Ji Ling was beheaded, Xu Chu carried a blood-stained elephant trunk knife, and crashed into the panicked enemy bush like a killing god, and the blade passed, and the head fell to the ground.

The Soviet soldiers on the city wall, you scramble to climb the top of the city, pounce on the enemy in hundreds, and kill wantonly.

The last general, Ji Ling, was killed, and Yuan's fighting spirit collapsed, and they all collapsed.

Su Zhe broke through on the whole line, and the front line of Ximen was completely broken.

With a loud bang, the gates opened and the drawbridge was lowered.

The veteran Huang Zhong took the lead, carried a knife and a prancing horse through the city gate, and entered Shouchun City.

The Soviet soldiers who followed closely behind poured into the city like fierce beasts, killing people when they saw them, killing them with red eyes, even the enemy soldiers who were lying on the ground and asking for surrender, they were all killed.

"How can this be, how can this be~~"

Looking at the city walls that had been broken through everywhere, Yuan Shu was extremely sad, and his face full of fat was distorted to an inhuman form.

In despair, seeing the Soviet army rushing towards him, he didn't dare to stay in the city any longer, so he could only jump off the city in a hurry and fled to the palace.

As soon as Yuan Shu left, the Huainan army collapsed and retreated.

Tens of thousands of Soviet soldiers poured into the city like a torrent, and slaughtered the palace in the center in all directions.

At the head of the West Gate City, the banner with the word "Yuan" was smashed by clicking, and a banner with the word "Su" was slowly raised.

Shouchun City changes hands!

Su Zhe boarded the city, looked at the blood-stained city, and looked at the flying banners of the word "Su", full of spirit, and his heart was extremely happy, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

It's not over yet.

After indulging in laughter, Su Zhe immediately went down to the city, led a large group of people, and killed towards the palace.

At this time, Yuan Shu had fled back to the palace in embarrassment under the escort of hundreds of defeated soldiers.

And those hundreds of personal soldiers, who have followed Yuan Shu to the present, are the most loyal to Yuan Shu, and at this last moment, even if they know that Yuan Shu has reached the end of the road, they still fight to the death, and they want to shed the last drop of blood for Yuan Shu.

The offensive of the Soviet army was concentrated at the west gate of the palace, and the stubborn resistance of the enemy troops was also concentrated at the west gate.

Because there were many houses near the palace and the terrain was relatively narrow, although the Soviet army was numerous, it could not be deployed and could not give full play to its advantages, and it was not possible to break through the palace for a while.

After Su Zhe arrived outside the palace, he took a look at the terrain and immediately ordered to divide his troops and horses to attack the palace on all sides, instead of everyone crowding at the west gate.

Soon, tens of thousands of Soviet troops scattered in all directions, scattered along the imperial city, and launched a fierce attack on the palace gates on all sides.

Most of Yuan Shu's soldiers and horses were wiped out on the front line of the outer city, and the so-called Imperial Forest Army in the city was only more than a thousand people, how could they resist the fierce attack of the Soviet army from all sides.

Finally, before dusk, the Soviet army broke through the west gate of the palace, and the brigade poured into the palace like a tide, and went straight to the golden palace in the center.

When the remnants of Yuan Shu were still resisting, Yuan Shu himself had already given up hope and fled back to the Golden Palace alone.

At this moment, the golden palace is already empty, what palace maids and eunuchs, what concubines and concubines, have already fled like birds and beasts, and they are all gone, and by the way, all the jewels and jade treasures in the golden palace have been emptied.

Yuan Shu sat on the dragon throne with a butt, looking at the empty and messy hall, his heart was very sad, and for the first time in his life, he really felt what it means to betray his relatives.

Yuan Shu couldn't help but remember that just a few months ago, he was still sitting on this golden palace, enjoying the mountain shouts of the ministers, hugging the beauties left and right, drinking the elixir and jade liquid, listening to the immortal music, and enjoying the joy of the emperor.

Now, only a few months later, he has had his son killed, his confidant betrayed, his only general killed in battle, his soldiers and horses lost, and everything was gone.

It was as if everything he had was just an illusory dream, and he had never had it.

"I am the lord of destiny, I am the emperor, why did I fall into such a field, why~~"

Yuan Shu asked the sky angrily, the old tears were rampant, and he was extremely sad and angry.

In response to him, there was only a response from himself.

He grabbed the remnants of the wine on the dragon case that had not been drunk yesterday, raised his head and poured it up, letting the wine run from his mouth, getting wet, and he didn't even realize it.

has reached this step of the field, only one step away from death, where can he care about the dignity of an emperor.

He could only have a moment of comfort.

Outside the hall, the sound of killing was approaching rapidly, and Yuan Shu knew very well that Su Zhe had broken through his imperial city and was killing towards the main hall.

The last drop of wine entered his throat, Yuan Shu's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and he grabbed the saber on the side of the case with both hands.

For a moment, he thought of killing himself.

As the Son of Heaven, as the concubine of the noble Yuan family, how could he tolerate that he would fall into the hands of Su Zhe's humble thief alive and suffer humiliation.

Only by committing suicide can his noble dignity be preserved.

The long sword in his hand rested on his neck, Yuan Shu closed his eyes, frowned tightly, and clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, almost cutting it off with a sword.

At the last moment, he was deflated, deep fear welled up on his fat face, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

His body was weak, and he sat down on the dragon seat weakly, panting heavily, as if he was prostrating.

He still doesn't have that courage after all.

How can an arrogant maniac who is accustomed to glory and wealth and enjoy all the fine clothes and food be able to go down and say goodbye to everything he once had and end his life.

Thundered!

Just when Yuan Shu was weak, the gate of the Golden Palace was suddenly slammed open, and countless Soviet soldiers rushed in, and the black pressed swords, guns, swords, and halberds instantly filled the main hall.

The cold door reflected by countless blades shook so that Yuan Shu was dizzy for a while, and he couldn't even open his eyes, so he had to raise his arm to cover it.

Then he heard the sound of horses' hooves.

Someone rode a horse, walked into the gate of the Golden Temple, passed through the empty hall, climbed the jade steps, and stopped in front of him.

His hands could even feel the cloudy breath coming from the horse's nose.

Yuan Shu reluctantly opened his eyes, slowly lowered his arms, straightened up with difficulty, and finally gradually saw the person riding the horse in front of him.

It was a young man in gold armor.

Although his body was thin, he exuded a royal aura that was not angry and arrogant, and the strong oppressive aura made him shiver.

At this moment, the young man was so condescending, looking down at him coldly.

That cold look, that contemptuous gaze, full of contempt for losers, full of disdain.

A few seconds later, Yuan Shu's mouth trembled and spit out a name: "Su ...... Su Zhe! ”