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There were too many tears shed yesterday, and at this moment, Han Feng had no tears to shed, and he only felt tired.

He couldn't hear the screams of the Yi people, let alone Qin Chenghe's painful howls close by, he was about to turn around and go back to the camp, when he suddenly heard a rumbling bell ringing in the imperial capital.

The sound was incessant, and at this time, only Duren could calm down and count the number of bells.

"Eighty-one. Duren took a cool breath, "That's ......"

Han Feng turned around suddenly, shocked and suspicious in his heart: "How is it possible, it is Zhan Mingyou who is dead!"

Qin Chenghe still maintained his posture, pulling the hem of Han Feng's clothes with one hand and pressing it on the ground with the other. His eyes were red, and he still didn't understand what the scene in the sky portended. The "God of Nature" was bitten to death by the "Original Snake", so has the entire Yi clan been abandoned by God?

Even if the Emperor Zhan Dynasty in the imperial capital died at this moment, it would be difficult to recover the blow to the morale of the Yi people from that scene.

And the bell that was still ringing told everyone that none of this was a dream, everyone was stunned, and all eyes were staring at Han Feng, waiting for him to make an idea.

Helping Qin Chenghe, Han Feng saw that this man's eyes were dilated, and his heart was helpless for a while-fortunately, something happened in the imperial capital, otherwise it would be such a mess, and the Yi people would only be afraid that they would have no fighting spirit, and he would only have to rely on the army of Zhao Gong and Zhang Boyuan to fight the imperial capital.

The imperial capital has changed drastically, this should be the opportunity that Lijiao has won for him, Han Feng can hardly hold back his steps, he patted Qin Chenghe's shoulder, and said in a loud voice backwards: "The whole army is lined up, and the troops will be sent to the imperial capital!"

Zhan Mingyou is really dead.

When Han Feng led the army to the imperial capital, he just saw that the banner of the corner tower had been changed to white, which confirmed the conjecture that the bell had just risen.

Zhan Mingyou has no descendants, there are not many princes of the first emperor, except for Zhan Mingyou, there is only one second prince - but it is said that as early as the beginning of Zhan Mingyou's reign, this second prince has been given to death. Counting further, the former emperor's own brother, King Song, was sent to the north bank of the river to pay attention to the war in the south of the Yangtze River at this time, even if something happened to the emperor, he could not return for a while.

There is no one in the capital, the army is pressing, and the only bloodline of the former emperor - Zhan Mingxi is still on the other side, no matter what, the resistance of the imperial capital seems to be unreasonable and powerless.

At this time, Yuan did not appear, and the half-Yi girl who was originally guarding the outer city wall had no fighting spirit, seeing Han Feng leading the army to the city, it didn't take long for her to raise the white flag, and then the city gate was wide open, and the army drove straight in.

Outside the city, Han Feng saw that the piece of white jade that symbolized Bai Tong was still lying on the ground, but it had lost its original luster, and the overall color was gray, and it seemed to be just an ordinary stone. The white boy is dead, and he is still there, but he doesn't know what to do with the green nightmare. He dismounted to pick up the white jade as a souvenir, but as soon as his hand touched it, the whole stone turned to powder, and was blown away by a gust of wind.

broke the bones and scattered ashes, and it seemed that the original resentment against Bai Tongzhen was quite deep.

At that moment, Han Feng seemed to feel that a figure flashed across the city wall, with a hint of a sneer.

Entering the outer city of the imperial capital, he rode a blizzard to the front. The wound on his right wrist was still painful, but he was fearless. Along the most central Xuanwu Avenue, four neat rows of half-Yi female soldiers stood on both sides. His eyes looked at their faces one by one, and he saw that some of these women were as young as Han Yueying, and some looked a little older, but the most of them were probably up and down the Yu Tianxing Earth, and the number of older ones was very small, and their faces were even more haggard, and there were no more people above.

The fact that the half-Yi girl was not looked at as a person in the mansion of the dignitaries had already spread all over Kyushu, and now it seems that those rumors are probably light. Once every five years, Han Feng used to be puzzled by this time, and felt that too many half-yi women had been transported away, but now it seems that this number is only a little less than the "consumption" of half-yi women in the imperial capital. When the new people came, most of the old people had already been tortured to death, and then there was a new round of torture. The half-Yi girl is already weak, how can she be so tormented.

It seems that what happened to Yu Tianxing in Pingsha City back then can be called happy, and the experience of dying at sea like Han Yueying is just ordinary.

It's no wonder that these half-yi girls were so loyal to Zhan Mingyou before. Liberate them from the palace and the provinces, join the army in a unified formation, no matter how hard the training in the army is, it is better than the previous days, not to mention that there is no general in the imperial capital now, even if this training is very dull.

Han Feng's gaze at the half-yi girl was full of sympathy, and the half-yi girl's gaze at Han Feng was full of curiosity and incomprehension. The imperial capital is very strict with the news, and their sources are not many, most of them only know the rebels at this moment, but they don't know the true origin of this man, until they are really close at this moment, and they see clearly, only to awaken the memory that has been sleeping in their hearts for a long time.

In the memory of Lidu, it was the best time of their lives, but unfortunately it has long been annihilated by the darkness since then. No one dared to think about it, no one dared to mention it, not just because it was a taboo in the imperial capital and heard bad luck in the ears of those dignitaries, but because everything was so beautiful that it was like a sharp blade carved from crystal, and the slightest touch would make the heart bleed.

Until this moment, until this moment, those crystal blades combined into the man on the back of the snow-blue steed, which came straight to the sun, so bright that it could not be seen, and inserted into the heart of the entire Daiguo. Every aspect of him is reminiscent of the days when he left the capital.

This man's face was so familiar, and it flowed with blood similar to his own. I don't know which half-Yi girl reflected from the shock first, and suddenly changed from standing to kneeling, prostrate on the ground with tears, kissing the bluestone brick in front of her, in order to get closer to Han Feng: "Relatives, you are our family!"

This shout made Han Feng unable to help but stop his horse. Behind him was the already depressed troops of the Yi clan, and after hearing this, the men led by Qin Chenghe also froze, looking at these female soldiers around them, not knowing how to react.

They were enemies, and only a day ago, they were willing to use their bodies to add bricks and tiles to the outer walls of the imperial capital, but at this moment, with this shout, with them finally recognizing these different faces from the generation, the outer city of the imperial capital could truly be regarded as falling apart and ceasing to exist.

Han Feng was inconvenient to dismount, he looked at the half-yi girl kneeling on the ground, and his voice involuntarily slowed down a lot: "I am your family, I will take you home." ”

The cheers burst on, and almost instantly, the neat half-defeated female soldiers dispersed.