The moment Song Xuan led the Jinling cavalry into the capital city, the war could basically be said to be over.
At this moment, in the capital city, there is a torrent of cavalry everywhere. In almost every street and every alley, you can see cavalry soldiers wearing iron armor, chasing the Ming army everywhere.
At this moment, the hearts of countless Ming army soldiers collapsed.
Even if the elite force of the Five Elements Banner, which was originally founded by Mingjiao, faced a surging force of more than 100,000 cavalry, there was no other possibility except to collapse.
The five members of the Mingjiao all looked dejected. They could not hold on to the majestic city of Dadu City for even a day. This was a huge blow to them.
"Is this the result you want?"
Zhang Wuji looked at the black torrent pouring into the city, as well as the Ming troops fleeing everywhere or kneeling down to surrender, with a faint expression of anger on his face.
"So many people have died, just to fight for one breath, is it worth it?"
The Wusan people looked ugly, and the monk sighed and said: "Master, we and the Wusan people will go find Song Xuan now. As long as he is willing to stop killing people, we are willing to die to apologize!"
Zhang Wuji said disheartenedly: "It's up to you, you have never really listened to my words!"
The five scattered people were silent and looked ashamed.
In the capital city, Song Xuan casually shot a Five Elements Flag soldier and beat his entire body into a puddle of minced meat, and then glanced at Lao Liu beside him.
"Send the order and seal all the city gates. No one is allowed to go out, no matter the people or the Ming army!"
"From now on, the entire city will be under martial law. Any Ming army that refuses to surrender will be shot without mercy!"
"Keep an eye on those Yuan army prisoners. Anyone who dares to take the opportunity to harm the people will be executed on the spot!"
Lao Liu took the order, and then more than ten Tsing Yi Guard messengers beside him quickly rode away to convey Song Xuan's order to the various officers.
Soon, on the street, the shouts of the Jinling Army echoed one after another in various streets.
"The commander-in-chief has ordered the city gates to be sealed and the entire city to be under martial law!"
"Those who surrender without being killed or who are stubborn will be killed without mercy!"
"From now on, people are required to return home and no one is allowed to take to the streets!"
"From now on, the entire city will be under martial law and the city gates will be sealed. Only entry is allowed but no exit is allowed. Anyone who goes out without authorization will be treated as an enemy!"
"No pedestrians are allowed on the street, otherwise they will be shot without mercy!"
"Those who take advantage of the situation to rob and commit crimes will be treated as traitors and will not be killed!"
The Jinling Army marched from south to north and had extensive experience in entering the city to stabilize the situation.
Even before Song Xuan's order was issued, two generals, Lan Yu and Xu Da, had already issued similar military orders.
Soon, the streets in the city were lined with surrendered Ming troops, and countless civilians were hiding in their rooms, quietly observing the situation outside.
After seeing that the armored Jinling troops did not harass the people, the people finally breathed a sigh of relief.
They don't care who is the emperor in this world, as long as they don't harm the people. For the people, who is worshiping?
After the order in the city was stabilized, Song Xuan, escorted by a group of green-clad guards and cavalry, crossed the inner city and came to the imperial city.
Outside the imperial city, the maids, eunuchs and others knelt on the ground to welcome Song Xuan, the new master.
These people were servants of the Mongols before. Before Emperor Yuan Shun fled, he took away some of his trusted maids and eunuchs, and most of those who were left behind were not very popular.
Later, Zhang Wuji proclaimed himself emperor in Dadu, and they became people of the Ming Dynasty.
As a result, within a few days, Song Xuan led the Jinling Army to fight in again. They could only continue to kneel on the ground, waiting for the new master to accept them.
The world has changed so fast. At first they would feel confused and frightened, but now, only numbness remains.
At this moment, a messenger soldier from the Tsing Yi Guards came on horseback and whispered a few words into the ear of Commander Lao Liu.
"Sir, Zhang Wuji said he wanted to see you, and now he is surrounded by a large army. How should we deal with it?"
Not far away, Lao Liu rode up and said to Song Xuan in a low voice: "After all, this man once claimed the title of emperor. How about you pretend that you don't know and let the generals below handle it?"
Song Xuan shook his head and said: "Let him come over!"
Lao Liu stood down.
Song Xuan raised his head and looked towards the top of a palace in the imperial city in the distance. Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng was standing there, looking at him quietly.
Zhang Sanfeng has been here a long time ago.
But he did not show up for a long time, sitting back and watching Song Xuan's army attack the city and completely defeat the Ming army.
The two had a tacit understanding. Master Zhang Sanfeng would not interfere with Song Xuan's unification of the world, but Song Xuan would not harm Zhang Wuji's life.
"Master!"
Song Xuan cupped his fists and bowed from afar.
At the top of the palace, Zhang Sanfeng's figure flashed through several afterimages in mid-air, and suddenly arrived in front of him.
"How do you feel about becoming the emperor?"
"I'm still a little excited!" Song Xuan said with a smile: "After all, it is the position of the emperor. Grand Master, how do you feel about having a disciple who is the emperor?"
"Haha, you kid, you asked me about the old man!"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said: "I am already so old, and power is like a cloud to me. Grand Master only hopes that you can be a good emperor and treat the people better, and I will be satisfied."
While the grandfather and grandson were talking, two columns of cavalry rode up from a distance, followed by Zhang Wuji, who looked a little embarrassed.
"Master!"
He first knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Sanfeng, then stood up and looked at Song Xuan with a complicated look on his face.
"Senior brother, I'm causing trouble for you!"
Song Xuan smiled lightly, "It's no trouble. Fighting a battle will make those rebellious Ming troops recognize the reality, and it will also help with subsequent rule."
As he said that, he glanced at Zhang Wuji, who had long taken off his dragon robe, and said, "Junior brother, you have been a leader and an emperor, what are your plans for the future?"
"I don't know either!" Zhang Wuji said with some melancholy, "Maybe I will take Zhu'er to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to live in seclusion."
Song Xuandao: "Don't be so troublesome and go back to Wudang Mountain to stay. Grand Master is getting older. You should spend more time with him on the mountain."
You also know my situation well. When I become emperor, I will have a lot of things to deal with in this world, and I have no time to worry about Wudang. If you don’t have any objection, you can take the position of the third generation head of Wudang, right?"
Having said this, he turned to look at Master Sanfeng who was looking up at the sky with a calm expression, and said with a smile: "Master, are you satisfied with my arrangement?"
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and said: "Let's forget it! Wuji's temperament is too indecisive, and he may not be able to do well as the head of the family. Let him be the head of the family, it is simply making things difficult for him!
If you really can’t wait until Qingshu has an heir, I’ll just pick one with better martial arts qualifications and bring him back to the monastery to train him.”