"kill--"

Lin Che led more than 2,000 soldiers from the Shenji Camp and rushed into the Youdu Palace.

He was facing the panicked palace guards. Without even a second glance, he swung out with his sword, killing them on the spot.

The war spear was still in the divine python's head, and now he was holding the Hanyue Sword.

After rushing into the palace, there was no resistance at all. Even when they encountered palace soldiers, they fled in all directions.

If they encountered some royal family members, eunuchs, or maids, they would have no intention of resisting. They all had big bags and were ready to run away.

Lin Che didn't even have time to pick up the treasures, and his treasure bag was full.

It can only be handed over to the soldiers around you.

"Ah... spare us. Spare us, we are willing to acknowledge the general as our master, please don't kill us."

They ran into some fleeing princes, who were so scared that they knelt down and begged for mercy on the spot.

In this situation, there was no hesitation at all and the person was killed directly.

The reason was simple. Lin Che had already annihilated the other party's nation and clan. With such a deep hatred, would he still leave one or two princes behind so that the other party could seek revenge on him later?

It would be a mercy not to break and cook the eggs laid by the royal hawks.

Tick-tick!

Lin Che strode up the stairs, and in front of him was the magnificent Golden Throne Hall.

A strong smell of blood came towards me. Several maids had fallen at the door, and the ground was covered with blood.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please spare my life, Your Majesty... I have been with you since I was eight years old and gave birth to three princes for you... Ah!"

A woman's screams were heard from the Golden Palace.

The sound also stopped abruptly.

Lin Che stepped through the door and immediately saw the cruel scene in the Golden Throne Hall.

Dozens of people had been killed throughout the hall, including men, women, young and old. Judging from their clothes, they should be princes, princesses, ministers, and concubines...

The only person still standing was an old man covered in blood, holding a sword.

He was dressed in imperial robes, had a full beard, and looked haggard.

It looked like it was unsteady on its feet, and its expression was ferocious and terrifying.

"Traitors, you are a bunch of trash... trash!!"

He shouted angrily, and finally turned around slowly to look at Lin Che and the group of soldiers from the Divine Machine Battalion.

Slowly, he pointed the sword at Lin Che and shouted:

"Who are you? Are you here to seize my throne too? Huh?"

"Gong Zhaowu, you really are so busy, have you really forgotten me?!"

Lin Che bowed, walked over slowly and introduced himself as if it were just a normal chat.

"The former great hostage, Lin Che! Your Majesty, do you remember him?"

"It's you, it's you!"

Gong Zhaowu's face was filled with rage. He waved his blood-stained sleeve and said angrily, "It is you who brought disaster to Yanyun. If I had known this earlier, I would have killed you with a single blow."

"It's not too late now!" Lin Che said calmly.

Gong Zhaowu snorted and sneered twice. He naturally knew that the situation was hopeless and it was impossible to kill Lin Che.

He raised his head to the heavens and shouted angrily, "Among the Yanyun royal family, not a single one is cowardly. Today, my Duke Zhaowu has lost Yanyun. I have no face to face the previous emperors..."

After saying this, he looked at Lin Che, as if to discuss something:

"After I die, can you please give our royal family some respect... and not treat the bodies of those women..."

"Don't worry!"

Lin Che agreed without waiting for Gong Zhaowu to finish. Back then, when the Yanyun royal family seized the Sixteen States, they brutally "abused" the women who resisted!

Although they were royal family members, they never thought that the Sixteen States belonged to them. They just came to occupy them.

Therefore, whether in the past or now, these royal families have never truly regarded the people of the Sixteen States as their own subjects.

"My people would never do such a beastly thing. The people of the Sixteen States are the people of Dagan!"

Gong Zhaowu nodded: "Okay! Remember, you are a great scholar. Don't go back on your word!"

"Any other last words?"

Lin Che spoke calmly. Even if he wasn't a great scholar, he wouldn't allow his subordinates to abuse women and children.

Gong Zhaowu slowly placed the sword on his neck. The sword energy spread and instantly cut a thin wound on his neck, and blood oozed out.

"Lin Che... I have a large amount of gold, silver, and jewelry beneath my underground palace. These cowardly losers tried to take it, but I stopped them. If possible, I beg you to leave half for the Great Wall of Fortune. I've been so ashamed of the Great Wall Army for so many years!"

Boom!!!

The sword flashed.

Gong Zhaowu's neck was bleeding profusely, and he committed suicide...

Lin Che looked at Gong Zhaowu's body, remaining calm on the surface.

Gong Zhaowu's suicide may be the best outcome.

Although he knew it was unnecessary, Lin Che still gave the order: "Pass it down. After the Divine Machine Battalion enters the city, strictly enforce military discipline."

"yes--"

Lin Che thought for a moment and then said, "Also inform General Wen Hong of my order."

"yes--"

At sunset.

The Shenji Camp and the Black Armor Army had already completely occupied Youdu. The banner of Dagan had already been raised on the city walls.

In the huge Youdu, except for some civilians, almost everyone was slaughtered.

"General Lin, what are your plans next?" Wen Hong asked seriously.

Lin Che still had great respect for Wen Hong and said, "I'd like to hear the old general's opinion."

"Although we have conquered Youdu, it is not time to celebrate yet. The fall of Youdu may prompt other states to surrender quickly, and it may also provoke counterattacks from other kings of different surnames."

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