Seeing their king flee in such a disarray, the others also grabbed valuable items from the palace, abandoned the palace, and went their separate ways to save their own lives.
Meanwhile, Goufu Zhenren and Zhu Yanrong, who had been on a good talk, took the opportunity to escape on their way to defend the city gate.
In the end, only a few soldiers loyal to Emperor Xingwen resisted Fu Yunchen's army, but it was almost like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and they were doomed to defeat.
Qiao Dongzi led his men into Xiangcheng through the north gate, and by sheer coincidence, they ran into the imperial carriage of the Empress Dowager as she fled.
The soldiers following Qiao Dongzi immediately shouted "Long live the King of Chongyang!" with great excitement, and their morale soared several times over.
Capturing the Empress Dowager is a great achievement! Not only will it bring silver, but it might also lead to official titles and ranks.
Qiao Dongzi pointed his gun and shouted, "Kill them all!"
Anyway, the boss gave the order not to leave any survivors, and there's no need to leave any survivors.
Upon seeing that the North Gate had been breached, the Empress Dowager turned her carriage around and fled back, ordering her guards to hold off Qiao Dongzi's army.
With only a few dozen guards, carrying boxes of various sizes, they were no match for the five thousand elite soldiers led by Qiao Dongzi.
They were all killed in no time, and all the boxes were confiscated. Each box contained rare treasures of inestimable value.
Qiao Dongzi shouted, "The boss said that everything will be given to us. Don't fight over these things now. We'll reward them according to their merits after they've been converted into cash. We've really struck it rich this time, even more than the boss has made. Everyone, listen to my command: annihilate all the remnants of the Zhongjin court!"
Everyone shouted "Long live the King of Chongyang!" and without Qiao Dongzi giving any further orders, they charged directly into Xiangcheng. Any soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Jin Dynasty were annihilated. Their morale was so high that they were like a heavenly army descending upon the world, invincible and unstoppable.
At the same time, Fu Yunchen also broke through the city gate.
Fu Yunchen, mounted on his horse, was clad in black armor. His dark purple eyes were as cold and ghostly as a ghost. The tens of thousands of soldiers behind him were like soldiers from hell. Apart from the sound of armor rubbing against each other, there was no other sound, which made the scene even more terrifying.
Xue Qi, the Grand General of the Central Jin Army, fought in no fewer than a hundred battles, large and small, throughout his life, but never before had the breath of death been so close to him, as if he had already stepped into the gates of hell.
Fu Yunchen looked at Xue Qi and said in a deep voice, "General Xue should have heard that I have never accepted surrendered soldiers along the way, but General Xue is an exception."
Upon hearing Fu Yunchen's words, Xue Qi's expression became complex and bitter. Looking back at the soldiers behind him, whose morale had completely collapsed and who resembled lambs to the slaughter, he knew that further resistance would only result in these people losing their lives in vain.
The four words, "If I surrender..." seemed to have already humiliated Xue Qi's pride.
Fu Yunchen said, "They have been laid off and returned to their fields; I will not use surrendered soldiers."
"Okay!" Xue Qi said, and then seemed to collapse as if half of his body had crumbled.
Dismount and kneel on one knee!
Fu Yunchen looked at the deathly aura spreading from his body and said indifferently, "If you commit suicide, they will have no chance of survival either."
Immediately, all the soldiers of Zhongjin who had just felt like they had escaped from the clutches of the King of Hell looked at Xue Qi.
"Prince Chongyang! Don't push your luck!" Xue Qi roared. Did he not even have the right to die?
Fu Yunchen rode up to him and said, “I was friends with Li Yilian. When he died, I couldn’t save him. If you, his uncle, were still alive, you would surely have saved him.”
"Lian'er!" Xue Qi burst into tears. He had no children of his own and had always loved Li Yilian as his own son. When Li Yilian was young, he wanted to learn martial arts, but Xue Qi did not want him to suffer too much, so he did not teach him. When he finally learned that Li Yilian had been beaten to death, his hair turned white overnight, and he abandoned Northern Jin to join Prince Zhou.
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