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In the center of the hall, more than a dozen people dressed in palace clothes hung their heads and were guarded by a line of soldiers. When they heard the cold sound of military boots stepping on the floor tiles, they all trembled, obviously extremely terrified.

You Bushu turned his head and asked the adjutant, "Who are these people?"

The adjutant smiled wryly and said: "It is estimated that they are all court servants. They are too scared to stand up. Their mouths are still hard, and they can't even ask farts. They have to wait for the Lord to come before they are willing to speak."

You Bushu raised his eyebrows, stepped forward and said, "Then you can talk now."

One of the old men with white hair on his temples raised his head and asked, "Is your Excellency the Marshal of the Republic, You Bushu?"

You Bushu nodded: "It's right here."

"This planet is a royal retreat, and there won't be any dignitaries staying here. There are also housekeepers and servants here. Can the marshal let us go?"

You Bushu smiled and said, "I'm afraid not."

The old man was startled, stared at You Bushu and said loudly, "We are not soldiers, why did you take us prisoner. Even if the two countries are at war, unarmed civilians should be spared!"

You Bushu nodded: "You are quite right, civilians are innocent. But as the emperor's close ministers, you can always pry something out of your mouth, so I'm sorry, you have to go back with the troops."

At this time, there was a sound of anger, and a strong young attendant suddenly jumped up on the spot, followed the sound, grabbed You Buju's shoulder with his left hand, but a silver light flashed with his right hand.

Military operations often rely more on ships and weapons, and do not place much emphasis on melee combat.This attendant is very good at fighting, obviously he wants to capture the king first, and restrain You Bushu as a bargaining chip in the negotiation.

But You Bushu's expression remained the same, he dodged lightly, and raised his hand forward, the attendant's arm holding the knife was already clamped by him, he couldn't see how he exerted force, only heard the sound of bones shattering, the other party had shrunk into a ball in pain , was thrown to the ground, and slid far away.

The people present have not yet recovered from the momentary fighting, a powerful beam of neutrons silently hit the servant lying on the ground, only a scream was heard, and only a barren humanoid ashes remained on the ground, indicating that this Life used to exist.

You Bushu retracted his gun and turned around, and asked strangely: "You are in the center of the empire, don't you even know You Bushu?" Playing such a trick with him?

A woman cried out, and was immediately covered by the people around her.Silence was restored in the hall, only a few captives raised their heads, showing grief and indignation towards You Bushu. Judging by their clothes, they should be the companions of the dead man.

You Bushu is still so calm and relaxed. In the fight of life and death, he is willing to gamble and admit defeat. When he picks up a weapon, he should have the consciousness to fight for his life. I don't think there is anything wrong with taking this person's life.

He just leaned over slowly, smiled and asked the adjutant, "Can't you find any cold weapons?"

The adjutant was drenched in cold sweat, bowed his head and tied his hands, and said loudly: "This subordinate has neglected his duty! I wish to be punished!" Then he was speechless.

You Bushu ignored him, he looked up at the towering dome of the palace, his gaze swept across, and landed on the highest place, the emperor's throne, the seat carved out of crystal stone could be called an antique , topped with the royal coat of arms.

He walked forward, dusted the throne with his hands, then sat down and crossed his legs, looked around coldly, and said a word from his lips: "Take off."

Everyone was stunned, even his soldiers looked at each other, unable to believe what the usually open-minded Marshal had just said.

You Bushu still had a slight smile on his face, but the corners of his mouth were raised with a three-pointed indifference: "Didn't you hear me? Since my subordinates are incompetent and ineffective in searching, I have to do it myself. Do you still need to help me undress?" ?” He pressed his fingers together, without blinking a pair of sharp black eyes.

The captive didn't make a move, and some people were already blushing because of this bright humiliation, and they heard the woman sobbing softly.

You Bushu waited patiently for a moment, but when no one responded, he suddenly raised Kehak: "You, get up."

What he was pointing at was a young man squatting in a corner. His slightly long black hair covered his face, and only his thin and thin back could be seen.Hearing You Bushu's words, he seemed to froze for a moment, then stood up calmly, looked up at You Bushu.

You Bushu casually twirled the gun around his fingertips, and when he stopped, he happened to face the young man's face: "I've always guessed correctly, you really look the best, you take it off first."

This man was very young, with a very beautiful face, as quiet as a flower blooming in the moonlight. At this moment, he pursed his lips, took off his coat without saying a word, and threw it heavily on the ground.

The female family member couldn't help crying out, the young man didn't turn his eyes to her, but said softly, "Cook, don't cry."

You Bushu saw that he stopped, and was about to speak at this time, a soldier walked in quickly and said something to the adjutant, and the adjutant immediately went to You Bushu and whispered a few words.

After he stepped back, You Bushu took Kehak back into his palm again, and asked in a deep voice, "You are all servants of the royal family. May I ask if there is a doctor?" Still in a very polite tone.

It turned out that after the battle just now, some soldiers were still seriously injured, which could not be solved by simple bandaging and medical equipment.

No one answered.

The adjutant boldly said: "During the search, there was a medical clinic in this palace, and the doctor was probably among this group of people."

You Bushu heard the words, and calmly said: "Oh, so you don't want to come out?"

Before the words fell, the old man who spoke first staggered and fell to the ground. It was You Bushu who pulled out the laser gun from the adjutant's weapon belt and pulled the trigger at him.

There was a terrible hole in his thigh, from which dark blood gurgled out, but it avoided his arteries, so now the old man can still moan in a low voice.

You Bushu scanned everyone again and asked, "What about now? Is there a doctor here?"

The young man who was only wearing a shirt quickly rushed over, knelt down and half-supported the old man in his arms to check his injuries, then his eyes seemed to shoot out cold light, and he said to You Bushu angrily, "Why do you hurt people for no reason?"

You Bushu remained expressionless: "I just want a doctor. If he stands up now, after saving my soldiers, he may still have a chance to save this old man's life. If he can't stop the bleeding, he won't last long."

The young man wiped his face and became calm again. He handed the old man to an attendant beside him, stood up and straightened his back: "I am the doctor."

He had a cold look on his face, although his appearance was as gentle as moonlight, You Bushu was taken aback by his fearless look, and it took him a long time before he said with a smile: "What a coincidence, you are a beautiful woman."

The young man insisted: "I want to stop the bleeding of the supervisor first."

You Bushu flatly refused: "You have no choice, save the soldiers first, the faster you act, the more hopeful your chief officer will be."

The young man stopped looking at him, and said to the adjutant, "Take me to save people, please hurry up."

"Wait," they turned to go out, and You Bushu's voice came from behind, "Don't play tricks, it's for your own good."

The young man didn't look back, and replied stiffly: "Marshal You, don't worry, I'm different from you, I won't let anyone die again, whether it's yours or..." He clenched his fists and stopped talking, Quickly step out of the palace gate.

Yegor pressed pause, You Jing was still immersed in the video, and sighed: "This buddy is really polite and polite, he would rather die than surrender, which makes our comrade Youbushu a wretch, tsk tsk. Hey, why did you give me this?" Stopped?"

Yegor looked at him strangely: "Don't you have anything to say?"

You Jing looked confused: "What am I talking about, long live the Lyra Republic?"

"You don't know this person?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." You Jing reacted quickly, with a pure expression on his face, "I'm sure and sure that he doesn't look as good-looking as you."

Yegor supported his forehead and said: "Before the Hundred Years' War, no one had seen the emperor's true face. Qi Zhiwen committed suicide after the war, and his identity was confirmed by DNA means. Although the appearance of the body has long been blurred, The emperor's appearance is not vulgar, if you look carefully, you can still recognize it..."

You Jing felt that he understood a little bit: "You don't want to say..."

Yegor's expression was solemn: "This 'doctor' is Qi Zhiwen."