Although the guards in the Eighth Layer Palace were already on their guard, they were still forced back by the attacks of Mo Yun's master archer.
"Tell me, where is the Mo Family's son?" Mo Yun held a bow and arrow in his hand and aimed at an imperial guard who was injured on the ground and threatened.
"Don't even think about it!" The wounded Imperial Guard glared hatefully at this person wearing the same clothes but with a face that was different from the Tang. Only now did they realize that the rebels were Turks.
"You have a backbone. What a pity," Mo Yun sneered as he coldly pulled on his bow, preparing to end this person's life.
"I heard that you were looking for this Mo!" A voice suddenly rang out, causing both sides to pause. Meton had appeared on the battlefield.
"Merton, be careful." The surviving Eighth Layer Palace guards hurriedly retreated to protect Meton.
"Mo Jiazi!" Mo Yun narrowed his eyes. He had naturally recognized this legendary figure of the Tang dynasty at a glance, but he had not expected Mo Jiazi to not only not flee, but actually show himself.
"Correct, it is this Mo! Where is the Ashina Society? "Meton coldly asked.
Mo Yun was stunned. He had not expected this person to be able to identify the leader of this rebellion as the Ashina Society.
"Killing you, Mo Jiazi, is as easy as pie. There is no need for the general to personally take action. Seeing that you've come out of your own accord, I presume that you're somewhat of a man. Strange, I will leave your corpse intact," Mo Yun savagely said.
"Merton, be careful. This person is a master archer," an Eighth Layer Palace guard said with lingering fear.
"Master archer? Then it just so happens that this Marquis has just obtained a peerless weapon and wants to test it out. "Meton pushed aside the guards' protection and stepped out to confront Mo Yun.
Mo Yun laughed heartily. His life's accomplishments were based on the bow in his hands, and Mo Jiazi dared to compete with him. This was simply seeking death.
The two of them focused and suddenly moved.
"Bang!" An extremely powerful sound reverberated throughout the entire Ninety Percent Palace.
Mo Yun's entire body trembled as he looked at the bloody hole in his body in disbelief. Mo Jiazi was a full 30 steps away from him, and he had already lost before he could even release his bow and arrow.
"Gunpowder!" Mo Yun said with difficulty.
He was facing Mo Jiazi, and he could clearly see a ball of fire coming out of the black hole in Mo Jiazi's hand. The smell of gunpowder was already assaulting his senses.
However, the immense pain in his body, as well as the constant loss of his life force, was not what Mo Yun was most frightened of. What truly frightened him was Mo Jiazi's weapon's absolute suppression of his arrows.
If it was said that Ashina Society rebelled for the sake of power, then Mo Yun was truly wholeheartedly devoted to the restoration of the Turks' country. Even if he had to sacrifice his life for it, he would not hesitate. Otherwise, with Ashina Society's character, it was impossible for Mo Yun to follow them unswervingly.
However, the Turks' greatest weapon was their mounted archery. Now that Mo Jiazi had actually developed a gunpowder weapon that could suppress bows and arrows, didn't that mean that the grassland's only advantage had disappeared?
"The Turks are finished!" Mo Yun couldn't help but feel a burst of sorrow in his heart. Immediately, he fell into boundless darkness.
"Victory!" The guards of the Eighty Percent Palace couldn't help but rejoice. It must be known that the greatest threat present was Mo Yun, this godly archer. However, he actually fell under Merton's peerless weapon, which immediately made everyone's heart tremble.
Meton looked at the revolver in his hand. This was a defensive weapon that the entire Mo Family Village had created for him. He originally wanted to use it as a trump card for the Firearms Supervisor. Unfortunately, in the blink of an eye, he was removed from his position as the Firearms Supervisor. This weapon naturally fell into Meton's hands. Although it was not as accurate as the weapons of the future, in close combat, it was more than enough to deal damage.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! "The revolver fired continuously. One by one, the rebel Turks suffered heavy damage and screamed miserably.
"Kill!" The guards of the Eighty Percent Palace took the opportunity to counterattack. Originally, the guards of the Eighty Percent Palace were retreating because they had no leader. In addition, Mo Yun's godly archer was suppressing them.
Now, the situation had reversed. Now, the rebel Turks had no leader, and the Eighty Percent Palace had regained its backbone with Merton. Not to mention, every time Merton's gun fired, a rebel Turk would fall, giving the rebel Turks enough pressure.
"For the Turks, fight to the death!" However, even though the rebel Turks suffered heavy losses, they still fought to the death and fought back crazily.
However, everything was in vain. With the continuous cooperation of the guards of the Eighty Percent Palace, the rebel Turks' resistance gradually decreased until it completely disappeared.
Seeing the last rebel Turks fall, Meton heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at the revolver in his hand that was about to be scrapped. If the Mo Family Village did not manufacture the revolver at the fastest speed possible, he would not have been able to escape today. Unfortunately, even with the industrial foundation of the Mo Family Village, the revolver manufactured was still not up to standard. After firing a few shots, it was already close to being scrapped.
When Meton saw that the guards of the Eighty Percent Palace had confirmed that the rebel Turks had been completely eliminated, he immediately ordered, "Gather the entire army. Leave a portion to treat the wounded soldiers. The rest of you, immediately rescue the Ninety Percent Palace!"
"Yes!" All the soldiers suddenly shouted.
However, what made Meton surprised was that even the wounded soldiers were so excited that they wanted to go to the Ninety Percent Palace to rescue the emperor. As long as they were not on the verge of death, they would crawl to the Ninety Percent Palace even if they had to crawl!
Meton could not help but smile bitterly and silently agree with this behavior.
"I hope that the emperor can hold on." Meton prayed in his heart.
An incense stick's worth of time ago.
Ashina Leader, who was covered in blood, rushed to the Ninety Percent Palace. Similarly, the guards of the Ninety Percent Palace raised the weapons in their hands.
"General Sun, quickly, quickly inform His Majesty that His Highness King Jin has rebelled and led a large number of rebel soldiers to attack!" Ashina Leader shouted to the general of the Ninety Percent Palace, Sun Wukai.
"King Jin is rebelling!" Sun Wukai could not help but be shocked. As the general of the Ninety Percent Palace, he naturally knew that His Highness King Jin was coming today. However, after waiting for a long time, King Jin's figure did not appear. Instead, he received the news that King Jin was rebelling.
"That's right, King Jin's rebel army has already broken through four lines of defense and is approaching the Ninety Percent Palace. General Sun, please ask His Majesty to move. Let us fight to the death to stop King Jin's rebel army." Ashina Leader said with a loyal expression. Moreover, he was familiar with the layout of the Ninety Percent Palace, so he spoke word for word.
Sun Wukai immediately panicked. It was clear that there was indeed a rebel army causing trouble in the Ninety Percent Palace. Since they were causing trouble, their target was naturally the emperor. The most important thing was to ensure the emperor's safety.
However, just as Sun Wukai was about to move, the sound of gunpowder suddenly came from the direction of the Ninety Percent Palace, instantly waking Sun Wukai up.
"That's not right!" Sun Wukai's heart trembled. He suddenly leaned to the side and dodged Ashina Leader's assassination attempt.
"Ashina Leader, you should be outside the Ninety Percent Palace. You can't appear in front of the Ninety Percent Palace. You are the rebel army!" Sun Wukai coldly shouted.
Ashina Leader sighed in regret. If it were not for that loud sound, he might have succeeded. Moreover, the loud sound of gunpowder came from the direction of the Ninety Percent Palace. The Moyun Tribe was attacking there, causing Mo Jiazi to use gunpowder. Clearly, the battle was not going well.
What worried him even more was that such a loud sound would definitely alarm the guards of the Ninety Percent Palace. He had to end the battle quickly.
The Ashina Society Leader waved his hand, and the Turkic rebel army immediately pressed forward.
Sun Wukai loudly shouted, "Don't fight them head-on. Use the terrain to delay them. The enemy is the Turks. Everyone speak loudly to distinguish between friend and foe."
The reason why the Turks had been able to succeed so many times was because they were wearing the armor of the Tang Dynasty. They could not distinguish between friend and foe. However, Sun Wukai had thought of a way to break out of this situation, and that was language.
Although the Turks had been in the Tang Dynasty for many years, their Chinese was still very different from the native Turks. They used language to distinguish between friend and foe, causing the Turks to lose their advantage.
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