There is a happy inn in the capital.

Chapter 481 Proficient in Guns

A faint, chilling smile, befitting a battlefield commander, flickered across Liang Yuying's pale face.

She held the butt of the spear with one hand, while the other hand, despite the excruciating pain in her arm, steadied the spear. The tip pointed diagonally at the ground. Though injured, her imposing presence remained undiminished. Her spear-wielding posture and the explosive parrying technique she displayed clearly exuded the demeanor of a renowned general.

Who told you that?

She inhaled slowly, her voice trembling slightly with pain, yet each word was clear.

"I, Liang Yuying, only know how to use a sword?"

Before she could finish speaking, she launched a counterattack!

The spear moved like a dragon, swift and fierce as in its prime, yet still with meticulous technique. The thrusting, stabbing, jabbing, and seizing techniques were all exquisite, clearly the long-lost Liang family spear technique, and the mastery was profound!

Jia Wuqiu was shocked and quickly withdrew his gun to parry, his heart filled with horror.

The intelligence is incorrect!

This Liang Yuying is actually a master of both spear and sword!

He had originally planned that she would be unable to handle the long weapon due to her serious injuries, but now his calculations had completely failed.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of gun tips clashing was incessant.

Although Liang Yuying's strength and speed were greatly reduced due to her injuries, her marksmanship was exquisite and she was very experienced. She always used skill to overcome strength and targeted Jia Wuqiu's vital points such as the eyes, throat, and wrists, which were slightly sluggish due to the effects of the spicy powder.

Jia Wuqiu's advantage lay in his powerful strength and heavy spear, coupled with his ruthless moves. In this confined and chaotic space, the two fought with lightning speed, exchanging blows for over ten rounds in the blink of an eye, their battle proving to be evenly matched.

The spear danced, its red tassel and dark shadow intertwining, and a gust of wind swept away shattered cups and overturned screen fragments, sending them flying everywhere.

Li Shuchen watched with trepidation, having to be wary of other potential assassins while also keeping a close eye on the battle and looking for an opportunity to help.

She saw that with each exertion of force by Liang Yuying, more blood gushed from the wound on her left arm, staining the gun barrel red. She knew that if this continued, Liang Yuying would inevitably exhaust herself.

Jia Wuqiu clearly saw that Liang Yuying was nearing the end of her strength, and his attacks became even more ferocious, willing to trade blows for injuries in an attempt to end the battle as quickly as possible.

He seized an opening, roared, and his spear shot out like a venomous python, abandoning all other variations and concentrating all his strength to strike Liang Yuying squarely in the chest and abdomen.

Liang Yuying gritted her teeth and blocked the attack head-on.

"boom"

With a muffled thud, the force sent her staggering back three steps. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and she nearly vomited blood. The webs between her thumb and forefinger, gripping the spear, split open, and she almost dropped it. She swayed precariously.

"Yu Ying!" Li Shuchen exclaimed.

A sinister grin returned to Jia Wuqiu's face as he prepared to press his advantage and deliver the final blow.

Suddenly, a cold, sharp shout came from not far away.

"Jia Wuqiu! Look who this is!"

Jia Wuqiu's mind sharpened, his attack subconsciously faltered slightly, and he quickly glanced at the source of the attack.

Ye Bingli stood there expressionless, her fingertips slightly raised.

He instantly realized he'd been tricked, but it was too late to react.

Ye Bingli flicked her wrist, and a handful of fine, scarlet powder rained down on him.

"Cough, cough..."

Jia Wuqiu's eyes were instantly invaded by the spicy powder, causing unbearable burning pain. Tears streamed down his face, and his vision blurred and turned crimson.

He instinctively tried to close his eyes, but the powder's irritation caused his eyelids to spasm, making it difficult to close them completely. He could only squint his stinging, tearing eyes, severely impairing his vision.

In that instant when his vision was obstructed and his movements were slightly disrupted by coughing, Liang Yuying moved.

She endured the excruciating pain in her left arm and the dizziness from blood loss, wielding the spear thrown by Li Shuchen with effortless skill.

The spear flashed like a dragon, no longer a head-on clash with Jia Wuqiu, but transformed into a series of cunning and ruthless glints, specifically targeting the openings revealed by his blurred vision.

Lower body, side ribs, wrist holding the gun

With a "whoosh," the spear tip grazed Jia Wuqiu's calf, leaving a trail of blood.

"Clang!" Jia Wuqiu barely managed to deflect a spear aimed at his ribs by instinct.

However, due to poor vision, he misdirected his strength and swayed.

Taking advantage of the situation, Liang Yuying swung the gun barrel horizontally, smashing it heavily onto his right wrist, which was holding the gun.

Jia Wuqiu groaned in pain, his wrist throbbing and going numb, the spear nearly slipping from his grasp.

He retreated repeatedly, trying to create distance and reverse the tide.

But would Liang Yuying give him that chance?

She pressed forward relentlessly, her gunfire like a storm. Though each strike aggravated her wounds, making her face even paler, each move was deadly, forcing Jia Wuqiu into a state of panic and near-death experiences. Several more bloody marks soon appeared on his body.

"it is good!"

Li Shuchen, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of satisfaction and cheered loudly, "Yuying, poke his eyes! Oh no, his eyes are already red enough! Poke his lower body!"

However, just as Liang Yuying was about to completely suppress Jia Wuqiu, shouts of killing suddenly erupted outside the Imperial Garden.

The rebel army, which had been blocked outside by Duke Xu and his troops, seemed to have received strong reinforcements and fiercely broke through the outer defenses, surging into the garden like a black tide.

These newly arrived rebels were well-equipped, their eyes filled with fanaticism, and they hacked at anyone they saw, friend or foe, instantly escalating the already chaotic situation into an even more brutal melee.

Their numbers subtly outnumbered the loyal guards and some of the Imperial Guards who were still putting up a fierce resistance.

"Protect His Majesty! Move closer to him!"

Covered in blood, Zizhu screamed and fought desperately with the remaining Mulan soldiers to shrink the protective circle.

Li Shuchen's heart sank. He saw that about 70% of the rebels had dark red bandages wrapped around their arms, their eyes were fierce, and they fought like madmen.

The imperial army, comprising only 30% of the force, was scattered across various locations and was bogged down in a bitter struggle.

The situation took a sharp turn for the worse

At the edge of the chaotic crowd, a figure dressed in the robes of a prime minister, his hat pulled low, coldly observed the fighting, especially the battle between Liang Yuying and Jia Wuqiu, using the pillars and the panicked crowd as cover.

Seeing Jia Wuqiu being beaten back and forth by Liang Yuying, looking utterly pathetic, a faint, mocking, and indifferent smile even appeared on his lips, as if he were looking at a pawn about to be discarded and rendered useless.

It was Meng Tianzi!

He didn't care about Jia Wuqiu's life or death at all, and might even be happy to see it happen. As long as the chaos continued and the emperor and empress were still in danger, his chance was still there!

Although Jia Wuqiu's vision was blurred and he was wracked with pain, his expert senses remained intact.

In the brief moments between his desperate attempts to fend off Liang Yuying's relentless attacks, his stinging, tearful eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of a familiar figure at the edge of the crowd, a cold smile playing on their lips.

That's Meng Tianzi!

He's laughing?!

Laughing at his own pathetic state?

Laughing at his own death throes?

In an instant, Jia Wuqiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

After years of lying low, enduring humiliation and scheming, it turns out that in the eyes of his master, he was nothing more than a pawn that could be discarded at any time, or even someone he was happy to see destroyed.

All promises

Is being second only to the emperor and wielding immense power just a mirage?

What you risked your life for was just an insignificant game on someone else's chessboard.

My heart felt as if it had been plunged into an icy abyss in the dead of winter, instantly chilled to the bone, utterly still.

All the persistence, ambition, and ruthlessness lost their footing at this moment.

"Clang!" A crisp sound