The cold wind swept through Yecheng, bringing the yellow sand and chilling the hearts of too many people.

There is no light in the dark night, and the war is arrogant, even if it is a raging fire, it cannot burn the blood of the humble boy.

Fu Jian looked at Murong Chong with half-squinted eyes, and suddenly let out a somewhat inappropriate sigh. If he hadn't been born in this stormy and turbulent world, this young man might have done something earth-shattering.

It's just that it's a pity in the end.

"Murong Chong, as long as you lead the army to surrender now, I, Fu Jian, can promise you that I will never hurt your people in the slightest, and I will settle your royal heirs of Yan Kingdom."

Fu Jian said loudly, and asked the Qin army to collect all the arrows and stop the attack.

Murong Chong looked at him coldly, sneering, his head, which had never been lowered, was still held high. If Song Ling hadn't been pulling him now, he would have drawn his sword and rushed out, dying with Fu Jian.

Fu Jian looked at the young man who was mad like a lion, and from his eyes that were red with hatred, he seemed to see a fire, with a rolling anger that was enough to destroy the world, burning up and covering the world.

As if in a trance, he seemed to see that a few years later, this young man who was reborn in hatred was also dressed in white like this night, but he led thousands of troops and horses, and trampled through every inch of land in the Qin State. Everywhere he went, rivers of blood flowed and wails were everywhere.

Suddenly, Fu Jian's war horse was inexplicably startled, and suddenly raised its hooves and took a few steps back.

Wang Meng seemed to have exhausted his patience, and he said coldly to Murong Chong, "Murong Chong, if you don't surrender again, just wait to collect the body for your imperial brother!" ”

Yang Ding immediately understood, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he swung his sword violently, with strong force, and there was a momentum of slashing down.

"Phoenix Emperor!" Murong burst into tears, and shouted loudly in horror at Murong Chong's small words.

Murong Chong closed his eyes in pain, and the blood-stained sword suddenly slipped from his hand and sank into the yellow sand, deeply imprinting a thick scale. He knew that he had buried not just a sword, but the rise and fall of a world.

Song Ling only felt that his arm was light, as light as a kite with broken wings, floating alone in the smoke and smoke, unable to find its direction.

Her heart ached like a knife, and she reached out and held his hand tightly. And she clearly felt that his hand was so desperately cold, like the ice and snow in the cold winter of Lajiu, and she even felt in a trance that what flowed out of his hand was not blood, but snow that had melted from the ice.

Even many years later, she still vividly remembered his cold hands and his desperate heart.

"Phoenix Emperor!" Murong Hong looked at Murong Chong's move and shouted desperately from the ruined city tower.

But in the end, he put down his sword anyway.

"Lord Wang!" Yang Zhao shouted at Murong Chong in disbelief, how unwilling he was, he was crushed in that desperate and helpless shout.

"Lord Wang!" Duan Sui sighed, and with Murong Chong, he unloaded the arrows on his body.

He himself knows very well that they have no way out.

Yan Jun saw that Murong Chong put down his sword, and they all put down their swords in unison, and in an instant, the sound of the sword entering the ground covered the howling wind.

Yang Zhao couldn't bear to look at this scene, and tilted his face to one side fiercely, he knew that Da Yan was really perished!

The corners of Yang Ding's mouth suddenly raised an unfathomable smirk, with a clear understanding of the world, and when the long sword was about to slash at Murong's electric flint, the blade of the sword was deflected, only cutting off a few strands of his broken hair.

In the eleventh year of Jianxi, the Qin king Fu Jian personally drove the expedition to Yecheng, captured the Yan Emperor Murong, and the corpses in Yecheng were all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river.

The gate of Yecheng was slammed shut, and the bones and flesh, blood and tears shed, were deeply precipitated in such an endless night, and a heavy imprint like fire was fiercely engraved in the hearts of every Dayan person.

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Besides, Murong Ping, a little better than Murong 's luck, after he and Murong ran away, he fled all the way to Goguryeo, this once a subject country of Great Yan, a country that was once conquered by Murong Ke and Murong Chui when they were young, no longer obeyed Da Yan's orders. The king of Goguryeo, when he saw that Yecheng had been lost and Dayan had been defeated, hurriedly ordered someone to tie up Murong Ping Wuhuanda and send it to Fu Jian, and couldn't wait to curry favor with Qin.

In Dragon City, there was no escape from the domination of fate. Murong Liang, the king of Bohai, defended himself according to his troops and swore not to surrender, but he did not expect that Murong Huan, the king of Yidu, led his troops into Longcheng on the grounds of defection, assassinated Murong Liang, and his others, and wanted to go to Liaodong, the place where Xianbei made his fortune.

Liaodong Taishou had surrendered to Qin and reported Murong Huan, Yang Ding and Guo Qing rushed to Liaodong and beheaded Murong Huan.

At this point, all the territory of Yan has been completely entered into Qin.

Yan Zhuzhou Mushou and Liuyi Qushuai all surrendered to Qin, Qin De County 157, 2.46 million households, population 9.99 million.

Fu Jian rewarded the treasures and beauties of the Yan Imperial Palace to the soldiers, and named Wang Meng as the envoy, the governor of the six states of Kandong, the general of the chariot and cavalry, the opening of the palace with the three divisions, the pastor of Jizhou, the marquis of Qinghe County, the town guarded Yecheng, and rewarded him with all the treasures in the Murong Ping Mansion.

In response to Murong's words at the time, "If the thieves and soldiers enter, the family and country are lost, and the king holds the money and wants to be safe!" ”

Fu Jian gave Yang Anjue the Marquis of Boping County, and his son Yang Ding was the son. Deng Qiang sealed the envoy to hold the festival, captured the general, stabilized the Taishou, and gave the title of Zhending Marquis. Guo Qing sealed the festival, supervised the military of Youzhou, and the history of Youzhou thorns, and guarded Jicheng. All the meritorious soldiers are rewarded.

Overnight, the once most powerful and wealthy country was reduced to nothingness.

There is another person who is even more sad than Murong Chong!

Murong Chui dragged his old body and re-stepped on this land that had become a ruin, the place he once missed day and night, he couldn't help but look at the devastation and burst into tears.

His kingdom and his house are still perished!

Although he did not accompany the army, the Yan Kingdom declined because of his departure. Knowing this, instead of letting the great mountains and rivers of Yan Kingdom fall into the hands of Qin State, it is better to be supported by their father and son!

Ling'er! I regret my father's refusal to listen to you!

Thinking of Fu Jian's hypocrisy of benevolence and righteousness, Xiben's promise at that time was still broken in the end.

"To be the same as the Qing to set the world, sue the Daizong, and then return the Qing state, the world is sealed Youzhou, so that the Qing will go to the country without losing the filial piety of the son, and return to me without the loyalty of the king, it is also beautiful!"

At this time, there was a fire in Murong Chui's heart, which was burning with the momentum of a prairie fire.

In December, Fu Jian wanted to appease the remnants of Xianbei and moved more than 40,000 people from Murong and other royal clans to Chang'an.

In 370 A.D., Dayan fell.