"Young General, please don't get angry." An old doctor in green stood behind him, holding a willow branch, applying some healing potion to the wound on his back, and then patiently persuaded him.
"Although the false king has ridden his dragon westward, his strength has been greatly weakened, and he lacks many ministers to protect him. He is like a lost dog. It will be easy to catch up with him and destroy him later."
"On the contrary, you should take care of yourself. Now the Northern Army depends entirely on you, the general. If you meet with any accident, I am afraid it will fall apart soon." As the old man spoke, he used some healing spells to treat his internal injuries.
This disheveled and scarred general was naturally Zhuo Fengtong, the son of Zhuo Muye, the commander of the Northern Army, and one of the seven people who had climbed to the top of the Red Tower to fight with swords.
Last night, he had unleashed a sacred relic into flame, transforming into a blue comet of flame that pierced and shattered the dragon chariot, nearly killing the emperor aboard. Unfortunately, after that attack, Zhuo Fengtong's physical strength and magic power were exhausted, leaving him powerless to pursue. If the giant dragon beneath him hadn't endured the pain and carried him back, he would have been killed on the spot by the Golden Sparrow Dragon Riders that arrived from behind.
Now the east is getting brighter and the sky is slowly getting brighter. The long night is finally coming to an end.
The city of Luojing was in ruins, with collapsed buildings and ruins everywhere, white smoke from the lingering flames drifting everywhere, and occasional cries for help and crying coming from the corners. Although the battle was not completely over, there was not much resistance left in the city. The soldiers of the Northern Army were patrolling the streets in groups, setting up blockades, and gradually maintaining stability.
After receiving treatment, Zhuo Fengtong led two teams of personal guards to walk on the street filled with white smoke, inspecting the situation on the street. Everywhere he looked, there were traces of last night's battle, many of which were black ashes from gunpowder explosions, stiff corpses lying across the ground, dried and solidified blood, and overturned bricks and rubble.
After this battle, I'm afraid that the once prosperous and sleepless city of Luojing will no longer exist.
He felt some regret and emotion in his heart. Although he had lived in Luojing for a few years when he was a child, his childhood memories had long been blurred, and most of them were from the days when he lived in the north with his father after he became an adult.
The last time he stayed in Luojing for a long time was during the sword fighting in the Red Tower. At that time, he received many invitations from relatives and friends, and attended banquets and parties one after another. He made friends with many people of his age and got to know Luojing a lot.
However, after the death of the previous emperor and the ascension of the new emperor, these friends also vanished into thin air. Everyone had their own stance and camp, and could no longer live as freely as before.
Zhuo Fengtong was recalling these past events in his mind until a burst of hurried footsteps sounded from behind him.
"Master General, all the commanders and the captain of the cavalry have gathered in the main hall of the Imperial Palace, waiting for you to come and review the matters."
"Okay, I understand." He replied and looked at the towering golden-red palace in the distance.
Compared with other buildings in Luojing, the palaces in the inner city of the imperial palace are much taller and are particularly eye-catching and majestic. If other houses are built on the ground, then the inner city is built on a flattened hill. It is just that the palace wall separates them and the foot of the hill cannot be seen. Moreover, the ground inside the palace city is paved with white jade bricks and stones. It is magnificent and spacious. Walking from outside the palace to the inner hall of the imperial palace is like climbing a mountain, and you have to walk up a long set of white jade steps.
Putting on his solemn armor again and mounting his warhorse, Zhuo Fengtong led two teams of cavalrymen towards the direction of the imperial palace.
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The heavy palace gate slowly opened with the rotation of the iron chain, revealing the layers of steps about a hundred meters wide, with carved patterns of phoenixes and flowers, which were lifelike.
There was no longer an emperor, no need to kowtow to the king, and no need to follow red tape. Zhuo Fengtong rode his warhorse straight up the white jade steps.
The imperial guards who once protected the palace had long since disappeared, leaving behind a lot of bloodstains on the ground. Now, guarding both sides of the main road were soldiers from the Northern Army in white clothes and silver armor. They held large flags with black characters on a white background in their hands, which fluttered from time to time in the cold wind.
After walking up the stairs, the hall where the king once held meetings was now filled with generals and foreign leaders who had followed the Northern Army to fight.
Arriving at the palace, Zhuo Fengtong dismounted and entered the hall with a group of guards. He then walked onto the high platform where the emperor's throne sat, and then turned around. Although the Northern Army had already expelled the emperor, Zhuo Fengtong did not sit on the throne, but simply stood in front and spoke.
"Our army finally triumphed in yesterday's battle, and all of you have made an indelible contribution."
"Yes." Everyone clasped their fists and bowed their heads, then stood up and looked at the major general.
"We, following the Fenghuo's edict, have traveled thousands of miles, risking our lives, simply to fulfill the late emperor's tragic wish."
"Now that Luojing has been captured by our army, the false king has fled in panic and has little strength left. We only need to follow and destroy him."
"Once the two false kings are destroyed, we will die without regrets." He said in a deep voice, then slowly turned his gaze to the people in the hall, scanning them one by one.
Many of them had burning eyes, as if emotions were surging in their eyes, but some had wavering eyes, as if they were thinking about other things.
"I know that many people are worried about the future of the Northern Palace Army. After the Phoenix Fire Edict is achieved, what should we do? Especially the northern allies who followed me here because of my father's personal prestige." He looked at a corner of the hall, where stood several foreign leaders wearing animal robes and with scimitars and horns hanging from their waists.
It was the ferocious beasts led by these people that achieved great success last night and broke through the layers of defense of the Zhulong Army. Otherwise, the outcome of last night's battle would be unknown.
"Here, I will do my best to ensure that the soldiers of the Northern Palace Army can return home after the battle. Whether you receive a sum of money and retire, or choose to pledge allegiance to another country or organization, I will no longer object. That is your freedom and choice."
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