Chapter 129: Hu Weiyong's Rebellion (End)

The guards behind Zhu Yuanzhang no longer had the energy to pay any attention to Hu Weiyong at this moment.

They all rushed headlong to the front of Zhu Yuanzhang, shielding him behind their own bodies.

Yet Zhu Yuanzhang, at this time, did not show the slightest panic; he sat upon the Dragon Chariot, rose to his feet, and looked coldly at Hu Weiyong, who was fleeing into the distance.

Even while fleeing, Hu Weiyong did not forget to look back at Zhu Yuanzhang's situation.

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang standing on the Dragon Chariot, looking at him coldly, Hu Weiyong was not frightened by Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze.

What time did he think it was, still unable to put down his airs? As long as he ordered a single volley, Zhu Yuanzhang would surely die without a doubt.

When that time came, he would definitely make him watch to his heart's content!

Thinking this, Hu Weiyong suddenly realized why there had been no movement from his side until now.

Seeing that he was almost home, he wondered why these people hadn't fired a single shot.

Looking back, Hu Weiyong suddenly discovered that his side had already fallen into chaos.

Not knowing where things had gone wrong, Hu Weiyong hurriedly quickened his pace and finally reached his own men.

"What is going on? Why haven't you fired yet!"

As soon as Hu Weiyong arrived, he hurriedly urged them.

But the household soldiers on the side did not make a single move.

At this moment, a steward stepped forward and said, "It's bad, Prime Minister. The gunpowder we retrieved has a problem; it is all soaked with water and cannot be fired at all."

Hearing this, Hu Weiyong suddenly felt the world spinning around him.

It was over, completely over!

Hu Weiyong supported his forehead with one hand, then looked toward Lao Zhu's side.

Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang was still staring at him fixedly without saying a word, Hu Weiyong felt a heart full of unwillingness.

What are you so smug about!

Looking at the household soldiers around him, Hu Weiyong steeled his heart and decided to fight to the death.

Thinking this, Hu Weiyong said directly, "Tell the brothers to take their blades and charge over. There aren't many guards around Zhu Yuanzhang; as long as we seize the time to kill Zhu Yuanzhang, we still have a chance."

"Tell the brothers that life and death hang in the balance; if we are one step too slow, no one will survive. As long as Zhu Yuanzhang dies, everyone will ascend to heaven in one step. I, Hu Weiyong, will certainly not treat everyone unfairly!"

The steward heard Hu Weiyong's words, nodded, drew the sword at his waist, and shouted, "Brothers, wealth and honor are in this one moment! Charge!"

As the steward's voice fell, whether they were the household soldiers in the alley or those lying in ambush in the shadows, they all rushed toward Lao Zhu in a swarm.

Seeing a large crowd surrounding Lao Zhu, Hu Weiyong's hanging heart finally settled.

Regardless of the process, as long as Zhu Yuanzhang died, he could continue to implement his plan.

At this moment, the corners of Hu Weiyong's mouth had just lifted as he began to fantasize about life after Zhu Yuanzhang's death, but suddenly, a gunshot pulled him back to reality.

And this gunshot seemed to be a signal, followed by countless gunshots crackling in succession.

Hu Weiyong's household servants fell in rows, just like wheat harvested after autumn.

Accompanied by countless screams and wails, in less than half a minute, more than half of the men had fallen.

Only a few dozen people remained standing in place, safe and sound.

These people seemed as if they had been stunned; clearly, they had not reacted to how their companions, who were just beside them, had died in an instant.

But while these household soldiers were stunned, the people on Zhu Yuanzhang's side were not.

Seeing the crisis resolved and only a few dozen people left who were scared witless, the guards immediately sent half their number to charge up.

Those who could serve as Zhu Yuanzhang's guards were at the very least battle-hardened soldiers, the elite of every army.

Killing these household soldiers was like cutting grass.

In no more than three minutes, Hu Weiyong's confident rebellion was completely quelled.

Yet at this moment, Hu Weiyong paid no attention to any of this, only staring fixedly in one direction.

He was not staring at Zhu Yuanzhang, but at Zhu Gaoxi!

The hatred in his eyes could not be concealed, and of course, Hu Weiyong did not need to conceal anything anymore.

That gaze looked as if it wanted to flay Zhu Gaoxi alive.

Of course, while feeling hatred, he was also astonished—astonished at how Zhu Gaoxi could have appeared here.

And he had brought his two thousand elite soldiers with him.

The reason Zhu Gaoxi was able to appear here was, of course, because he had already discussed it with Lao Zhu beforehand.

Yesterday, after Zhu Gaoxi told Lao Zhu that Hu Weiyong had stolen the Divine Weapon Battalion's Daming Guns, he also told Lao Zhu that he had already added water to the gunpowder to make it damp.

Knowing that Hu Weiyong was about to rebel, how could Zhu Gaoxi let such a great merit of saving the Emperor slip by?

Immediately, Zhu Gaoxi discussed with Lao Zhu how to apprehend Hu Weiyong.

In the end, of course, Zhu Gaoxi took Lao Zhu's imperial warrant, left the city during the morning court session, and then hurried back with the warrant.

Of course, there was a small accident on the way; the household servants Hu Weiyong had arranged to intercept Zhu Gaoxi had not expected Zhu Gaoxi to be heading out from the city.

However, that household servant was still very responsible in wanting to complete his mission, but unfortunately, the Daming Guns could not fire, and he was, of course, discovered by Zhu Gaoxi.

There was no need for Zhu Gaoxi to take action; the few Embroidered Uniform Guards following him took those people down.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Gaoxi could only feel fortunate in his heart that he hadn't arrived late, and it looked like his timing was just right.