Chapter 3648 He must die!
On the vast snowfield, a team of hundreds of thousands of people was walking slowly forward. They were dragging cattle and sheep, carrying their homes on their shoulders as they walked, leaving a dark, deep trail of footprints on the white snow, like a huge python swimming across the snowfield.
Behind this giant python is the silent city of Kulun, where less than half of the population remains.
People kept looking back, looking at their hometown with tears in their eyes, but as they moved forward, the city of Kulun was almost out of sight.
This group was none other than the people of the Dian Kingdom who came out of the city of Kulun.
Under the leadership of their king, they had no choice but to abandon their homeland and embark on a long journey with all their belongings. People kept whispering with tears in their eyes, "Why should we leave? Can't we stay?"
Someone nearby sighed and said, "The war is about to start. How can we not leave?"
"Why should we be afraid of war? When have we ever been afraid of war?"
"well……"
No one could answer this question, and no one understood why they were able to invade the entire Central Plains dynasty in the past few decades; after that, although they were driven out of the Central Plains for the first ten years, they could at least stay in Kulun City and fight with the Central Plains emperor who was like a god of war, the former King of Yan. Once, they even reached the city of Peking; but now, they can only stay away from their hometown to avoid disaster.
Feelings of failure and decadence slowly grew in everyone's hearts, as if there was a dark cloud hanging over their heads.
This depressing feeling made Munch almost unable to breathe.
He took a deep breath, and a low growl like a wild beast came out of his throat, as if something was swelling in his chest and would burst at any moment. The palace servant guarding the carriage immediately held a handkerchief to his mouth, only to see Monk's face pale, and he spat out a mouthful of thick bloody phlegm.
The palace maid's face turned pale and she didn't dare to look at it any longer. She just quickly wrapped the handkerchief and threw it aside.
On the other side, the two courtiers riding horses in front of the carriage looked at each other. Although they had not ridden horses to fight for many years, the people of Neng grew up on horseback. Although riding horses on the snow at this time was a bit embarrassing, it was not too difficult. It was just that seeing Monk like this made their mood even heavier and more complicated.
The older courtiers, their eyes red, whispered, "Your Majesty, are we really going to abandon Kulun City like this?"
Monk gritted his teeth, swallowed the sweet taste in his mouth, and said weakly, "You still don't believe me?"
"No, how dare we not believe Your Majesty, it's just—"
The old minister was reluctant to leave after all. He looked back every few steps at the Kulun City, which was built with great difficulty by the people of Dian. He also looked at the people of Dian who were migrating with their children and all their belongings. Such a migration was too cruel for them, especially in such a snowy and icy place. The road ahead was dangerous and unknown. They didn't even know where they could go.
The old minister said softly, "We are leaving like this, abandoning such a huge city like Kulun. No one is willing to do that."
"I'm not willing to accept this..."
Munch's face was pale. He stared blankly at the sky. There was no light in the sky above his head. There was only heavy dark clouds hanging over his head, like a huge palm covering the endless snowfield. His eyes almost lost their luster when looking at such a sky.
He sighed deeply, then said, "Am I willing to accept this?"
"His Majesty……"
"But I have to consider the entire Neng Kingdom and all its people."
Although his temperament has changed drastically over the years, becoming moody and even murderous, and the people serving him have changed wave after wave, and these two court officials accompany him every day, as if they have their heads on their belts, but at this time, there is an indescribable clarity and even a little tenderness in his tone.
The two couldn't help but look at each other.
Monk seemed completely oblivious to the surprise in their eyes. He simply stared at the gloomy sky overhead and continued slowly, "Over the years, it's been getting colder each year. The Yan people, living in the Central Plains, haven't been greatly affected yet—but I also know that their fertile farmland in several suburban counties near Peking has seen its yield drop by more than half. You can imagine how hard it's been for them. But here, the situation is even more difficult..."
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"The snow doesn't melt until April, but winter arrives before November. Grass only grows for seven or eight months a year before freezing to death. The stored food and fodder can barely get through the winter, and is simply not enough to cope with a major war."
“…”
"Now that Zhu Feng has gone so deep into the grassland, he's determined to fight us to the death, risking all the food he's saved."
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"Once a real fight breaks out, where will we get food and supplies?"
When this was mentioned, the two ministers also looked worried.
In fact, they were not unaware of these things. Monk's temperament had changed drastically over the years, not only because of Empress Xiu Yun's departure, but also because of the increasingly difficult situation in the country that stimulated him. Moreover, this predicament was difficult to reverse by human power, which made people even more depressed.
The younger minister whispered, "So, Your Majesty is determined to take these people away from Kulun City? Then, why not tell them the truth? This would save them from being so upset and forced to leave with a whip?"
Monk half-closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "If the common people knew about this, there would be chaos."
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"Instead of messing around here and letting the Yan people take advantage, why don't we move out of Mobei and find another place where we can at least preserve this bloodline."
The old minister thought for a moment and then asked, "But Your Majesty, if we leave like this, can we ever come back?"
Monk slowly opened his eyes.
His face was filled with a heavy, sickly look, and even the mere act of opening his eyes made him seem even more weary. However, he continued slowly, "The old emperor of Yan State killed many meritorious officials, especially military commanders, before passing the throne to his grandson. Otherwise, Zhu Feng wouldn't have been able to easily conquer Nanjing from Peking in just a few months. Although Zhu Feng was a capable fighter, apart from himself, there weren't many other generals who could hold the fort up."
“…”
"As for his prince, he is even more of a weakling."
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"As long as Zhu Feng dies, as long as he's gone, as long as he's gone..."
Monk repeated this sentence over and over again, as if chanting a spell, and all his love and hate over the years seemed to be pinned on this spell-like expectation.
His eyes were originally a little distracted, but at this moment they suddenly focused, and his gaze was like a shot arrow, filled with unspeakable cruelty and hatred.
"He must die!"
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