After the atmospheric projection of Mole's riot disappeared in the sky, it fell into a polarized state.↗,

After seeing the remains of the imperial capital, some people fell into panic and frightened. They couldn't wait to go back, eager to know if the scene in the picture was real.

Some people were in a complete frenzy, the capital was destroyed, the emperor was completely suppressed, and the appearance of the two emperors was still suppressed by the other party at will.

These scenes completely collapsed their outlook on life and values, so they spread their anger and fear on Mole in front of them and the natives in front of them.

A large number of indigenous civilians were massacred, and the entire Mole was shrouded in countless fires, and various crimes were robbed and murdered.

In the suburbs, although Sun Feibai's eyes were blind, he was still staring at the scene in the sky.

"Is it over?"

"I haven't come out again." Zhou Yuting said, "They flew away in the end, probably to knock down other places." Her tone was full of confusion, and she seemed to have an unreal feeling about the shocking battle she had just seen.

I feel like I'm seeing illusions.

The Holy Son of Yanmo sighed: "It seems that it's really gone." In order to see the fierce battle, he waited on the ground for a long time, but unfortunately he couldn't wait until the live broadcast continued.

"It's a pity that I don't have the means of moving long distances at super high speed, otherwise it would be nice to go and see it even if I don't participate in the war."

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from afar. Hundreds of imperial men riding war horses, wearing white masks, and holding rifles rushed towards them. A violent aura came from the air. All kinds of contemptuous scolding could be heard.

"Hmph." The Holy Son of Yanmo glanced at the group of people. He was in a worse mood because he could not see the final battle.

I saw countless figures shaking behind him, all of which were the martial arts bodies he had collected over the years, and several of them had even been condensed into substance, which was obviously the power of the masters of practicing the weak.

But just as he was about to take action, there was a sound coming from the entire Mole area, whether inside or outside the city, whether in the village or in the town.

These were originally created by the Empire and were specially used to broadcast various political programs, specifically to domesticate the natives of the New World, and sometimes to command the broadcast of the Imperial Team. At this moment, news was broadcast enough to make all the imperial people feel broken.

“…Declaration of the End of War…”

"... Frequently killing innocent people, and the harm is hard to predict. If we continue to fight, it will not only lead to the demise of our nation, but will also destroy human civilization..."

"...Thinking that the imperial subjects died in battle formations, died in duty, and died in misdeeds and their families, the five internal organs were all broken; as for those who were injured in war, suffered from war disasters, and lost their family business..."

On the street, the imperial people raised their heads and looked disbelief in their eyes: "What's going on? Where did this broadcast come from?"

"What does the Declaration of Final War mean? What's the joke? Who is putting this thing?"

There was already a mourning field in the city lord's mansion. I don't know how many soldiers, officials hang themselves and committed suicide. Countless old people cried so hard that they burst into tears and even fainted.

But the broadcast continued, not only Mole, but the Empire was in the New World. All parts of the Central Plains and Europa received the emperor's orders, playing this declaration of the end of the war.

“Unconditional surrender?”

"Why? We haven't lost yet!"

"I don't believe it, this is a conspiracy of the people of Daqi."

On the street, countless imperial people ran out frantically, roaring, wailing and crying loudly. Although the content of the declaration was very literary and the speech was hidden, at least after listening to it, those with a little common sense understood that this was unconditional surrender to the major forces in the New World and the Central Plains.

Coupled with the scenes presented by the atmospheric projection, the imperial people who have always been high fell to the clouds.

On the contrary, the indigenous people from all over the country, the people of Daqi ran to the streets cheered and were filled with joy.

In front of the Holy Son of Yanmo, the cavalry team that had just become fierce and fierce immediately collapsed, and then several cars that were originally following also crashed into the trees beside the road.

Looking at the imperial people who were shouting wildly in front of them, some of them fell to their knees and some of them beat them when they saw them.

"So that's it." Compared to the situation in front of you, the Holy Son of Yanmo was thinking more about the inside story of the empire's surrender.

"Has the result of the decisive battle just now come out? He can defeat the emperor and even make him admit defeat." A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of the Holy Son of Yanmo: "Is it Zuo Zhicheng?"

"What?" Sun Feibai turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"

The Holy Son of Yanmo glanced at him and said lightly: "Based on the information I collected from the senior management of Daqi, Zuo Zhicheng once showed the ability to transform continuously and change his appearance and improve his combat effectiveness.

I just guess that the guy who fought with the emperor this time might have changed by Zuo Zhicheng."

As he said that, he shook his head. The Holy Son of Yama looked at the empires who were like stray dogs. He had lost interest in these people and was too lazy to kill them. He left with Bari beside him.

Sun Feibai was obviously still immersed in the speculation that the Holy Son of Yanmo had just made.

‘One person, one person can suppress the entire empire…’ For some reason, after hearing this news, Sun Feibai was not happy at all, because it made his previous behavior extremely ridiculous.

Zhou Yuting, who was standing beside him, said excitedly: "Feibai, have you heard it? Maybe..."

"Stop talking." Sun Feibai pushed Zhou Yuting away, and even though he couldn't see anything, he still walked out with anger.

...

A few days later, Zuo Qingcang appeared in Mole City again. At this time, the imperialists and troops of the entire New World were evacuating. The coalition government, mainly composed of Atlantis, joined forces with dozens of ethnic groups including Newman, Hante, West Indian and Dongmu, was in the forefront.

Zuo Qingcang stood on the tallest building in Mole, a 12-story central building, looking at the busy scenes everywhere in the city. Whether it is the streets or the alleys, there is a happy atmosphere everywhere.

Behind him, Lin Lecheng, the pale guard, was half-kneeling behind Zuo Qingcang's back with excitement.

After all, I couldn't help but say, "Sir, did you... do the work of the imperial capital?"

"Ah?...well." Zuo Qingcang withdrew his thoughts and nodded and said, "How is the situation now?"

"It's a mess." Lin Lecheng smiled and said, "The new continent is too big, and there are still many places that have not received news yet. The coalition government has just been formed and is now in a mess. Everything has to be done from scratch, but everyone hopes that you can stand up and lead us."

"Then let's have a meeting." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!