After escorting Crown Prince Zhu Youxiao and Madam Li into the Hall of Cultural Splendor, Tang Feng finally felt relieved.
Ding dong.
"You have successfully assisted the Crown Prince in ascending the throne. You have received a special reward.”
Tang Feng was full of anticipation for this special reward.
"Reward: 50 musketeers."
Tang Feng was stunned when he saw the reward.
Musketeers!
At the beginning of the 17th century, the entire Earth was undergoing a huge transformation. The gap between the East and the West also began at this time.
Far away, a few major countries had already walked out of the Dark Middle Ages and entered modern civilization.
Gunpowder had been fully used, and powerful firearms and cannons were used on a large scale.
With the appearance of firearms and cannons, the war had undergone a complete change.
In the east, although the Ming Dynasty also used firearms and cannons, their power was really not to be complimented.
Surrounded by a group of ministers, Zhu Youxiao ascended the throne in front of his father's corpse in the Hall of Cultural Splendor.
Tang Feng found an opportunity to quietly leave the Hall of Cultural splendor. He found a corner and cashed out the system's reward.
Then, 50 strong men dressed in banners of the East Chamber appeared in front of him.
These 50 strong men stood straight and were equipped with clean guns. There was a backpack and a long iron bar on their waists.
As a gun fan, Tang Feng recognized the gun at a glance. It was a musket.
The musket was a modern firearm that gradually became popular in the western world in the late medieval period.
This kind of gun had no rifling, and gunpowder needed to be loaded before it could be fired. Its range was limited, and its accuracy was insufficient. In the late 17th century, it was gradually replaced by rifling guns.
Although there were many problems, muskets were still very advanced in the early 17th century.
At the very least, it was much more advanced than the musket.
"Greetings, Master."
As the musketeers gifted by the system, these musketeers were absolutely loyal to Tang Feng.
Looking at these tall and well-trained musketeers, Tang Feng couldn't stop smiling.
As long as they had enough ammunition, these fifty musketeers were far more lethal than two or three hundred Imperial Army soldiers.
If they were paired with a hundred spearmen, they would be practically invincible in the capital.
The combination of musketeers and pikemen was a no-enemy formation developed by Spain.
This kind of military formation dominated the battlefield for two centuries, especially from the end of the 16th century to the middle of the 17th century, reaching its peak.
While Tang Feng was admiring his fifty musketeers, something unexpected happened at the Hall of Cultural splendor.
The entire Chongde Hall was surrounded by hundreds of guards, eunuchs, and soldiers armed with sharp blades.
"King Cheng, what are you trying to do?”In front of Chongde Palace, Pavilion Elder Liu Yijing stood in front of the stage and looked at the young man dressed in brocade as he shouted loudly.
King Cheng Zhu Youkui, the third son of Guangzong Zhu Changluo, was also the elder brother of Zhu Youjian.
As the son of the old emperor, Zhu Youkui naturally desired the supreme throne.
As for this King Cheng, because his mother's family was from the military, his two uncles were both generals in the army and held military power.
With military power, there would naturally be ambition.
Now that the old emperor had passed away, this King Cheng wanted to defy the heavens and force these officials to support him.
His idea was very good, and the timing of his attack was just right.
After the Wanli years, the Ming Dynasty was on the verge of death. The court and the people were in chaos, especially the East Chamber. The defense of the palace was like a sieve, full of loopholes.
If he massacred the Cultural Palace today, killing Zhu Youxiao, Li Consortium, and those courtiers who did not obey him, he might really succeed in usurping the throne.
"What am I going to do? Old Grand Secretary, you're asking the obvious.”Zhu Youkui stood there in his military uniform and snorted coldly.
Behind him were hundreds of fully-armed soldiers, the weapons in their hands glinting coldly.
Seeing this, Liu Yijing's expression changed drastically, and his heart sank.
"King Cheng, this old man will advise you to stop in time. Otherwise, you will die without a burial ground.”Liu Yijing shouted.
"You're still stubborn when you're about to die. The reward for injuring me and killing the false king Zhu Youjiao is ten thousand taels.”Zhu Youkui waved his hand.
Hearing the reward of ten thousand taels, the soldiers seemed to have been injected with stimulants. They roared and rushed towards the Cultural Palace.
"Protect His Majesty." Liu Yijing shouted at the guards on both sides with a livid face.
At this moment, the hundred palace guards rushed forward. The entire front of the cultural hall was filled with sword light and blood.
The Cultural Hall was in chaos.
The courtiers were terrified and their bodies were trembling. As for Li Consortium and the new Emperor Zhu Youxiao, they were so scared that they hugged each other and almost peed their pants.
"Old Grand Secretary, what should we do?”Seeing Liu Yijing retreat, Zhu Youxiao was in a daze and cried.
Liu Yijing sighed helplessly as he looked at Zhu Youxiao, who was crying in fear.
In the Great Ming Dynasty, there had never been a Saint Monarch since the divine sect. Up until now, the emperors of the past few generations were getting worse with each generation.
After sighing, Liu Yijing looked out of the hall again.
At this moment, the Hall of Culture was surrounded by the rebel army. Even if there were tens of thousands of Imperial Army soldiers outside the palace, they could not quench their thirst.
"Ah!"
At this moment, Liu Yijing had already made his decision.
Hearing the sounds of fighting outside getting closer and closer, Zhu Youxiao sat on the ground and started crying.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die.”
The rebel army finally began to charge into the cultural palace.
At this moment, cries and wails rang out. A few useless courtiers were so scared that they wet their pants on the spot.
The rebel soldiers at the front searched around and found Zhu Youxiao in the crowd. Then, they held their knives and pounced on Zhu Youxiao.
Ten thousand taels of gold was an astronomical figure in this era. Anyone would be tempted.
A few loyal officials stood out to stop him, but they were all killed.
Seeing that Zhu Youxiao was about to be killed, a black shadow fell from the cultural hall.
In the blink of an eye, the rebel soldiers were beheaded and turned into corpses.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness, this subject came late to save Your Majesty and Your Highness.”Tang Feng stood in front of Zhu Youxiao with a long sword in his hand. He was like a wall, firmly protecting Zhu Youxiao and Madam Li behind him.
Zhu Youxiao and Madam Li hugged each other. When they saw Tang Feng, they were overjoyed.
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