Chapter 223: Chaotic Scenery

Escape!

At this time, the first word that Murong Xun thought of, in the face of Zhao Haochen, he felt powerless, and the call of death, no one knew Zhao Haochen's ruthlessness better than him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Murong Xun, who was sitting on the throne, stood up suddenly, looking hideous and terrifying, fierce and vicious, like a demon running out of hell, wanting to take a step towards the outside of the hall, but his legs froze in place as if he didn't obey the call.

"Poof!"

Murong Xun fell heavily to the ground, his clothes were all out of shape by him in a panic, and the wisps hung on his body, and many ministers below hurriedly exclaimed and ran forward to help him.

Unexpectedly, Murong Xun couldn't help shaking his head, his eyes were filled with fear, and he roared at the crowd almost like a wild beast.

"Quick, prepare the horses, I'm going out of the city!"

"Quick!"

The hoarse roar startled the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty at a loss, and in his incessant urging, the guards had no choice but to do so, and Murong Xun was carried out of the Jinluan Palace.

didn't even pack up any of the softness, just beckoned the carriage all the way north.

The emperor fled, and the rest of the ministers also glanced at each other, hurried to the direction of home, hurriedly notified their families, packed up the softness, took the gold and silver, and prepared to be a loyal minister and a good general, in the name of it, to protect the emperor.

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After this battle, the million army did not suffer the slightest casualties, the sword did not move, but after a few waves of arrows, Huajing City fell, at first I thought it was Murong Xun's conspiracy, but when he saw the rumbling explosions that continued to resound through the sky, the corpses that fell on the cold ground, and the disgusting smell of blood blowing in his face, Zhao Haochen was convinced.

"Oh!oh!oh!"

The cheers in the army were equally shocking, and when the officials and people in Huajing City heard such a sound, they all closed their doors and windows tightly, hid in their houses, and did not dare to go out to check. As for the remaining soldiers of the harvest, they were terrified when they saw such a scene, and they did not have the courage to resist at all.

The sound was like a tide, like a circle of huge ripples, spreading extremely quickly to the surroundings.

"Into town!"

Zhao Haochen gave an order, and the mighty army marched into Huajing City, and the imperial capital of Dongyu Kingdom was declared occupied, and Dongyu Kingdom also went to extinction.

Along the familiar hall in the past, Zhao Haochen led the soldiers and horses directly to the Jinluan Palace, according to his guess, the little emperor Murong Xun should be waiting for him inside, and it happened that the handwriting also wanted to ask him why he treated himself like this at that time.

The splendid Jinluan Hall is particularly dazzling today under the sunshine.

A sixteen-year-old boy, dressed in golden armor, with bright red hair fluttering in the wind on the top of his head, and his feet pedaling dark black steps, with youthful spirit, stepped step by step on the Dongyu Kingdom, which has been an eye-catching palace for thousands of years.

He fought at the door, giving people the illusion that he was the master of this thousand-year-old country, and that this dragon throne should be his.

Zhao Haochen didn't have the slightest momentum, just a pair of eyes, looking forward faintly, but it made people feel a huge coercion, the momentum of the real emperor, they had never seen this kind of momentum in Murong Xun, the momentum that was powerful in the world.

And Zhao Haochen's whole body was straight and straight, standing there like a sharp sword, with a restrained edge, but no one ignored its horror.

As Zhao Haochen walked in step by step, his feet stepped on the ground, and the armor on his body made a crisp sound, which woke up a few old ministers who were still in the court.

Zhao Haochen looked around, the huge Jinluan Hall was enough to accommodate a hundred officials, and at this moment, only five old people were still standing here, their eyes were full of horror, but then, several of them suddenly became cold.

One of the old men scolded Zhao Haochen angrily, "Zhao Haochen, it is really despicable that Your Majesty trusts you so much, but you want to be such a chaotic minister and thief!"

Zhao Haochen looked at it lightly and did not argue.

He knew that in the hearts of these old ministers, the seeds of loyalty and patriotism had been planted, and the concept that the king wanted his ministers to die and the ministers had to die was deeply rooted.

They are like decaying dead wood, and Zhao Haochen has no way to turn decay into magic.

"Hmph!" The other old minister was not afraid of the blade at his neck, his eyes were burning with rage, and he was about to burn Zhao Haochen to ashes before he was willing to give up, "The sky has eyes, a chaotic minister and thief like you will not end well!"

The other three also spoke out one after another, and Zhao Haochen's calm face did not have a trace of twists and turns, but asked quietly, "Where is Murong Xun?"

"Rebellious ministers and thieves, even if I die, I won't tell you where Your Majesty is!" Several old men were full of anger, eager to bite Zhao Haochen to pieces.

Closing his eyes, Zhao Haochen said, "Send them on the road!"

The knife fell in his hand, and the five heads rolled down on the ground, and in the soft shouts of his subordinates, Zhao Haochen opened his eyes.

"Marshal, Your Majesty drove the carriage all the way north a quarter of an hour ago!" the soldiers under his command told Zhao Haochen what they had discovered.

"Chase!"

An understatement laid the foundation for Murong Xun's hardships along the way.

"Marshal, there's another piece of information here!" his subordinates carefully presented the information in their hands to Zhao Haochen, waiting for his order.

Seeing the information in his hand, Zhao Haochen's face changed, according to the information described, the whereabouts of Liu Cheng and his thirty men.

The clear words fell into his eyes, as if countless fine needle tips pierced his heart.

"Surround the Colosseum, forbid everyone to enter or leave!" His eyes were already filled with rage, and the oppressive volcano was still brewing, as if the moment of eruption was enough to destroy the world.

"All the courtiers will go to court immediately!"

After receiving Zhao Haochen's order, one team after another of the iron horsemen rushed towards the outside of the imperial city, but the dust in the sky still couldn't hide the smell of blood and burnt smell everywhere on the streets.

One by one, the courtiers who were still packing up the gold, silver and jewels were caught by the officers on the horse, and they were taken to the Jinluan Palace. If there is a resistance that can't come, that's good, go down with a knife, and the door will be punished.

For many years, the common people should have suffered the most from the war, and to their surprise, not a single soldier rushed into the homes of the residents with the first arrows.

"Alas, slow down, slow down!" said a civil servant, sitting on the back of his horse, trembling all over, and galloping as his horse galloped, for fear that he would fall and become a ghost under the iron hoof.

"Drive!" the soldier ignored him.