The horse's hooves trampled past Sun Shi's corpse. His old eyes stared blankly at all this, gradually losing their luster. "Kneel down and don't kill!"

The cavalry of the Northern Xinjiang Army shouted.

Ahead is Bianjing City. On top of the city, the defenders are running around. "The Northern Xinjiang Army is coming!"

Several generals pulled out their swords and killed several people before stopping the chaos. But there was chaos outside the city.

The defeated soldiers rushed into the city, shouting as they ran, "The King of Qin is coming!" There was chaos in the city.

"Close the city gate!" shouted the general at the head of the city. "Close the city gate!"

The shouts reached the city walls: "Close the door!"

More than a dozen sergeants tried hard to close the door, but the defeated soldiers crowded in the middle, blocking the way. "What should I do?"

The sergeants turned pale and looked back at the general.

The general had never experienced such a situation and shouted: "Kill! Kill!" This was an instinctive reaction.

Rows of foot soldiers came with long spears in hand. Rows of archers came with bows and arrows drawn, but they hesitated.

"Kill!" the general drew his sword and shouted, "If you don't wait, I will kill you!" Immediately, the city gate became a slaughterhouse.

Amidst the pitiful howls, the city gate slowly closed.

The defeated soldiers outside shouted and cursed while rushing in. "Fire arrows!"

With arrows flying, the city gate finally closed slowly. At this moment, the cavalry of the Northern Xinjiang Army was still two miles away. Outside the city gate, the defeated soldiers yelled in despair.

"Cao Ni Ma, wait for the Northern Xinjiang Army to break through the city and kill you!" "Dog Emperor, you will not die well!"

"Peng Jing, old dog, will die without a burial place!"

The defenders looked at the corpses of their comrades piled up in the city gate, their expressions blank. The commanding general looked livid, "Watch it!"

From the top of the city, you can see the cavalry of the Northern Xinjiang Army chasing down the defeated troops wantonly. "Kneel down and don't kill!"

As the city gate closed, the defeated soldiers knelt on the ground one by one and did whatever they were told, like zombies. The general at the head of the city took a deep breath and said, "Ring the bell to inform Bianjing that the enemy is coming!"

Clang clang clang!

On the long-empty streets, the lonely sunshine was still blazing, and the messy things proved the prosperity of this place before. Then, they were shocked by the sound of horse hooves outside the city.

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There was chaos in the palace at the moment. "Hold the city!"

"It's right to flee south quickly!" "Move the capital!"

"Move to hell! Now that the Northern Xinjiang army has arrived, where else can you move to?" "Then what do you think we should do?"

"I am not Zaifu!"

Nian Xu sat on the throne, staring blankly at the ministers spitting at each other, venting his inner despair and fear. "It has been hundreds of years since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, and the city was besieged by a large army for the first time. Is this God's will?"

An old minister glanced at the emperor and said, "Your Majesty! Emperor Nian should not be weak. You should stand up and not humiliate your ancestors!" Nian Xu stood up slowly and turned his eyes.

"Go to the city!"

The emperor came out with all his officials.

They stood outside the imperial city, looking at the deserted streets, and a feeling of doomsday arose. "Pull out the troops!"

Nian Xu coughed dryly and said, "How long have you been huddled in the camp and hatching eggs?" The army he mocked as an old hen was dispatched.

The king and his ministers gathered around the city.

The defeated troops were taken away, and several cavalrymen of the Northern Xinjiang Army circled Bianjing City under the leadership of Jiang Cunzhong. In the distance, more cavalry arrived, followed by infantry.

There are many banners, and people and horses are like dragons. "Surround the four gates!"

The Chinese army gave the order and the army dispersed immediately.

Someone at the top of the city muttered, "Okay, there's no need to leave now." "Look, it's King Qin's flag!"

Under the banner, King Qin pointed at Bianjing City and said to A Liang beside him: "A Liang, look, this is the capital of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, Bian Jing." "It's so big!" A Liang said curiously: "Ah, Chang'an.

Is the city as big as Bianjing?"

"It's much bigger." King Qin said.

The Chinese army dispersed

A group of officials, generals and guards surrounded King Qin and arrived at the city. At the top of the city were Nian Xu and his officials.

Both sides are within sight.

No one suggested using a bed crossbow to give King Qin a weapon.

"Back then I came here as an envoy, but when I come back today, I have changed my position as host and guest."

The King of Qin said with some regret: "A Liang, this is the scene of the country's subjugation. If you don't want to do this, remember not to say anything." "Yes!"

King Qin rushed to the top of the city and held his hands, "Your Majesty, it's been a long time." His breath was deep, and his voice reached the top of the city.

Nian Xu put his hands on the city head and asked, "Why did King Qin raise an unjust army?"

"What is unjust?" King Qin said: "When the Chen State was in decline, Nian, as a general on the frontier of the Chen State, did not say he was serving the country, but instead followed the trend to separate the country. Is this righteous?"

When the Chen Kingdom declined, Zhao Yu, the general in southern Xinjiang, established a separatist regime, and Nian was one of the generals. Later, Zhao Yu died early, and Nian wore a yellow robe, forcing the young master to step down, and he ascended the throne as emperor.

This is the dark history of the Nian family. In the Southern Zhou Dynasty, it was whitewashed as being forced by the soldiers, that is, they had no choice. But in the eyes of people in the temple, the so-called yellow robe was just a means.

Nian Xu grabbed the city head with both hands, not feeling the pain at all, "Bianjing is a majestic city, is the King of Qin planning to fight here and get bloodied?"

"Surrender!" King Qin said, "You don't need to look at me to know that the city is in chaos right now, and so is the court. It would not be disrespectful to surrender earlier."

Nian Xu sneered, "There are 100,000 strong soldiers in the city and countless provisions and grass. Let me see what you can do!" "One hundred thousand?" King Qin smiled, "Look at the garrison at the top of the city. How many are old and weak?"

Nian Xu couldn't help but take a look. Sure enough, it was so.

But he still has some elite soldiers in his hands.

"Your Majesty, go back!" Xie Yingong whispered beside him.

The emperor at the top of the city was in a miserable state, with a fierce look and a weak heart. The king of Qin below the city was majestic and mighty... If he stayed any longer, the morale of the defenders would be gone.

Seeing Nian Xu disappearing at the top of the city, Pei Jian asked, "Your Highness, when will we attack the city?"

"Don't be in a hurry." King Qin knew his subordinates' eagerness to achieve great results. "This is Bianjing City. If we say it is prosperous, it is unparalleled in the world. If such a prosperous city is destroyed by war, I can't bear it!"

If the temperament of the Tang Dynasty is grand and majestic, the temperament of the Southern Zhou Dynasty over there is graceful and wealthy. King Qin visited Bianjing and had a deep memory of this prosperous city.

"I'm afraid there is a lot of food and grass in the city!" Han Ji cryptically advised. In his eyes, a destroyed Bianjing is a good Bianjing. Only destruction can lead to rebirth.

"A strong city is never destroyed by external forces." King Qin said, "Set up camp!"

The army retreated and set up camp, but not far from the city head and within sight. After the city gate was blocked, there was no need to worry about a surprise attack by the defenders.

It was nearly noon, the sun was scorching hot, and the defenders breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the Northern Xinjiang Army retreating. But everyone knew that this kind of tranquility would not last long.

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The king and his ministers returned to the palace and immediately began to quarrel.

Peng Jing and others insisted on clinging to... A gentleman has a urinary temperament. He insists on something regardless of whether it is right or wrong, and will never repent. Some people suggested peace talks, but they were kicked aside.

But Peng Jing's eyes lit up, and he took advantage of the chaos to drag one of his officials over and whispered. "Your Majesty, why don't you become your vassal?" the official said.

Nian Xu felt confused and said casually: "Who is going?" The hall fell silent instantly.

After quarreling for a long time, nothing could be done. So, it is better to have peace talks. The last time Wang Ju's peace talks were like a joke, no one cared.

But this time it's different.

If you become a minister, Nian Xu will become a king from an emperor.

Moreover, the Southern Zhou Dynasty changed from the country to the territory of the Tang Dynasty. It was like being under the rule of Jiedushi.

There are many suicides.

But the power of appointment and dismissal of the personnel under Jiedushi's command rests with Chang'an. What should we do about this issue? Who will go?

Everyone's eyes turned. No one took the initiative to ask for help.

"The princess has an old relationship with the King of Qin!" someone muttered.

Nianxuqi station

Get up and say, "If a man is incompetent, why should a woman do it?"

He found that the ministers were all looking at him, and there seemed to be a light called hope in their eyes. Yes!

Princess Nanyang is so beautiful. If she were to marry the King of Qin, wouldn’t she become a family?

Can a son-in-law still beat his father-in-law? This is unreasonable!

Nian Xu sneered, pointed at Fang Chong and said, "You go!"

Fang Chong was stunned and was about to decline, but Nian Xu said: "It's gone!" and then walked away with a wave of his sleeves. "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Fang Chong's shouts echoed in the hall.

"When the two armies are fighting, we will not kill the envoy." Peng Jing said softly: "What are you afraid of?" Fang Chong sighed: "I am not afraid, but I am worried about my reputation."
To be continued...