Qiao Diyi led the battle-hardened Qiao family army forward. When passing by Che Taishi, whose face looked like a vicissitude, he slightly pulled the reins.
Master Che raised his head and looked at the young general who was already famous all over the world on his tall horse, and a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.
Talented people emerge in every generation, but such an outstanding young man appeared in the Yong Dynasty.
Qiao Di looked righteous and bowed to Che Taishi who was sitting in the wheelchair.
Past grudges are hard to forget, but today, Grand Tutor Che was willing to come forward to persuade the defenders to surrender, ordered the city gates to be opened, and was wholeheartedly considering the defenders and the people in the city, so he deserved this courtesy.
Master Che was slightly startled when he saw this, and the next moment, the pain in his heart almost overflowed.
At this time, Qiao Diyi had already ridden his horse and set off again, but when he passed the city gate, his eyes lingered for a moment on the cluster of dried blood on the gate.
Inside the gate, the soldiers guarding the city had indeed placed their spears on the ground. They were standing together with their heads lowered, feeling unspeakable humiliation and shame.
But they also knew very well that the resentment in Master Che's heart was only deeper than theirs. The overall situation had been decided, and they could not let down the glimmer of hope that Master Che had fought for them.
Qiao Diyi never let down his guard. After entering the city gate, he raised his spear high and shouted:
"Surrender your weapons and we will not kill you! Qiao's army, occupy the city gate!"
"yes!"
The Yong army behind them surrounded all the soldiers guarding the city, while the Qiao army quickly climbed up the city wall to prevent ambushes and eliminate hidden dangers.
Qiao Diyi took the Yong flag from Qiao Er and looked back at his father before climbing up the city wall.
Qiao Zhongguo raised the corner of his mouth, tears in his eyes, and nodded gently at Qiao Diyi.
Seeing this, Qiao Diyi took a long breath, stepped onto the south gate of the Northern Capital step by step, and came to the top of the city.
There also stands a bright yellow northern flag, fluttering in the wind.
Qiao Diyi moved the Yong flag to his left hand, then drew the long sword from his waist with his right hand, and chopped it hard at the Bei flag without hesitation!
Click——
The northern flag lost its support and fell from the high city wall.
The bright yellow flag swayed slowly in the firelight, and finally fell with a bang under the city gate, not far in front of Master Che.
The Northern Dynasty, which lasted for 200 years, is now like this bright yellow flag crumpled on the ground, fallen into the dust and completely lost its brilliance.
Master Che's whole body trembled violently, and tears rolled down instantly.
The white-haired old man suddenly leaned forward, covered his face and cried loudly, his proud spirit broken and his heart torn.
Opposing positions, different sorrows and joys.
At this moment, amidst the grief-stricken cries of Grand Tutor Che, all the people of Yong raised their heads at the same time, gazing towards the top of the city gate with bright eyes.
There, a scarlet flag suddenly rose up, and as it fluttered in the wind, it looked like a raging fire!
Under the illumination of torches all over the field, the brilliant “Yong” character seemed to come alive, blooming with its own dazzling golden light on the south gate of the northern country!
"Victory banners are raised, mountains and rivers are settled, destiny is restored, and the four seas are at peace!"
"Long live the emperor, the world is united, long live the emperor!"
The young general's passionate and high-pitched voice rang out, clearly audible inside and outside the city gate, shocking everyone!
When all the people of Yong Dynasty saw this scene, their blood boiled, and they raised their arms and shouted in unison:
"Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"
The sound was deafening and reached the sky.
Qiao Zhongguo finally shed tears.
During the Northern Expedition, countless soldiers sacrificed their lives. They thought they could unify the world for the emperor, but they failed on the eve of victory and returned empty-handed.
He never expressed his resentment in words, but his wife, the eldest and second sons, and Jiaojiao all understood that he was feeling depressed and his ambitions were unfulfilled.
Today, they finally broke through the gate of the capital of the Northern Kingdom. From now on, the whole country will be united and the four seas will be unified. Qiao Zhongguo can finally rest assured...
Jiaojiao was carried out of the tent by Qiao Tianjing and stood beside the soldiers with high morale. Listening to the soul-stirring shouts, even Jiaojiao's blood boiled and tears flowed.
Brother Emperor, if you saw this scene in the battle report, your eyes would surely be filled with tears.
Everyone has given you a pure heart, so please don’t forget your original intention and create a prosperous era for the people of the world where the country is stable and the people are peaceful!
The shouting gradually died down after a long time. At this point, the army entered the city and headed straight for the royal court!
Jiaojiao was held by Qiao Tianjing, with Shen Yuanling and Qiao Bo beside her, and they entered the city with the army.
The passion and excitement just now slowly faded away. Feeling that she would meet Shen Yuanbai soon, Jiaojiao's expression began to become solemn.
"Brother, what time is it?" Jiaojiao asked in a low voice.
Qiao Bo, who was standing by, looked up at the sky and said in a deep voice, "Miss, it's almost midnight."
Jiaojiao was a little nervous and swallowed quietly.
It is said that during the 15th hour of July, the gates of hell will open wide.
In the past, she would definitely not believe these things, but after her death, she even saw the King of Hell and traveled through a book. Now, these folk rumors became even more mysterious in her eyes.
Jiaojiao and the others walked a step slower. The army led by Qiao Diyi and Xiao Qianyue had already arrived at the palace gate.
Shouts and cries of killing soon rang out. The guards of the Northern Kingdom's court were unexpectedly difficult to deal with. Each of them seemed to be willing to risk their lives, which reminded Qiao Diyi of - the death squad!
Xiao Qianyue obviously had the same guess, and a hint of shock appeared in her eyes.
Training death warriors is not easy and is also the most cruel, because after they are trained, they are basically puppets that kill people.
It was really hard for her to imagine how there could be such a large number of assassins in the Northern Kingdom's court!
In the dark night, as the torches flickered, Xiao Qianyue swiftly shot and took the life of the man in front of him.
She couldn't help but lean over to take a closer look, and then she realized that the man was still young, almost a teenager!
Xiao Qianyue couldn't help but shudder, and immediately remembered the case of the Huguo Temple assassins that shocked the government and the public two years ago.
Now it seems that Yu Liu's cruel methods are passed down from generation to generation in the Northern Kingdom's court!
However, no matter how brave and fearless the death warriors were, they were no match for the endless stream of Yong Dynasty troops. They were soon defeated and the Yong army broke into the royal court.
At this moment, chaos broke out in the palace.
According to Prince Jin Yu's order to massacre the palace, the guards guarding the palace had forced the concubines, maids and eunuchs from each palace together.
Everyone cried bitterly, and no matter they knelt down and begged for mercy or offered bribes with gold and silver, the guards remained indifferent.
They were just strictly following King Jin Yu's orders. As soon as midnight came, they would slaughter everyone in the palace!
Some people were unwilling to die and ran out of the hall desperately. However, the personal guards slashed their heads with their swords, and the bloody heads rolled into the hall, scaring everyone so much that they almost fainted.
The concubines cried and shouted to see the king, but were ignored by the guards.
Time passed by bit by bit, and the process of waiting for death was extremely painful.
Some people cried loudly, telling others that they had relatives and siblings at home. Some were tired of crying and sat on the ground with numb faces. Some had trembling hands and stroked the weapons in their sleeves, hesitating whether to end their lives.
There was no way to escape, and no help was sought. An atmosphere of despair spread throughout the palaces and halls, making the originally magnificent royal court become lifeless.
Soon, it was midnight.