Chapter 0103: Thousands of Changes

It was 2:20 am at the Chou hour, which should be the time when people sleep the deepest during the day, but the Xianbei emperor was lying on his dragon bed, his eyelids trembling violently, as if he was about to wake up in the next second.

This is actually very strange, because in the Xianbei culture, they had no idea what a dragon was. But when the Murong tribe took over the throne of the Yuwen tribe, they said that they saw a good sign. There was a dragon on the Xianbei Mountain that flew around the top of the mountain three times and then slowly left.

Therefore, the people of the Murong tribe have always boasted that they have the imperial power granted by heaven and that it is God who guides them to rule this land. Although their glory gradually disappeared after they defeated the Yuwen tribe, the Yuwen tribe did unify the Central Plains after all, while the Murong tribe went south several times and returned in failure every time. Even so, their dream of the Central Plains has never been extinguished.

Doesn't this look sad? Several generations and emperors spent their entire lives just to invade other countries. Look at Di Fa Zeng, he never set his sights on the Central Plains, but he also achieved achievements that few people in the world could match. Xianbei had a chance, their emperor had a much higher starting point than Di Fa Zeng, but it was a pity that they insisted on inheriting the pitiful legacy of their ancestors, and finally became part of this legacy. …

This emperor was different from the previous emperors. He was not warlike. No one could predict what would happen to the Xianbei under his rule. Maybe it would be better, maybe it would be worse. However, he was born at a very bad time. From the day he ascended the throne, his position was removed from the table of power game. *

Murong Qi was having a nightmare.

Murong Qi was the emperor of the Xianbei. The Xianbei people were born in the Great Xianbei Mountain, which was their original homeland. So after learning the culture of the Central Plains, they especially liked to use characters with wood and stone radicals to name themselves, which could show how strong they were and that they did not forget their original intentions. In fact, they were actually mountain people like the Butewu people at the beginning. Later, they went down the mountain and gradually became a nomadic people after hundreds of years of changes.

But this has nothing to do with Murong Qi. Things that happened hundreds of years ago are too far away. He can only focus on what is happening in front of him.

For example, the nightmare he is having now.

He dreamed that there was fire in Shengle City and his body became smaller. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, but he was wearing an ill-fitting dragon robe that dragged on the ground. He could not run fast and could only hide under the bed trembling.

There were screams and cries outside, and many people were dead. Murong Qi couldn't see it, but he was clearly aware of it. Then, someone broke into his room. He looked at the pair of hard, muddy shoes slowly walking towards him. Looking up along the shoes, he saw two very thick calves. This man was even more muscular than the general. Murong Qi suddenly understood who this man was.

This was the King of Zhenbei whom he had never seen before but appeared in every nightmare.

A rough sliding sound was heard. It was the sound of the Zhenbei King's weapon falling to the ground and being slowly carried away. It was getting closer and closer to Murong Qi. In the next second, it would stop in front of his eyes.

"His Majesty!!!!"

Murong Qi suddenly opened his eyes. He looked like he was fished out of water, breathing heavily. He sat up from the bed with a somersault. He was unable to think at all at this moment. He looked at the person who broke in in panic. The person looked at him with a sad face and brought him a piece of news that was not surprising at all: "Your Majesty, the north gate has been broken!!!"…………

For the Xianbei people living in Shengle, they had no idea how the Zhenbei Army got in.

But their entry was a fact, and the Zhenbei Army split into two groups. One group violently kicked open every door nearby, grabbed the hair of the people inside, and drove them all to the street. Those who were obedient were tied up, and those who were not were killed with a single knife.

The other group continued to advance on the main road, fighting with the Xianbei army who came to resist stubbornly. In the midst of the flashes of swords and shadows, the Xianbei people who were tied up and didn't know whether they could see the sun tomorrow, looked at the place where the two armies faced each other, and could clearly see that the Zhenbei Army's formation was in the shape of a triangle. The Xianbei people were like a piece of cloth, which was violently torn open by them. At the front of the triangle, they could see a little bright silver waving constantly. Sometimes the bright silver would disappear because it was stained with blood and it lost its light for a short time. But in a flash, the blood fell to the ground, and there was no trace of it left. The light reappeared, and someone lost his life again. This cycle repeated over and over again. ...

Their lives were about to be lost, but this group of people could not take their eyes away from that little light. What kind of god of killing was this, what kind of god of war was this? They had never realized as clearly as they did today that the Xianbei were really finished.

Not everyone was so quiet. There were constant cries and insults on the streets, but the Zhenbei Army could not understand them because they were all speaking Xianbei language. Compared to these incompetent and angry people, the Xianbei Palace was obviously more chaotic.

The emperor's guards gathered together. Even though the north gate was broken, they still had a fluke mentality, thinking that maybe they could call in a large army and drive out the northern guards again. However, when the leader of the guards asked, he got even more desperate news.

"The South Gate is also in the middle of a fierce battle?! Damn it - the Central Plains people are well prepared! How many people did they send?!"

The man on the other side looked like he was about to cry: "General, it's too dark, the scouts can't see clearly, there could be, there could be 300,000 people!"

The leader of the Guards stared at him blankly, speechless for a long time.

Three hundred thousand people? What does that mean? The Zhenbei Army went out in full force, determined to exterminate the Xianbei tonight. The army was held back by them, and even if they returned to the city, they could not save anything. …

In the emperor's bedroom, several elderly nobles surrounded the young emperor. They had been waiting for news. However, when the leader of the guards came in, he immediately grabbed the emperor's arm and said, "Your Majesty, go to the secret passage!"

The emperor and the nobles were all stunned. This was the last resort, and the most desperate measure. Ever since the news of the fall of the North Gate came, these people had always felt unreal, but now this feeling finally disappeared.

Murong Qi stumbled after the leader of the Guards. The nobles reacted in an instant. They stopped talking and left in a hurry. It was obvious that they also had things to do.

Murong Qi didn't know what they were going to do. They might be trying to protect their children, or they might have changed their minds and decided to ignore their children and take care of themselves first. Murong Qi's eyes didn't stay on them for too long. He just kept looking at the bedroom where he had lived for several years, and the dragon bed where he remembered how excited he was when he lay on it for the first time.

The Xianbei people often mocked Emperor Guangjia, who had fled south in panic when he was still young. People in the north of the Huai River called the current Yong Dynasty Nanyong, while the Xianbei people said that the Yong Dynasty had perished and Emperor Guangjia was the king of a fallen country. The current Nanyong regime was just a grasshopper in autumn and could only survive.

Murong Qi didn't know whether Emperor Guangjia was the king who lost his country, but he knew that he was already one. *

At the same time, South Gate.

Xiao Rong and Qu Yunmie agreed that when the moon was at its zenith, both sides would launch attacks at the same time. On this side, Jian Qiao, Yuan Baifu and others would launch a surprise attack on the Xianbei army, while on the other side, Qu Yunmie would climb up the city wall and quickly move towards the north gate.

Because the Xianbei army was still several miles away from the real south gate, even if someone went back to tip off, the time difference was enough for Qu Yunmie and others to open the north gate. By the time the news of the north gate being broken came through, the fierce fighting here would have lasted for at least half an hour.

It would not be easy to retreat at this time.

No one could have predicted in advance that this was a war on two fronts. Even if the Xianbei general found something wrong, when the Zhenbei Army changed its stance of the previous few days and advanced madly, as if they wanted to break through the South Gate today, the Xianbei general could not spare the time to pay attention to other places. He could not slack off at all, because even without Qu Yunmie, this army of 300,000 would not be easy to deal with. If he was not careful, the South Gate might be broken.

Both sides were trying their best, and in the blink of an eye of Xiao Rong, hundreds of lives might disappear from this land.

Xiao Rong stood in front of the military tent, Yu Shaoxie stood beside him, both of them looked ahead with serious expressions. It was already three quarters past midnight, but no one felt tired at this time.

Suddenly, the guard who had been outside the battlefield and kept observing the melee situation ran back. He rode on his horse and roared at Xiao Rong: "Mr. Xiao, the Xianbei people are retreating!"

In an instant, Xiao Rong felt his heart drop and rise at the same time, because the Xianbei people retreated, which meant that Qu Yunmie's operation was successful. However, he could not let the Xianbei people retreat. If the army really returned to Shengle City, the people inside would be in danger.

Xiao Rong immediately ran to the side and climbed onto the horse at a speed he had never seen before. The horse had no saddle, but he no longer cared. Now he was no longer a student in the equestrian class. Like other people of this era, riding was not his hobby, but his life.

He rushed towards the battlefield, and shouted in a voice that almost tore his vocal cords: "Stop them! Don't let them go back! The king and his men have entered the city, the Xianbei city has been broken, soldiers, keep the Xianbei people and protect the king!!!"