Most ordinary soldiers of the imperial army were awakened in the middle of the night by the news that the rebels had entered the city. They were surrounded by enemies, the generals could not find their soldiers, and the soldiers could not contact their generals. In that state of panic, everyone could only instinctively flee, which led to a one-sided massacre.

Even if a few people with ambition wanted to organize and fight, their numbers were too small to stop the hordes of enemies, and they were quickly killed.

Seeing this outcome, the other companions were even more devastated and dared not even think of resisting. All that remained in their minds was the thought of escaping for their lives.

But when everyone saw the canopy and the white tiger banner standing high up, and someone shouted that the Empress was still there, everyone's previously devastated hearts suddenly found a pillar of support.

"Everyone, move towards the White Tiger Banner!"

"Fight for the Queen!"

...

The small units, which had been paralyzed in their command center and scattered like headless flies, suddenly found their backbone and began to regain their spirits, trying to get closer to Bi Linglong.

The Prince of Yan, who was watching the battle from a distance, noticed that the imperial army in the city, which had been on the verge of collapse, was showing signs of regrouping. He couldn't help but sigh, "Bi Linglong is indeed a talented girl. For a woman to have such courage in such a critical moment."

Prince Zhao Yuan of Guangling, who was standing next to her, nodded in agreement: "When she was the Crown Princess, she handled many government affairs in an orderly manner, and the court and the public respected her greatly."

At that time, everyone knew that the Crown Prince was an idiot, and she was the one who basically ran the Eastern Palace.

"It's a pity she betrayed the royal family's trust, failing to help the Zhao family defend the country and instead siding with some wild man," the Prince of Yan sneered.

“If she hadn’t done this, Your Highness, how would you have had this opportunity?” The Prince of Guangling smiled meaningfully.

A fleeting look of joy crossed the Prince of Yan's face, but he quickly suppressed it, saying, "I have done all this out of a sense of public duty, solely to protect the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

The Prince of Guangling also admired him, saying, "Your Highness is loyal to the country and a role model for us all."

He wondered to himself who it was that had been preparing for all these years, harboring rebellious intentions, yet was putting on this show.

The King of Yan knew that the other party was probably complaining in his heart, but he didn't care. Among all the kings, he was the most senior and had the highest prestige. He was the recognized leader of the alliance.

Speaking of which, I have to thank that guy Zuan. Now that Zhao Hao's direct bloodline is almost extinct, when he enters the capital, no one will be able to compete with him for the throne.

As long as we defeat the imperial army here and capture Bi Linglong...

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Don't you think she might take this opportunity to turn the tables?"

Zhao Yuan replied, "Your Highness is overthinking it. The imperial army is already in dire straits. What she is doing is merely prolonging her life. Besides, what we are most worried about is that she will take advantage of the chaos to escape. With her abilities, she might be able to regroup and fight back. But now she insists on fighting to the death, which gives us the opportunity to capture her in one battle."

The Prince of Yan's eyes lit up: "Excellent! As long as we capture and kill her here, the outcome will be decided!"

After saying this, he summoned his trusted confidants and ordered his most elite and loyal followers to capture Bi Linglong and bestow upon her a hereditary title.

Upon learning of the generous reward for capturing the Empress, the rebels became envious and charged towards the White Tiger Banner with roars of excitement.

Soon the fighting in the city reached a fever pitch, with the Central Army desperately moving closer to the White Tiger Banner, while the rebels were also desperately charging in that direction.

In the city lord's mansion halfway up the mountain, Zhang Zitong rushed anxiously to Bi Linglong's side: "Your Majesty, the rebels are only three hundred paces away from here. If we don't leave now, we really won't be able to leave."

She was covered in blood, clearly having just gone to the front lines to scout and then been caught in a fierce battle.

Bi Linglong drew her sword and gave him a cold look: "Commander Zhang, if you say anything that could undermine the morale of the army, even with the Regent's protection, I will still take military action."

When Zhang Zitong was swept over by her phoenix eyes, she couldn't help but feel a tremor in her heart.

She already possessed considerable authority when she was the Crown Princess in her early years, and now that she is the Empress, her aura has only grown stronger.

That was the domineering aura of an emperor. Zhang Zitong had no doubt that if she tried to persuade her to leave again, she would be killed on the spot.

Seeing that she had stopped speaking, Bi Linglong withdrew her gaze: "Now I don't need your protection anymore. You should lead the Imperial Guards into battle and join the front lines to have a chance of survival!"

She had been observing the battle situation and could see that the morale of the imperial army had indeed improved considerably after the White Tiger Banner was raised. However, the rebels were well-prepared, and the imperial forces that had come from various places were not organized in a cohesive manner.

Even though Murong Qinghe had just led men to try to provide support, and her marksmanship was superb, there were simply too many rebels, and their side quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Bi Linglong had already keenly sensed that the front-line defenses were about to collapse, and she had to throw the last of her forces into the fray.

Zhang Zitong was about to say that this would leave you with no usable forces, but remembering the other party's warning, she immediately stopped herself: "Yes, sir! Imperial guards, Embroidered-Robe Envoys, all those who can move, come with me!"

He immediately led his men and charged forward, managing to stabilize the defensive line.

Upon seeing her arrival, Murong Qinghe was taken aback: "Since you're here, where is His Majesty?"

Zhang Zitong said with a wry smile, "His Majesty sent me."

Murong Qinghe fell silent. She understood the current situation and knew that this was indeed the only way. She had to admit that His Majesty had made a decisive decision.

At this moment, someone in the rebel army shouted loudly: "Even the imperial guards have been mobilized. They are out of manpower. As long as we break through this line of defense, we will win!"

The rebels immediately roared and charged forward desperately, all thanks to the hereditary marquises, who could change their fate against all odds.

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