy" from his waist and prepared to notify the Qingzhou Guard for reinforcements.

"Whoosh!"

A thunderbolt shot into the sky.

"Snapped!"

Li Yan raised his hand, and countless ink droplets condensed in the sky, directly annihilating the rising Mingdi.

"...!"

The adjutant was speechless and stiff: "You... you...!"

"brush!"

"puff!"

Er Lun suddenly moved his body. Before he could draw the sword out of its sheath, he saw a ray of light passing by.

A cold light passed by, and a line of blood appeared on the adjutant's neck.

"Gudong!"

He fell heavily to the ground, covered his neck with his hands, kicked his legs wildly, and died in just a moment.

Erleng still held the knife: "Kneel down!"

Ding Hui's face turned pale, and he pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand, but did not dare to move: "Qingliang Mansion has five Qingzhou guards and three battalions of officers and soldiers, tens of thousands of people...!"

"puff!"

Another cold light plundered.

The homing pigeon beating on Ding Hui's right shoulder was split in half on the spot.

The pigeon's blood spattered on his cheek, and the body fell to the ground in two halves. When Ding Hui reacted, he only felt a cold feeling on his neck, and the famous sword Yao Yue was already close to his skin.

"Kneel down!!" Er Leng's voice was extremely cold, like a murderous god.

"Gudong!"

Ding Hui stopped beeping and knelt down on the spot with his back straight: "... No... I don't know... On behalf of His Highness, what orders do you have for me?!"

He is not a coward, nor is he disloyal, he just has to kneel down.

The reason is very simple. Wu Asi (No. 11), the leader of the secret agent camp, has died in the princess's tomb. Zhao Shen, Zuo Qianhu of Qingzhou Guard, also ran away, saying that he was returning to the court to resume his duties.

All the big shots carrying the flag are gone, but my whole family, relatives and friends are all in Qingliang Town.

The group of people in front of me are not here for revenge, nor are they here to fight, but are here to rebel...

What does it mean to rebel? ! If you are not in my camp, you will definitely fight to the death, and you will definitely be inhumane.