The rebel army pressed in, completely encircling the camp.
Emperor Qiwen, Shu He, the hidden guards, Jiang Dongping and his son, and all the military officials of the fourth rank and above were formidable fighters, each capable of taking on a hundred enemies. They carved their way in and out of the rebel ranks, inflicting heavy losses on the forces brought by Baili Moyin. What had once been fifty thousand troops now stood at perhaps only thirty thousand. While thirty thousand was not a massive force, within the Capital, it remained a formidable power.
The swarming Yonghua Army surrounded everyone. Emperor Qiwen’s face was like an icicle birthed from frozen depths, radiating a chilling, intimidating aura. He gripped his sword so tightly his knuckles turned white, wishing he could strike dead the rebellious wretch before him with a single blow.
Chapter 650