The silver-colored figure had disappeared into the twilight, leaving only Zhao Guangyi and Shidou to look at each other.

"I originally thought that these miraculous things could be reliable for 10,000 years!

"I can't imagine that he was eliminated by himself, what should I do with those things that have been replaced? Sell them? Your Majesty, to be honest, I really don't have the guts. ”

"You can't sell it, even if you throw it in the boiler and re-smelt it, you can't sell it!" Zhao Guangyi shook his head slowly: "These are the real important weapons of the country, and the power of any one is no less than that of the national throne and the divine right of the monarch, I, Zhao Guangyi, am not stupid enough to lose such an important thing and let it fall into the hands of the enemy!"

As he spoke, he turned and let the afterglow of the setting sun envelop his back, rendering his originally red robes into a dynasty-like crimson gold. Shi Doucai looked at him and felt that he really had the atmosphere of an emperor, but he did not forget the main purpose of his coming to accompany Zhao Guangyi to gossip at this time:

"Your Majesty, this morning Emperor Yue issued twelve gold medals in a row, ordering the rebel army to return, and he wants to be rewarded separately!"

"Pershing has been defeated?" Zhao Guangyi's first reaction was disbelief: "With that kind of defensive strength of the city, 230,000 people can be defeated?"

"The city is not broken, the gold medal has arrived. After Judou finished saying this, he let the silence envelop the two of them like the afterglow of the sunset.

Zhao Guangyi turned his head and looked at the beautiful sunset, and a monstrous wave rolled in his heart. Almost instantly, he had analyzed a lot of things, a lot of things that the rebels couldn't understand.

"Hasn't the news of the death of the first emperor come out yet......" He asked a question that sounded completely out of tune and had nothing to do with the issue being discussed, and this question made Shi Doucai's face change sharply.

"Your Majesty! The minister is guilty! The minister actually missed an important piece of news! That is, in Pershing City, many people have even seen the 'first emperor'! They all say that the 'first emperor' is raising horses for Emperor Beiwu!"

"That's not the first emperor!" The muscles on Zhao Guangyi's face squirmed like the flesh on a leopard's body, and he looked particularly vicious: "Yin Shanluan can have a fake, Li Xuanqi can have a fake, can't the first emperor have a fake?" Maybe it won't be long before you are ten buckets and I, Zhao Guangyi, can come up with dozens of them!!"

"And as long as there is one in Pershing, Zhao Jiyue will inevitably patrol and dare not enter! His Zhao Jiyue's throne is not coming from the right way, how can he dare to greet the 'first emperor' to respond to Tianfu! When the 'first emperor' arrives at Ying Tianfu, he can only obediently be a courtier! Ying Tianfu is not Gusu, the difference between the emperor and the courtiers is the difference between the master and the slave, how can Zhao Jiyue, who ascended the throne in the ninth five-year period, be willing to step down from it!"

Zhao Guangyi's words left Shi Doucai speechless, for many years, Shi Doucai has been accustomed to being a courtier, and he is also used to thinking about problems in the way of a courtier. Breaking through the enemy capital and welcoming back the captured emperor is definitely the greatest merit and glory that every courtier dreams of, and it can be regarded as the greatest loyalty in the world, but welcoming back the former emperor is not a wonderful thing for the current emperor.

Shidou only suddenly remembered at this time that since the millennium of civilization, the battle to capture the enemy capital and rescue the emperor has not never been before, but the result of each battle is that the enemy is broken, and the emperor dies, so he can only bring the body of the emperor back for burial, as for whether the corpse brought back is the emperor's, no one will argue anymore. The thousands of years under the rule of the corrupt Confucian civilization, the emperor's golden mouth, and the black and blue criticism of the imperial court are the only standard of right and wrong in this secular and realistic world, and this standard itself can harmonize everything that is different from the standard The four words are written off, pretending to have never appeared, and the history writers of later generations will never say a word about this charity, and the truth of everything, the so-called history, and the merits of the matter depend on the emperor's mood.

Only those who dared to overthrow the emperor were able to leave behind a few authentic records, which are precious and the only evidence to refute the historical hypocrisy, which in fact fundamentally determined how many steps forward human civilization could take.

Shi Dou only remembered Yinchen's theory of electing the emperor, the imperial power established under this theoretical framework is not formally different from the current southern and northern kingdoms, the emperor still needs to be in charge of everything, the ministers still have to perform their duties, the forbidden army still needs to defend Kyoto, and the configuration of county officials is only a little adjusted, Yinchen did not set up a court that was completely obedient to the orders of the elected parliament, and did not condone the cooking of the dish to become populist. His theory, the greatest contribution, is to make the change of dynasty more frequent, become civilized, and no longer need the blood and sacrifice of the world, so that everyone who dreams of being an emperor can show their strength on different platforms, and then select the best. In addition to the change of dynasty, the emperor's seal and the decrees of the imperial court really accepted the supervision of the world, and no one can distort the truth of the world with the authority of imperial power.

Shidou suddenly burst into tears of gratitude for the era he lived in. As a literati who is accustomed to being a courtier, his biggest dream in life is to assist a generation of Ming monarchs, and it is precisely this emperor election mechanism that does not ask about family origin, regardless of status, only seeks both virtue and ability, and is a mechanism that can only produce Ming monarchs. The power of the people has always been so wonderful that if put in the right place, it will work wonders, and if it is put in the wrong place, it will be endless chaos.

"Your Majesty, do we need to go to Pershing?" Shidou felt the heat all over his body, so hot that he wanted to rub his hands very much.

"It's almost winter, what to fight. Zhao Guangyi was not happy at all, he was now thinking about the location of the core power blast furnace in the ruling area, the radiation range of the blast furnace was limited, and it was purely distributed in circles, and he had to ensure that these circles could just cover every major settlement.

Those small villages were lined up with rebel soldiers with the emperor's decree to persuade the people there to temporarily relocate, and even promised them to return in the summer and take refuge in the winter, after all, no one knew that the coming cold winter would last for several years.

The sun was slowly setting, the cold wind was gradually rising, and the two suddenly shivered in unison.

"Winter is coming. Zhao Guangyi's voice was as heavy as condensed iron.

【At the same time: Pershing City】

In the darkness, the raindrops grew from small to large, quickly changing from the shape of a cow's hair to the shape of a projectile. When the first drop of projectile-shaped raindrop fell on his shoulder, the young man actually reached out and touched his shoulder.

"What about the familiar sound of raindrops falling on the chain mail...... such a thought flashed through the young man's mind, and he quickly blocked this thought: "Really, when did you become so sentimental?"

The young man stopped and looked at the huge city in the darkness. On the top of the towering city wall, there are sparse torches, like ghost fires, and there is a sense of wind and rain in the rain. He instinctively glanced back behind him, only to see the empty muddy road behind him, and the continuous tents with the banner of the righteous army erected, so he turned his head, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a determined copper.

"Wan Jianxin is right, we can't live in the shadow of silver dust for the rest of our lives, and we have no way to surpass the way of military strength, so in terms of personal combat strength, we already have an infinite way to retreat, shouldn't we be a little more aggressive? In the gradually increasing rain curtain, the lonely figure of the young man was nothing but a pitch black mass erected under the huge city gate tower.

At this moment, the torches above the city tower are like cold stars high in the sky in the rainstorm and dark night, and they can't shine far at all, especially when they are blocked by the rain curtain and blown by the damp gang wind, they can almost only illuminate the flat land at the top of the city tower, and the entire city wall and the city gate in the middle of the city wall, as well as the street below the city gate, have long been pitch black.

The young man walked in this darkness, and he became a part of the darkness, in this darkness, the young man clearly felt that there was a power in his body that was different from the battle spirit, and slowly awakened, accompanied by a slight feeling of hunger, and the strength in his hands and feet gradually increased.

"That's what it is...... The power of the bloodline?" The young man recalled the situation when he was examined by Han Konggu and Yang Ziyi, and the situation was not ashamed, but he was very surprised by the conclusion he reached: he was not a pure-blooded human, his body had half of the blood of the Dilo Demon flowing in his body, and he should be a hybrid descendant of a human and that terrifying ape-like creature, equivalent to another form of wolf child.

"It's nothing, it's just that anyone knows how to use this power, except when eating?" thought the young man as he reached out and touched his head, which was originally bare and now had an extra hat on it, and someone else's hair was still stuck to it. It was a wig hat that had no other purpose than to hide his bald head.

In this way, in almost pure darkness, he walked into the hole of the city gate, which was also pitch black, and faced the city gate fifteen paces away, which weighed one hundred and ninety tons, that is, three hundred and eighty thousand catties, and with the strength and soul of a young man, it was impossible to push it. The young man knew that the upper limit of his own arm strength was 40,000 catties, which meant that he could push away forty tons of things.

Forty tons!

This is almost the most powerful single power other than divine power, the scientific and technological power of the puppet sect, which is the result of system integration, and cannot be counted. The young man didn't know at this time that the thrust output of the world's largest monster and the mechanical stress of the most terrifying monster bite could reach up to 8,000 catties at most, even if there were super monsters weighing tens of thousands of catties, they all lived in the deep sea, barely surviving on the buoyancy of the sea, so it was impractical for the youth to "push" the two doors like silver dust.

His figure was completely hidden in the darkness of the city gate cave, and there was no one on the left and right, after all, in such a dark and rainy night, no idler was interested in wandering in the city gate cave, and the pigtailed soldiers guarding the city would never open the door at this moment - they could neither hear the shouts of the people below, nor would they pay attention, and they were ordered to seal the city gate as soon as it was dark, and no one could open it.

So in the stillness of darkness, the young man slowed down and walked towards the side of the doorway, where a steel golem stood at some point.

The puppet was very round and fat, like a huge upright capsule, its limbs were very elongated, and it was covered with wheels, as if six chainsaws had forgotten to install strings, the edges of the wheels were covered with tiny bucket-like picks, and there was a lot of stone powder on them, and the puppet's head looked round and bare, but the black seams on it clearly indicated that it might have more "efficient" tools in its head.

The puppet stood in absolute darkness, and the young man seemed to not need light at all to see everything in front of him, he walked over, and the puppet seemed to sense someone coming, and in the darkness lit up a blue light, and then quickly turned into a green light, which was not a detection light, but an indicator light on the puppet's head.

The indicator light, which was not much bigger than a mosquito, lit up and went out, and in the sound of the rain that gradually intensified, the puppet's torso quickly split in half, making a pneumatic sound that was not obvious, and the young man seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still walked firmly to the middle of the two halves of his body, allowing the two halves of his body to fit together, wrapping him inside.

It was a small cut-off pod that could only provide a limited amount of juice and enough oxygen. After the young man entered the manned cabin inside the puppet, a two-square-meter stone in front of the puppet suddenly slowly lifted up, about more than a meter, and then slowly slid away to the left, the puppet raised its thin feet, cautiously took two steps forward, and then leaned on six thin limbs to pick at the rocky ground, and slowly lowered the body into the exposed hole.

After the puppet completely disappeared under the entrance of the cave, the extremely heavy cubic meter of stubborn stone slowly moved to its original position, blocking the entrance like a plug.

It wasn't a stone, it was a block of concrete disguised as a stone.

[At the same time]

When the puppet carried the young man into the hole, on the tower of the city gate, in a brightly lit side hall that had been renovated, all kinds of hot and cold dishes were placed on the table of the Eight Immortals, and a silver-robed man was sitting at the table and gobbling it up.

He was dressed in a silver robe, but instead of silver hair and silver eyes, he had black hair, dark blue eyes, and an equally black beard, and his long hair was scattered like a large black silk scarf covering the silver hood at the back of his neck. He ate quickly, while the man across from him savored it in small bites.