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Imperial capital.
The gloomy weather makes people sticky, and it is hard to tell whether it is sweat or moisture.
The atmosphere is also extremely depressing.
In the huge imperial capital.
The common people held hoes, kitchen knives, and axes, black pots tied to their chests, and iron basins on their heads. The palm of the hand holding the "weapon" turned slightly white, and some people were sweating from nervousness, but no one flinched.
Above the head of the city.
The defenders are waiting in full battle, staring at each other.
There is no wind in the air, oppressive and humid, making the battle flags hang down lazily.
Yang Ling was standing on the tower above the Suzaku Gate. Shadow Demon, Fu Yuan, Ye Heng and others were standing on his left and right, staring at the mighty army approaching on the horizon ahead.
Five million coalition troops!
Just the powerhouses in the Nirvana realm exceed three digits. One can imagine how terrifying the power of this coalition is.
Before the five million coalition troops, more than one million refugees were being driven away like a flock of sheep.
Before the army formation.
The naked Yang Yuhuan was tied to the chariot, dripping with blood, with despair and self-blame on his face. He still has the plaque on his body, with the words "Yang Yuhuan, God of War of the Daqian Dynasty" written on it in disgrace.
"The emperor's uncle"
Yang Ling saw Yang Yuhuan at a glance, his eyes were tearing apart, and his heart was bleeding.
With both hands, he firmly grasped the bricks at the top of the city.
The rattling sound continued, and the bricks were smashed to pieces.
Woohoo!
Amidst the dull sound of horns, the army of five million stopped thirty miles outside the city, and the million refugees were controlled by the army and knelt in front of the army formation one by one.
Swish!
Millions of refugees knelt on the ground in unison.
Among them are many old and weak women and children, orphans and widowed mothers. They hugged each other in horror, weeping uncontrollably.
"What the hell are they going to do?"
"His Highness has ordered those cities not to resist, why do they still do this?"
"These beasts"
A group of soldiers glared at him with hatred in their eyes.
The forces of the coalition forces were completely capable of suppressing the Dagan Dynasty, and Yang Ling even ordered the cities along the way not to resist, but they still captured millions of refugees, which made the Dagan Dynasty extremely angry.
Whoosh!
In the army formation, a figure flew through the air.
It was the lord of the Yunjiang Kingdom who proposed to let Yang Yuhuan go.
The Lord of Yunjiang stood in the air, full of vigor.
His Yunjiang Kingdom is just a small country, but Ye Xiaofeng appreciates his suggestions several times this time. Yan Ran has the tendency to become the most popular person in front of Ye Xiaofeng, and even agrees to hand over the Sword Dynasty to him for the management of Yunjiang Kingdom.
"People of the Daqian Dynasty, listen to me, I am the lord of the Yunjiang Kingdom. On the order of Director Ye of the Nantian Dynasty, I will give you an ultimatum"
The lord of Yunjiang was proud of the spring breeze, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised on his ruddy face, he rolled up a proud sneer, and said loudly: "Hand over all the members of the royal family of the Daqian Dynasty and Xiao Yi, and every ten breaths from now on, if you don't hand over people When you come out, you will kill 100,000 people until all of them are killed. If you still persist in your obsession and resist to the end, our allied forces will completely crush your Daqian Dynasty with iron hoofs, leaving no one behind"
Boom!
In the imperial capital, the soldiers and civilians were all angry.
"Damn it, these people are innocent, how can they do it?"
"Your Highness, you must not yield to them!"
"Even if we do what they say, they will definitely not let us go"
Seeing the hesitant look on Yang Ling's face, the officials tried to persuade him.
Just because Yang Ling had ordered those cities to give up their resistance and they still insisted on massacring them, it can be seen that Ye Xiaofeng did not let them go.
He is planning to wipe out the Daqian Dynasty.
After ten breaths.
The Lord Yunjiang snorted coldly, raised his palm, and waved it violently.
Clang clang clang!
Immediately, 100,000 soldiers from the allied forces stepped forward, one by one carrying the refugees, they raised their knives and fell, their heads rolled over and their blood flowed like rivers.
The Lord of Yunjiang said indifferently: "Tsk tsk, didn't the royal family of the Daqian Dynasty claim to love the people like their sons? Why did you watch them being killed, but you were indifferent?"
boom!
On the top of the city, the bricks under Yang Ling's hands were squeezed and exploded.??
He let out a long breath of turbid air, with a look of perseverance in his eyes, took off his helmet, and was about to fly down the tower. However, he was hugged by the shadow demon at the side, and Ye Heng and others also stepped forward to stop him: "Your Highness, you can't go!"
"Even if you go, you will die in vain. Look at the King of War, isn't he the best example?"
"They won't let us go"
Everyone persuaded one after another.
Yang Ling's eyes were red, pointing at the 100,000 dead refugees, he roared, "If I don't go, they will surely die. If I go, maybe they still have a chance"
"Your Highness, this is their trick, you must not fall for it!"
"We still have a chance As long as we persevere, when Xiao Zhenguo comes back, we still have a chance"
"Yes, as long as Xiao Zhenguo comes back"
All the ministers said one after another.
Ye Heng said solemnly: "Your Highness, please trust my master!"
"But¡¡"
Yang Ling just spoke.
The Lord of Yunjiang said indifferently: "Ten breaths have passed again, alas, it seems that the royal family of the Daqian Dynasty loves the people like their sons is just a verbal statement, after all, they still don't care about the lives of these people!"
One hundred thousand refugees were pulled out again.
"No¡¡"
"Stop"
Yang Ling roared hysterically.
Clang clang clang!
The cold sword fell down again, and one hundred thousand human heads rolled into the pool of blood.
The Lord Yunjiang smiled and said: "Don't worry, you can think about it slowly, there are still 700,000 people!"
"Let go, let me go out" Yang Ling roared angrily, eyes tearing open.
Shadow Demon and the others held onto him tightly and refused to let go.
At this moment¡¡
A voice suddenly came from the imperial capital: "Zhen is the emperor of the Daqian Dynasty, and I should be the one to go. When is your turn?"
"Um?"
Everyone was taken aback.
?I saw Emperor Qian, who was dressed in a purple-gold dragon robe, stepping out of the air, followed by Yang Zun and the other three.
The faces of the four of them were extremely solemn.
Emperor Qian landed beside Yang Ling, and Shadow Demon and the others let go of Yang Ling.
Yang Ling knelt down in front of Emperor Qian with a plop: "Father, sons and ministers are useless"
"Hahaha, you are my most proud son, how can it be useless? Even if I handle it myself, I may not be able to do it as well as you!"
Emperor Qian was obviously aware of Yang Ling's strategies and responses in the past few days, and was extremely satisfied with it. He rubbed Yang Ling's head lightly, and Emperor Qian said calmly, "Ling'er, the Daqian Dynasty is in your hands. And the three ancestors are very relieved!"
Yang Zun and the three nodded with a smile.
Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling: "Father, you"
Emperor Qian smiled and helped Yang Ling straighten his messy hair, straightened the crown on his head, and patted him on the shoulder: "At least for now, I am the emperor of the Daqian Dynasty, and I naturally have to deal with some things! "
"Father, you can't go" Yang Ling changed his face and stopped him.
Emperor Qian smiled and shook his head: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. This is my responsibility, but this burden will fall on your shoulders in the future" Xiuao looked at the three Yang Zun behind him, " The three patriarchs, follow me out of the city?"
"Your Majesty, please!"
The three of Yang Zun smiled freely and followed closely behind.
? Four Nine Nirvana Realm powerhouses soared into the sky at the same time, and flew towards the outside of the city - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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