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Chapter 725: The ministers were trapped, and Dong Zhuo publicly murdered the king
Weiyang Palace, at the entrance of the main hall.

Surrounded by a dozen personal soldiers, Dong Zhuo stood here silently, scanning everything around him with cold eyes, as if he wanted to engrave it all in his heart forever.

In the rising flames, Dong Zhuo's mind was shaken.

He seemed to see his past glory and honor, as well as his present despair and doom.

However, the anti-Dong coalition did not give him much time to sigh, as Dong Cheng, Dong Yong, Wang Yun, Huangfu Song and others rushed to the gate of the main hall.

From a distance, they denounced Dong Zhuo's madness and shamelessness, demanding that he hand over the emperor and stop his fearless resistance.

But Dong Zhuo just sneered, ignored them, and walked calmly towards the dragon throne.

There, the little emperor Liu Xie was sitting trembling, staring at everything around him in horror.

"Emperor, oh emperor, take another look, take another good look."

Dong Zhuo stood beside Liu Xie and pointed at the approaching civil and military officials and shouted:
"Just take a good look at all this, look at these traitors who want to drive you to death!"

Liu Xie shook his head desperately, unable to speak as his mouth was stuffed. However, the civil officials and soldiers who followed Dong Zhuo in shouted angrily:

"Dong Zhuo, you bastard, stop spreading lies and misleading the people here!"

Dong Cheng's eyes widened with anger and he roared at the top of his lungs.

"Don't panic, Your Majesty. We will definitely rescue you!"

Wang Yun was also indignant. As he spoke, he followed the Huben soldiers in front of him and rushed into the hall, stepping on the corpses of the Xiliang soldiers on the ground at the entrance of the hall.

Immediately after him, Huang Wan, Huangfu Song and others also rushed in one by one, and confronted Dong Zhuo and his soldiers tensely from a certain distance.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the little emperor suddenly broke free of his bound hands, tore off the rag in his mouth, jumped off the throne, and shouted anxiously:
"Get out!"

"do not come!"

"All are coming out soon"

Before the emperor could finish his words, he was grabbed by Dong Zhuo who was beside him, slapped hard in the face, stuffed with rags, and then pushed back onto the throne by two soldiers.

This scene made the righteous warriors who rushed into the palace to fight against Dong Zhuo burst into tears:

"Dong Zhongying!"

"Rebellious ministers and traitors!"

"You've already failed!"

"If you still have a trace of consciousness as a subject, and still remember the kindness of the late emperor, you should release His Majesty the Emperor immediately!"

"Otherwise, we will cut you into pieces to thank the world!"

Faced with the condemnation of the crowd, Dong Zhuo just sneered and said nothing.

He looked at the rebels who rushed in one by one, silently calculating in his heart.

Time passed by minute by minute, and with the crackling of the flames, the tense situation was on the verge of breaking out.

Dong Zhuo has time to waste here, but the anti-Dong faction obviously does not have this time.

These patriots who were against Dong Zhuo knew very well that if they could not rush over to rescue the emperor as soon as possible, they would most likely die in the sea of ​​fire along with the traitor Dong Zhuo.

So, after unsuccessful attempts to persuade them to surrender, even though they saw Dong Zhuo holding the emperor hostage, everyone still resolutely launched an attack, trying to break through Dong Zhuo's last line of defense here.

"kill!"

"No time!"

"Follow me quickly to kill Dong and save the emperor!"

Everyone shouted loudly, raised their arms in encouragement, and sprinted towards the final victory.

As a result, at this moment, the pillars at the entrance of the main hall suddenly collapsed.

In an instant, in the red flames and thick smoke, not only was the gate destroyed and sealed, but dozens of soldiers and officials who were crowded at the gate were also killed.

Suddenly, everyone in the palace finally understood why the emperor had desperately shouted at them to go out.

However, it was obviously too late.

"God damn thief Dong!"

"He actually set a trap!"

"It's terrible, the escape route for the people inside has been cut off!" "What should we do? We must find a way to rescue them!"

Outside the main hall, Zhu Jun, Yang Biao and others who followed closely behind suddenly changed their expressions when they saw this sudden change.

They were glad that they arrived a little late and were not blocked inside, but they were also angry that Dong Zhuo was so cruel.

"Quick! Go organize people to put out the fire, and make sure to open up a passage!"

Zhu Jun shouted angrily and pointed his sword at the soldiers beside him, urging them to take action.

At the same time, Yang Biao also hurriedly led his men to run around the main hall, looking for other entrances that could destroy the intrusion.

However, Dong Zhuo's soldiers in the main hall moved quickly.

According to Dong Min's previous arrangements, they had already sealed the window frames, and no matter how hard Yang Biao and others pounded with swords, they could not break open an entrance.

"No, this won't work at all!"

"It would be great if we had a battering ram, but at least we should have some tools like a mace and a crowbar!"

Yang Biao stamped his feet anxiously. What he said was right, but where could he find these tools at the moment?

Although they had rushed to the main hall, there were still many remnants of Dong Zhuo fighting desperately in the palace. For a while, it was very difficult to even organize people to find water wells to put out the fire.

For a moment, a cloud of despair shrouded everyone's hearts.

However, even so, they did not give up, and everyone was doing their best.

Whether it was Zhu Jun, Yang Biao and others outside who were desperately organizing the rescue, or Dong Cheng, Dong Yong, Wang Yun, Huangfu Song and other trapped people in the hall, they were also desperately trying to save themselves.

However, compared to outside the hall, the situation of everyone inside the hall is obviously extremely dangerous.

As the vanguard, they were not only trapped in the fire, but also had to face a large number of desperate and crazy Dong Zhuo soldiers in the palace.

Knowing that they would die, these Xiliang warriors all held the idea that killing one would not be a loss, and killing two would be a huge profit.

When they saw those who wanted to help outsiders and destroy the windows to save themselves, they besieged and strangled them frantically, and soon trapped the soldiers who had entered the hall to fight against Dong Zhuo in a corner of the hall.

"Hahahaha!"

Dong Zhuo looked at those anti-Dong heroes who were trapped with pale faces and hopelessness, and laughed wildly and gleefully.

"Don't you want to kill me?"

"Don't you want my head?"

"Come on, give it a try!"

Dong Zhuo's laughter echoed in the burning hall, sounding particularly harsh and arrogant.

He slowly walked towards the anti-Dong soldiers trapped in the corner, his eyes full of ridicule and provocation:
"Look at what you are like now. Do you still have the nerve to call yourself a hero? In my eyes, you are nothing but a bunch of pitiful trapped animals!"

"Dare to betray me, this is what will happen to you!"

After hearing Dong Zhuo's words, the morale of the heroes who were fighting against Dong Zhuo fell to an extremely low level, and many of them fell into despair and powerlessness.

Wang Yun looked around, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes flashing with determination and indomitable spirit.

At this desperate moment, he finally tore off the disguise he had been wearing in front of Dong Zhuo, stepped forward, and shouted:
"My fellow comrades, we are here for the sake of national justice and to save the emperor! How can we be discouraged by the arrogance of this traitor?"

"I believe that our colleagues outside are working hard to rescue them, and we must not give up easily!"

After hearing Wang Yun's words, Dong Cheng also stood up and said in a trembling but powerful voice:
"Yes! We must not let this traitor succeed! Even if we die, we must protect His Majesty!"

"Yes! Save His Majesty, save His Majesty first!" Dong Yong also shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, everyone shouted and cheered themselves up, wanting to make one last effort.

However, Dong Zhuo ignored them, sneered, and turned away.

In full view of the public, Dong Zhuo walked calmly towards the dragon throne, picked up the little emperor Liu Xie whose face was swollen, held him up to face the ministers, and then put his hand on the sword.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of cold light, and before Emperor Liu Xie could react, his chest was pierced by the sharp blade.

Dong Zhuo's move was like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone present.

Liu Xie stared with wide eyes, looking at the blade that had pierced his chest in disbelief, and felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

He wanted to struggle and shout, but in the end he could do nothing. In great fear, his body drooped weakly, and blood stained Dong Zhuo's arms and clothes red.

(End of this chapter)