The sky is high and the sun is crystall, the chestnut is depressed, the season is already entering September, it has been many months since Murong Chong led the Murong clan to occupy Afang Palace, and after these days of recuperation and collecting soldiers and horses, Murong Chong already has the strength to enter Chang'an and fight a tough battle with Fu Jian.

In addition, Qi Zhang wanted to help him achieve his long-cherished wish as soon as possible, and he had already calculated that it would be the beginning of Fu Qin's complete step by step demise since September this year, so he naturally agreed with his subordinates' proposal to attack Chang'an, and soon after that, he prepared his bags and followed Murong Chong to personally go on the expedition.

The tens of thousands of soldiers and horses that could be called upon under his command, plus the people who came to the palace in recent months or heard about the reputation of the imperial brother of the Murong clan, or recruited people from all over the country, the army that attacked the palace of Chang'an City on this trip has reached more than 100,000. Although these more than 100,000 troops are not as good as the elite soldiers of Beifu, they are also high-spirited because of their unified goals and expectations, and they can really be called a team of elite soldiers.

On Fu Jian's side, I heard that there was already a shortage of food and grass, and the people's hearts were scattered, not to mention that the people from all over the country fled to other countries, and even there were people in the army who escaped.

Therefore, the current situation can be said to be too overestimated by the opponent, and it seems that there is no force to win with more bullying and less, which is really better for our side.

Within a few days, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses traveled under the stars and nights, and finally approached the foot of the palace in Chang'an City on a cold autumn morning.

Chang'an is an ancient city with a history of thousands of years of prosperity, I have seen too much prosperity and brightness, rise and fall, and I have long been honored and disgraced, but now this Xiao Suo's appearance makes Wanzhang look at it and sigh with emotion, how many emperors have fought for the place, how many grand favors have been long, look at it today, but like a concubine who has fallen out of favor, can only vaguely see the traces of prosperity, in the bones are still proud and majestic, on the face, but there is no more prosperous clothes, glamorous and beautiful.

Even a city showed signs of defeat, and as they sat on their horses and raised their heads slightly, they could see the people waiting for them on the city walls in the distance.

Fu Jian, your Great Qin is going to die after all.

Although they were on the road day and night, their soldiers had the heart of victory, so it was still a vigorous scene, while the Qin soldiers defending the city were not only scarce in number, but all of them were silently depressed, and the number of victories and defeats in a battle was actually obvious long before the battle.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses pressed close to the city, Fu Jian stood on the city wall in a dragon robe, looking thin and old in the west wind, and his eyes were calm and sad.

He knew in his heart that his life was over.

He already knew. Ever since he had conquered the Yan Kingdom that year, and when he saw Murong Chong's first sight, the arrogant and cold young man, he had no determination to kill them all, and he knew that as long as he still had a breath, one day, he would come back, kill himself, overthrow Daqin, avenge the Yan Kingdom, and avenge his relatives.

There will definitely be such a day, Murong Chong will definitely do it.

It's just that I didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

Murong Chong, who was walking in front of Wanzhang, was dressed in silver-white armor, his black hair was also tied high with a white jade pinching gold crown, and his back was as straight as a pine, handsome as a god. Qi Zhang's gaze fell from Fu Jian, who was getting closer and closer, to his back, and suddenly felt a strange aura on him, and couldn't help but pause, until the soldiers and horses finally marched to the city of Chang'an, she figured out that it was hatred.

It was Murong Chong, who hated Fu Jian for destroying his country, killing his relatives, and humiliating his dignity.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses stopped together, just the guns and swords on the ground, and the sound of horses' hooves stepping couldn't help but make people's hearts tremble, but Fu Jian on the city wall didn't react, as if he was blind to the more than 100,000 soldiers and horses that were pressing close to his palace.

If you can still play the piano, you may be able to play an autumn marching song on today's situation. It's a pity that I can no longer play the piano, and in the face of such a scene, I can only look at it with my eyes and feel close to each other in my heart.

Wu pressed an army to surround the three layers of Chang'an city wall, and even if he didn't do anything, just breathing would make the people in the city frightened, so Murong Chong did not give any orders, and let the men and horses twice as large as the Qin army surround Chang'an City, vowing to let the Qin people also taste the suffering that Dayan had suffered a hundred times back then.

Fu Jian also saw that Murong Chong's troops were approaching the city, but the six armies did not send them, just to vent his hatred and make him feel fear and humiliation. So how can he let him get his wish?

Facing the whistling west wind, there seemed to be a strong murderous aura of Yan Jun in the air, Fu Jian took a few steps forward, looking down from the towering city wall, the most beloved and beautiful child around him back then, has now grown into a man, leading the mighty army to find him.

Suddenly sighed, and suddenly remembered that back then, if it wasn't when the two countries fought each other, would he have different feelings for himself?

At least, it shouldn't be just hate.

The thin lips of the tight pursed moved, and Fu Jian looked at Murong Chong under the city, with a silver armor and jade crown, which was very handsome. It's just that the phoenix eye hated too much, burning his heart.

couldn't help but sigh slightly:

"Where did this captivity come from? It's strong! ”

Murong Chong looked at each other coldly, but he didn't say a word, as if the person he was looking at was not only an enemy, but also an object he didn't even disdain to talk to.

Fu Jian was finally angry, he hated himself, for so many years, although he could be said to be concerned about him in every way, he was meticulous, but he was always the enemy who killed his country and killed his relatives, so he hated it, and it was understandable. But how could he turn a deaf ear to himself?

How?

clenched his fists heavily, his joints gurgled, and Fu Jian asked loudly:

"Your generation of slaves can herd cattle and sheep, what is it to send to death!"

With such provocative words, Fu Jian would have thought that he would definitely be angry, but what he never expected was that Murong Chong just crossed his eyes from his face, and this time, he didn't even give him an indifferent look anymore, only a thin and disdainful sneer was hooked at the corner of his lips, like him...... It seemed like he was in his eyes, but he was an ant.

Murong Chong's eyes were like ice, his tone was like snow, and he was indifferent:

"A slave is a slave, and he is tired of slavery and suffering, and he wants to see the generation."

Fu Jian looked at him deeply, didn't say anything, for a long time, sighed again, his aging eyes were silent, he didn't know what to say to the soldiers behind him, and then walked back, and the bright yellow figure on the city wall gradually disappeared.

The general beside Murong Chong was puzzled and just wanted to ask, but was stopped by a gesture from him, and within a moment, sure enough, an envoy walked out of the city, followed by two small soldiers, and walked straight towards Murong Chong.

The Yan army soldiers tried to intercept them, but Murong Chong raised his hand to stop them, silently watching the envoys of the Fu Jian faction walking towards him.

It wasn't until he approached that Wan Zhang saw that the envoy was holding a brocade robe, and he didn't understand what he meant, so he heard that the envoy had fallen under Murong Chong's horse from afar, and said respectfully:

"Spread the emperor's dictation, and the ancients fought with each other, so that they were in the middle. Qingyuan came to create a grass-roots creation, and did he have to work hard? Give a robe today, in order to show your heart. How about my kindness, and suddenly changed for a while! ”

As soon as these words came out, even Wanzhang couldn't help but gasp, not to mention several generals in the army, who were almost furious, wanting to kill him as soon as possible.

However, Murong Chong was still very calm, only waved his hand to summon a small soldier behind him, whispered a few words, and asked him to walk in front of the envoy.

Since he is just a small soldier, it is normal to not know the number of etiquette in the palace, the envoys of the Qin State worship respectfully, but the small soldiers of the Yan State stand upright, also called:

"The emperor's brother has an order: Lonely in the world, how can I care about a robe of Xiaohui. If you can know your fate, you can tie up your hands and send the emperor as soon as possible, and you will be able to give a lenient loan to the Fu family, so as to pay for it, and finally not make the past Shi unique and beautiful."

Hearing the rude soldier's words, the envoy was completely angry.

This white captive deceives people too much, deceives people too much!

But in the enemy army, facing him is countless swords and guns, how dare he show a little rudeness, the envoy can only be angry, bent over with a brocade robe and turned around and walked out, but it was too late to walk to the city gate, Fang just left the Yan army brigade, and was already so angry that he threw his sleeves and robes, which made the Yan army behind him laugh deliberately.

When the soldiers laughed, the cold smile faintly evoked at the corner of Murong Chong's lips gradually dissipated, and a soaring murderous aura slowly appeared in the phoenix's eyes, and the slender hand held up the cold sword, the cold sword pointed directly at Chang'an City, the thin lips slowly opened lightly, but the voice was kingly, and there was no room for comment:

"Soldiers, follow the orphan and enter Chang'an City!"

Using hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers with firm beliefs to attack a city that is scattered and weakly defended by weak soldiers has no intention of defending, the result is naturally simpler, at most it is only a matter of time.

The tall city wall was almost breached, and the men and horses went straight to the city, with a majestic army, Murong Chong took the lead, so not majestic.

When Yan Jun broke open the gate of Chang'an City with a strong knife and a sharp gun, Fu Jian had returned to Weiyang Palace, sitting in the Xuanshu Palace, and the sound of Chang'an City being breached could be vaguely heard in his ears.

He has a prosperous life, destroying countless small countries and letting a country perish, it is as easy for him as dressing and eating, and it was his most glorious years. But in this turbulent era of rise and fall, no one is destined to be an eternal victor, today he destroys other countries, he will inevitably have other countries to destroy him one day, no one can say, no one can escape.

However, although he has participated in countless battles, he sincerely hopes that this world will be peaceful one day, maybe he is old and tired, or perhaps, after he met the young man with phoenix eyes and hatred, he no longer wants to be hated, he wants one more...... A good and peaceful restart.

Murong Chong, he is so good to you, why do you only remember hatred?

Murong Chong......

Chong'er, you are too ungrateful......

Chang'an City was easily captured, and the palace was captured in one go, which was expected by all, but Murong Chong, the leader of the Yan army, did not issue a military order for a long time, and the soldiers were killing and rising, seeing that the revenge of destroying the country was close at hand, how to hold it down, and shouted with weapons one after another:

"Brother Huang, kill the thief! Brother Huang, kill the thief! ”

The sound of more than 100,000 young soldiers shouting together, reverberated in the entire Chang'an City, the thousand-year-old prosperous Chang'an City, at this time it seems to be an empty city, the people know that the Yan army is coming, and the army and the king of their own country are powerless to resist, and they can't escape, they can only hide at home to deceive themselves to create a false image of peace and stability, the people are closed and dare not go out, just to survive and steal their lives, but Murong Chong has no intention of hurting the people, the army is approaching the palace, and the eunuchs and slaves in the palace know that the army is coming to the palace, and they are all scared and trembling. Those who dared to try to escape were all killed on the spot by the soldiers guarding outside the palace, so that before a few were killed, a palace was already silent, and there was no figure in the palace or outside the palace, as if it was empty.

The generals behind Murong Chong also asked for orders to attack again, but Murong Chong obviously arrived at the gate of the palace, but he didn't take a step closer, and only led the army to surround the palace, and surrounded it several times.

Then the phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the familiar palace was in front of his eyes, but he didn't want to take it down so easily, and he didn't want Fu Jian to die like this......

He will let him suffer well.

The hatred of destroying the country, but he always feels that he is kind to himself, just because of the humiliation of those years? He called that en? He said he was ungrateful?

Hmph, jokes, not to mention who in this world has ever been kind to him, and who has ever been righteous to him? As for Fu Jian's dog thief, he understands very well that he can only persecute and destroy himself.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the shouts of the soldiers immediately quieted down, thinking that Murong Chong was going to give the order to attack the palace, and they all waited excitedly, but Murong Chong's thin lips opened lightly, and what he said was:

"Leave 50,000 troops to surround Weiyang Palace, and the others will return to Afang Palace with Gu."

The soldiers were puzzled, but none of them dared to have doubts, 50,000 people stayed, and the rest got on their horses, followed Murong Chong, who turned around, and rode back to Afang Palace.

Wanzhang followed Murong Chong all the way, she didn't help in this siege battle, and she didn't even say a word, but it could be the deepest and most shocking one since she joined the army, not because of how concise and refreshing the method of attacking the city was, but after this time, her understanding of Murong Chong can be said to be one step further.

From the arrogance and indifference at the beginning, to the imminent departure not long ago, and then to just now, I saw his hatred and humiliation, pride and disdain. I can say that I can't see through him at all.

Murong Chong, Murong Chong, Wanzhang looked at his tall back and was stunned again, what kind of heart is it under this beautiful and abnormal skin?