Qin Ze's hawk-like gaze was fixed straight ahead, in the direction of the south of the city, which was also the direction Jin Jianren had fled.

In the past few days, Qin Ze has led his troops in hot pursuit of Kim Geon-in, who has fled from Huichang.

Jin Jianren escaped quickly enough, but Qin Ze pursued him closely enough. Along the way, in order to escape smoothly, Jin Jianren had his henchmen launch multiple rounds of ambushes.

Of course, this kind of ambush means certain death.

Qin Ze didn't care. Although Jin Jianren's corpses had some fighting power, they were no match for him now!

The so-called blocking did not slow him down; on the contrary, the pursuit intensified.

By this point, they had fought their way to Jinling.

Qin Ze had expected a tough battle ahead, but he was surprised to find that Jinling was so undefended, lacking even proper city defenses.

This has both advantages and disadvantages.

Fortunately, they had been fighting their way from Beiliang for several months. In order to successfully enter Jinling, there should have been another battle to fight, namely the battle surrounding the city of Jinling.

But now, stepping into Nanjing, things have gone much more smoothly than I imagined.

Admittedly, this is a joyous occasion, but it also means that the now-empty city of Jinling is probably deserted.

Entering from the North Gate today, the scenery along the way remains exactly the same as before.

But if nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid the south of the city... will definitely look different now.

However, there was no time to think about it now. The most important thing at the moment was to kill Kim Gun-in, who was fleeing ahead!

After several days, Qin Ze was already furious and couldn't wait to settle the score!

Although the sun had already set, the night of New Year's Eve did not seem dark.

Nine days above, a full moon hangs in the sky, as round and full as a jade plate.

This is a new moon.

The bright new moon cast its silvery light, which, when it shone on the city, seemed to drape Jinlingdu in a layer of silver frost.

But within this silver frost, there were also large patches of red, a color unique to the New Year.

Between red and white —

"Da da".

"Da da".

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves echoed across the ground, the banners fluttered in the wind, and the paper-cut window decorations on the curtains of the houses along the street swayed in the breeze.

With a "snap".

A window was pushed open from the inside.

In almost a breath or two, "pop pop pop," one after another, multiple windows were opened.

The door, now covered with newly pasted couplets, opened at that moment.

One door, two doors, three doors...

Through the open door, figures gradually emerged: men, women, the elderly, middle-aged people, young people, and children.

People of different ages and appearances gradually came out of the house.

The sound of horses' hooves continued to ring out, and the great banner was still being blown high by the wind.

Under the silvery moonlight, the bright red flag seemed to truly become a burning flame, as if it brought warmth to the air on this winter New Year's Eve.

The fiery red flags, the vibrant flags, and the voices of men, women, and children resonate.

"Your Highness! You're back!!!"

When a deep, powerful voice rang out, Qin Ze bit his lip.

Without even looking, he recognized whose voice it was.

That was Zhao Zhennan, the General of the Central Army who had once sent him to Beiliang.

Qin Ze turned his head and saw his figure in the crowd. Zhao Zhennan was surrounded by many people.

A teenager clung tightly to his leg, sniffling excitedly.

On the right, a little girl stood timidly to the side, her rosy cheeks and bright eyes that seemed to speak volumes.

In less than a year, Zhao Zhennan's temples had turned gray, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles.

This veteran fought so hard on the battlefield back then.

But weren't all the former members of the Chiyan Army like that?

Years of fighting, dying on the battlefield, countless lives lost, how many of those people are still alive today?

Those who sacrificed their lives for the cause should be remembered forever, and the troops I now lead are the new Chiyan Army for the cause.

The crimson flames will never die out; they will only be reborn in the flames.

Qin Ze did not speak; he simply nodded to Zhao Zhennan before turning his gaze back to the front.

That's what he needs to do now.

At that moment, a shout rang out.

"He went to the south of the city! Kim Geon-in is going to the capital!"

"Your Highness! Be careful!" It was Zhao Zhennan's voice again.

Qin Ze's lips curled up, and he finally smiled.

"good!"

"I'll kill him!!"

"drive!"

With a loud shout, thunderous voices erupted behind him.

Amidst the clamor of voices, Qin Ze led his troops into the south of the city, heading straight for the imperial city!

——

"General, there are too many pursuers behind us. Coming this way is not a wise choice."

At the gate of the imperial city, a pale-faced soldier looked at Kim Geon-in as he dismounted.

The bleeding from his injured brow bone had stopped and had dried into a scab, but even so, Kim Gun-in's face was still covered in blood.

He rubbed his sore eyes, and when he opened them again, all he saw was a hazy, blood-red color.

Beneath his disheveled hair and beard, his face bore an expression of unprecedented exhaustion.

He calmly asked, "How many people do we have left?"

When he asked the question, he turned to look at the soldiers behind him, his eyes filled with despair.

"Two or three hundred people."

"The rebels have been pursuing us all the way, and too many people have gone to intercept them."

Jin Jianren nodded, took his weapon from his horse, and walked towards the main gate without turning his head, saying:

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