Chapter 93
Murder to Silence
Tell me, who are "they"?
Zhu Dijun's voice, like a divine judgment, echoed in every corner of the global live broadcast.
Batu collapsed to the ground, his eyes completely broken, his lips trembling, as if he was about to reveal that shocking secret.
"Yes...yes..."
However, the moment he opened his mouth!
"Bang!"
A dull yet sharp explosion was broadcast around the world through the live broadcast microphone!
That wasn't the crisp sound of a pistol, but the unique, tearing sound of death unique to high-precision sniper rifles!
At the press conference, a flower of blood suddenly bloomed on Batu's forehead!
His pupils dilated instantly, and all his brilliance, along with the secret that was about to be revealed, was forever sealed in endless darkness by a bullet.
His body slumped down.
At almost the same time, at the archaeological site!
Zhu Dijun's body reacted instinctively within 0.1 seconds of hearing the gunshot!
He suddenly fell to the side!
"Bang!"
Another shot rang out!
A bullet, carrying the scorching heat of death, grazed his neck and finally pierced his left shoulder!
puff!
A cloud of blood mist exploded on his shoulder!
A sharp pain instantly spread throughout my body!
But Zhu Dijun didn't even utter a groan. He endured the excruciating pain, rolled over on the ground, and with all his might, let out a thunderous roar at the armed police officers around him!
"Sniper!"
"Everyone take cover! Protect the scene!"
"There's a mole! Cut off all external signals!"
The scene instantly descended into extreme chaos and tension!
The armed police officers quickly formed a combat formation, tightly protecting Zhu Dijun, Zhu Zhiming, and others in the center, their guns pointed warily in all directions.
The medical staff rushed over, screaming.
Zhu Zhiming's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the wound on Zhu Dijun's shoulder that was gushing blood, and let out a beast-like roar:
"Grab him! Grab him right now! Dig him out of the sky and the earth, find him!"
Above the sky.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who had just been overjoyed at the ruthless methods of his descendants, froze completely with a smile.
The entire Hongwu Hall was deathly silent.
Everyone saw it.
They saw the traitor, who looked like a clown, with a bloody hole suddenly appearing in his head.
Then, they saw that descendant who made them proud, the backbone of China, suddenly collapse to the ground, blood gushing from his shoulder, under the watchful eyes of the crowd!
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
next second.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
An indescribable, earth-shattering rage erupted from Zhu Yuanzhang's chest!
That was not the wrath of an emperor.
That was the most primal and frenzied rage of an old father watching helplessly as his most outstanding son was murdered by the most vicious means!
"Musketeers! Muskets!"
Zhu Di's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't understand what a sniper rifle was, but he recognized it as a type of firearm!
Someone, using firearms far ahead of their time, severely injured his most prized descendant from thousands of miles away!
"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"
The guards outside the hall were terrified by the terrifying roar and rushed in.
But what they saw was the founding emperor with bloodshot eyes and an aura of murderous intent emanating from his body!
"roll!!!"
Zhu Yuanzhang kicked over the dragon table in front of him, and the solid golden nanmu wood shattered into pieces!
He pointed to Judy Jun's blood-stained shoulder on the sky, and to Batu, who had become a corpse. His body trembled violently, and every word seemed to have been pulled out of a sea of blood.
"They dare!"
"How dare they?!"
"In front of us! In front of the whole world! They harmed our children and grandchildren! They killed to silence us!"
"This is a slap in our face! This is a slap in the face of my Great Ming Dynasty!!"
Empress Ma was also shocked and turned pale. She gripped Zhu Yuanzhang's arm tightly, her voice trembling:
"Zhongba! Zhongba, calm down! That young man... that fourth young man..."
"calm?"
Zhu Yuanzhang shoved everyone aside, looking like a madman!
"We can't stay calm!"
"Send word! Send out our decree!"
"Imperial Guards! Sweep out in full force! Turn Kaifeng upside down! Leave no one alive who is connected to that six-pointed star! We will make them pay with their blood for the blood my great-grandson shed!"
"Tell Li Wenzhong! Tell Lan Yu! Tell all the generals stationed abroad!"
"From this day forward, wherever the mighty forces of our Great Ming Dynasty point, we will face any non-Muslims, Jurchens, or any other ethnic groups associated with this sorcery!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's voice has become a curse that resounds through the ages.
"Kill! No mercy!"
Meanwhile, in Yongle Time and Space, at the Imperial Palace in Beiping.
Zhu Di and his three foolish sons also witnessed this terrifying scene.
King Zhao, Zhu Gaosui, clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and he was oblivious to the blood flowing out.
He looked up at the sky and saw his 18th-generation descendant, who was connected to him by blood, being hit by an unknown "musket," his clothes stained with blood. His heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, turning ice-cold instantly!
The next moment, the coldness transformed into a raging inferno!
"Arrogant!"
Zhu Gaosui slammed his fist into the pillar beside him, making a dull thud!
"Damn Buryats! Damn Khazars!"
His eyes were bloodshot and his face was contorted in a ferocious expression.
"I will slaughter you all! If I can't kill your descendants, can't I at least destroy you now?!"
"A six-pointed star, right? Buryat, right?"
Zhu Gaosui suddenly turned around, knelt on one knee facing Zhu Di on the throne, and spoke in a booming voice!
"Father! Your son requests permission to lead three thousand elite cavalry northwards to annihilate all tribes associated with this barbarian!"
"I, Zhu Gaosui, hereby swear that I will fight these scoundrels of the gutter to the death!"
Modern archaeological site.
Zhu Dijun was rushed onto a stretcher, and just before being put into the ambulance, he endured the excruciating pain and gripped Zhu Zhiming's hand tightly.
His face was pale from blood loss, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, burning with the flames of revenge.
"Second Uncle..."
He was breathing heavily, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"The enemy... is more ruthless than we imagined."
"They are...declaring war on our entire country!"
"Inform your superiors..."
"This war begins now..."
"There are no more rules!"