Chapter 959: Clouds cover the sun and swallows return to their nests (Part 9)
At dusk, the Tengu Army arrived at the capital of Daqian as scheduled according to Wei Changtian’s orders.
Since the news of Jing Guoqing's death had not yet spread completely, many soldiers guarding the four city gates were unaware of this matter. At the same time, many people believed that it was false information. Therefore, the Tengu army was unable to enter the city unimpeded, but instead engaged in a fierce battle with the defenders.
Immediately afterwards, the four evil men lurking near the four city gates also took action immediately. The combined efforts from inside and outside caused chaos and danger at each city gate.
Although there are many defenders in the capital, their numbers far exceed those of the Tengu Army.
However, because many people had rushed to the palace before, and the Tengu Army arrived too suddenly, the Daqian soldiers were caught off guard and soon fell into a difficult battle.
Trapped in the midst of swords and sabers, with ferocious beasts covering the sky in front of them and roars coming from behind them from time to time, the Daqian defenders were on the verge of collapse several times, but they managed to hold on in the end.
As a result, the battle temporarily came to a stalemate, and countless people were killed in just a quarter of an hour after the battle began.
In fact, in the absence of unified command and in the face of surprise attacks, it was already very difficult for the Daqian defenders to withstand the initial waves of attacks from the Tengu Army.
Faced with the aggressive Tengu Army, they gritted their teeth and held on while waiting for reinforcements, waiting for Jing Guoqing to step forward and stabilize the situation.
Little did they know that the situation in the capital was not much better than that on the city walls.
Jing Guoqing was killed in public, and all the other members of the Jing family who remained in the palace also died under Wei Changtian's sword.
Even though the latter had left, the Daqian court was unable to nominate a figure who could take command of the overall situation for a while.
After all, the royal family was wiped out, and most of the remaining court officials had their own little calculations, so power could not be concentrated at all.
Therefore, in the huge capital city, there is no one who can convince the people at this moment.
Taking a step back, even if there really is such a person, whether he dares to stand up is another matter.
After all, Wei Changtian would definitely not allow the various forces of Daqian to join forces again, so if anyone dared to stand up, that person would be the first one Wei Changtian wanted to kill.
No one would fail to understand this truth, so no one dares to stand out at this time.
Most people who have a little power are hiding at this moment, waiting until the situation becomes clearer before taking the next step.
And since they do nothing, what can ordinary soldiers and civilians do?
"ah!!"
"The rebels are coming! Run!"
"The Emperor has passed away! The Emperor has passed away!!!"
"I don't want to die! Someone save me!"
"Sir, what are you doing?"
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
"Da-da-da! Da-da-da!"
“.”
Crying, shouting, horse hooves, footsteps, all kinds of noisy and chaotic sounds soon spread to every corner of the city.
Most of the common people ran home in panic, while the soldiers either turned back to the city walls and battlefields to reinforce, or ran home to look for their families, or rushed into street shops or even the palace to loot, or simply took off their armor and found a place to hide. All the loss of control caused by the lack of power and the collapse of the system was vividly reflected at this moment. When a group facing an extreme crisis suddenly loses its unified leadership, its end may be so vulnerable.
The culprit who caused all this, Wei Changtian, was now slowly walking among the chaotic crowd with a calm expression, as if he didn't care about what was happening around him.
He has experienced similar scenes too many times.
He has seen even more exaggerated and cruel things.
The Wonju City Massacre in which three million people died in one night.
The Battle of Niutou Mountain resulted in the death of 200,000 people.
Xianchi surprise attack, Fengyuan decisive battle Compared with the above, what is this?
At least not so many people died. I don’t know since when, Wei Changtian’s attitude towards "life", or "human life", has changed a lot.
When he first heard that Ning Yongnian was willing to kill three million people in Fengyuan City in order to destroy the main force of Daqian, he was furious and even decided to support Ning Yuke in rebellion.
Later, during the ambush at Niutou Mountain, when Wei Changtian saw the anti-rebellion army entering the valley and knew that he could kill hundreds of thousands of people with just a thought, he hesitated. In the end, he could only convince himself that "war is for peace."
But now?
Wei Changtian suddenly discovered that he would no longer have any psychological fluctuations because of similar things, and he no longer needed some "reasons" to make up his mind to kill.
As long as someone needs to be killed, then kill him.
As long as it is in one's own interests that some people deserve to die, then they should die.
Human life seems to no longer have any special meaning, and sometimes it is even just a number.
When he just killed Jing Guoqing, Wei Changtian felt no ripples in his heart, and did not feel any sighs or regrets for the emperor.
This is undoubtedly completely different from his mentality when he killed Xiao Feng, Yun Lian, and Ning Yongnian before.
So, have I become cold-blooded?
Wei Changtian paused for a moment, turned his head to look at a little girl who was covered in mud and sitting on the ground crying not far away, then continued walking forward indifferently.
From a certain perspective, living in such a feudal society with a low level of civilization and a world of cultivation where the law of the jungle is the most basic rule, his transformation is inevitable and necessary.
But if it comes to being completely cold-blooded, Wei Changtian seems unable to do it.
Otherwise, he would not have let Wang Qian, Tang Chen, Chu An, or even Chu Xianping go.
In this way, he seemed to still retain a trace of "compassion" that seemed inappropriate.
Wei Changtian didn't know whether this contradiction arose because he was a time traveler or because it was human nature.
He also did not mind being too "cruel" at times and too "kind" at others.
He just couldn't understand some of his own actions sometimes.
For example, now. Looking down at the box of cakes in his hand, Wei Changtian showed a bitter smile. He still didn't understand why he really had to bring back these three boxes of mung bean cakes.
If it was because of Youjia, Cui'er had made it clear that she had nothing to do with Youjia.
Even Youjia was just an assassin who once wanted to harm me but ended up being used by me. I had no reason to care about her life or death.
So it was just for Cui Er? But that was even more confusing.
What does such a maid have to do with me?
Sighing, shaking his head and putting all these things behind him, Wei Changtian turned a corner and walked into the alley.
Compared to the chaos outside, it is much quieter here. At first glance, there is no one in the alley, only a few old willow trees slowly swaying their branches in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Stopping under an old willow tree, Wei Changtian looked up at the closed gate in front of him, then looked down at the blood on his body, and his hand stretched in the air paused slightly.
In the end, he did not knock on the gate. He just gently placed three boxes of mung bean cakes in front of the door, then turned and walked away.
"Squeak~"
Shortly after he left, accompanied by a slight sound of the door opening, the gate slowly opened a little.
Cui'er looked at the figure in the distance through the crack in the door, biting her lips lightly, with an extremely complicated expression.
It was obvious that based on the poem Wei Changtian left yesterday and the warning this morning, even if Cui'er still couldn't connect him with the rumored "Wei Yanluo", she could definitely determine that Wei Changtian was on the rebel side.
Therefore, she undoubtedly should not have any more interactions with such dangerous people.
But after struggling for a while, she suddenly walked out of the courtyard and shouted hurriedly to the back:
"Wei, Master Wei!"
“.”
The figure in the distance paused, slowly turned his head and looked over, without saying a word.
Seeing the blood on Wei Changtian's body, Cui'er was stunned for a moment, and the words that were on her lips could not be said.
She was stunned for a long time, and then she mustered up her courage and whispered in a voice that perhaps only she could hear:
"Thanks."
“.”
It is hard to say what this "thank you" is for, but I think it is not the three boxes of mung bean cakes.
In response to this thank you, Wei Changtian did not respond. He just smiled and nodded, then returned to his own courtyard.
He walked into the house, took out the mother-and-child jade and sent a few messages, boiled water to make a pot of tea, and then sat at the table, staring at the sunset outside the window in a daze.
The setting sun has lost all the imperial aura, half of it sinking into the river breeze and half into the clouds.
The noise seemed to become increasingly ethereal. Wei Changtian sat quietly, looking at the twilight scene, waiting for the end of a dynasty.
That night, at the end of the You hour.
As the Tengu Army attacked the city for the seventh time, the west gate of Daqian Capital was the first to be breached.
The news of Jing Guoqing's death had spread throughout the city walls by now, so the demoralized Daqian defenders were no longer able to stop the counterattack and could only fight and retreat, fleeing into the city.
Countless ferocious monsters appeared before the people for the first time, and the black Tengu flag stood on the city wall for the first time.
The first quarter of the evening.
Once the west gate was breached, the pressure on the other three gates naturally doubled.
However, since there were loyal generals leading their troops to fight to the death in these three directions, and the Tengu army was outnumbered, they did not continue the attack, but instead used their "air force" to carry out a large-scale "air raid."
For a moment, flames exploded continuously on the three sides of the city walls, and countless guards died in the explosion. The explosion was deafening and could be heard throughout the city.
Three quarters past ten.
After one round of bombing, the Tengu army continued their all-out siege of the city and captured the north and south gates in succession within two quarters of an hour.
Three of the four city gates have been breached, and the fall of the city is a foregone conclusion, but fierce fighting is still going on at the only remaining East Gate, where the Daqian soldiers are fighting bloody battles and have not yet collapsed.
The beginning of the hour of Hai.
An hour earlier than expected, most of the 300,000 rebel troops arrived at the East Gate battlefield.
Although the army was exhausted after several days of rapid march, the Daqian defenders had run out of ammunition and food, so they were finally defeated after half an hour and retreated into the city.
The first quarter of the hour of Hai.
The city gates on all four sides were broken, and the offensive and defensive battle turned into street fighting. The rebel army surrounded the city from the outside to the inside, leaving corpses everywhere they passed, including many ordinary people who were killed by mistake.
Up to now, only one in ten Daqian soldiers still have the will to fight, and countless have surrendered or fled.
Five quarters of an hour.
After more than an hour of street fighting, all the soldiers and civilians in the capital of Daqian who were determined to fight to the death were forced to retreat into the palace, with only about 30,000 people left.
Among them, there are only two top three masters, and both are of the third rank.
The rest of the Daqian masters are nowhere to be found.
The hour of Chou.
The Daqian Palace was breached, and most of the 30,000 soldiers were killed by the rebels. The remaining soldiers retreated to the Golden Palace.
Two quarters of an hour at Chou.
The rebel army broke into the Golden Palace, and all those who fought in Daqian died. The last soldier shouted "How sad" three times before his death.
Three quarters of an hour.
Under the protection of the rebel army, the rebel leader Su Qi walked into the Golden Palace.
"Congratulations, sir!"
"The tyrant emperor is dead! A new dynasty is about to be established! I wish you a prosperous era!"
The Golden Throne Hall was crowded with people, and the corpses and blood all over the ground could not dampen everyone's excitement.
Although these rebels were originally from Daqian and did not want to participate in this "uprising" at first, they were forced to do so by Wei Changtian.
Even most people had already made up their minds that they would "rebel" once the fighting started and would never do such things as killing their compatriots.
But when they arrived at the battlefield, they never expected such a situation.
Jing Guoqing passed away, the Tengu Army had broken through three city gates, and Daqian's defeat was a foregone conclusion . This was simply a bargain!
No one is a fool, and of course everyone can see what choice to make in this situation.
Therefore, no one thought about "rebellion" anymore after that. Instead, they simply "revolted" and raised their knives to kill their "compatriots" without mercy.
Since Daqian is destined to perish, it is better to make a pledge of allegiance as soon as possible.
In this way, when Su Qi really sits on the throne, not only will he not be liquidated, but he will also be a "founding hero" for sure.
And now, this dream is within reach. "Congratulations, sir!"
"Master Su, I wonder what we should do now?"
“.”
The rebel generals gathered around Su Qi with excitement on their faces, imagining their own future success and congratulating and flattering him.
They were only concerned with showing their faces in front of the man who was destined to become the emperor of the new dynasty, but they didn't notice Su Qi's expression and eyes at the moment.
He opened his mouth and his eyes fell on the blood-stained golden plaque "Peace and Prosperity" in front of him. Su Qi was unable to utter a word.
The fact that he can stand here today and will sit on the dragon throne in the future actually has almost nothing to do with him.
In other words, Wei Changtian just needed someone to fill this position. Without him, it would be the same to find someone else.
Not only Su Qi, but everyone present was also very clear about this.
But others don't care about that.
After all, Su Qi is the nominal emperor of the Xin Dynasty, and they are the founding generals of the Xin Dynasty. They will surely enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future.
As for how this emperor came, it doesn’t matter.
In fact, Su Qi understood that he should think so.
Because only in this way can I save my life and not spend the rest of my life in guilt and self-blame.
But He slowly closed his eyes, two lines of tears flowed down his eyes, and the tears fell drop by drop into the pool of blood on the ground.
Amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, Su Qi slowly knelt on the bloodstains and kowtowed three times towards the empty dragon throne.
His last knock took a long time, and the noise in the hall gradually died down in the howling cold wind.
At this point, it is four quarters past the hour of Chou.
The Daqian dynasty fell.
(End of this chapter)
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