The strongest collapse system

Chapter 221 The Great Victory
In the seventh year of Tianming 210, winter.

After entering winter, the weather is getting colder day by day.

In the Imperial City of Zhongzhou, the eaves of every household are hung with thick, crystal clear ice edges that are as sharp as awls.

In the Qinzheng Hall of the Imperial Palace, there are dozens of charcoal pots. In the charcoal pots are burning charcoal with black and red color. There is no pungent and poisonous smell, but a faint fragrance, which is refreshing and refreshing. I just feel energetic.

This is god charcoal, a fuel made from extremely precious wood.

In the hall, dozens of ministers are sorting out the mountain of memorials, and after sorting them, they will submit the important ones to Emperor Yan. Everyone is very busy.

After the army of [-] barbarians left the imperial city, there were more political affairs, such as the allocation of soldiers, horses, food and grass, the promotion and removal of officials, the recording of meritorious service, rewards and punishments, and the supervision of the imperial court.

Especially after the main force of the suppressing barbarian army was defeated, the rebel forces in other states also began to move around the corner. This was to be closely monitored and not let up for a moment.

The white-haired Grand Tutor Zheng Chong is also in the Hall of Qinzheng at the moment, and his processing efficiency is the fastest, because he is watching multiple memorials at the same time, and sometimes even ten memorials at the same time.

The memorials flew to his side automatically, and then opened automatically, as if there were more than a dozen invisible palms helping him to flip them.

It was Zheng Chong who mobilized his own thick stellar energy to do it. The stellar energy is condensed and does not disperse. It contains some extreme power and can do whatever he wants.

But this is not the most frightening thing. He was able to watch ten memorials at the same time, which shows that his martial arts has reached the state of one mind and three functions.

Three here refers to multiple meanings, one mind and three purposes are actually one mind with multiple purposes. This kind of state is far beyond the category of human immortals, and it is a field that can only be touched by the strong in the realm of earth immortals.

The human fairyland is to cultivate the body and the true essence, while the earth fairyland begins to cultivate the power of the mind.

The height of the sky is not high, but the human heart is the highest. If the strength of the mind and spirit is cultivated successfully, it can possess infinite power, far exceeding the power of pure true energy.

Relying on Zheng Chong's profound martial arts mental state, he has been transformed from a human into a huge computing machine, and his efficiency far exceeds that of other people.

However, the efficiency of other ministers is not slow.

The ministers who can handle government affairs in the Palace of Qinzheng are all accomplished in martial arts. Whether it is physical strength, energy, or mental power, they are far beyond ordinary people.

It is impossible for ordinary ministers to enter the Hall of Qinzheng. They cannot bear the body alone. They must practice martial arts.

However, Emperor Yan is the fastest in Qinzheng Palace.

At this moment, he was wearing a dragon robe and quietly closed his eyes, exuding an aura of dignity and luxury.

After those important memorials were piled up in front of Emperor Yan, he didn't open them to look at them at all, and just let the memorials pile up. After a while, the memorials automatically flew up and landed on the desks of the ministers.

When the ministers opened it, they could see that Emperor Yan's reply was already at the bottom of the memorial, and the ink marks were dry, as if it had been approved for a long time.

But this memorial has just been handed in, and before it was handed in, the bottom was still blank!
This is a more inscrutable level of martial arts, far beyond the comprehension of the ministers present.

"This……"

When a minister turned over a memorial, his whole body trembled, his face showing an extremely shocked expression.

He didn't pass on the memorial with real yuan, but personally delivered the memorial to Emperor Yan's table.

"Your Majesty, good news!"

There was both disbelief and joy in the minister's eyes.

"North State Victory!"

……

The news of Beizhou's great victory spread throughout the entire Central Mingzhou.

That night, thousands of residence newspapers and secret letters were sent to various states.

The state leaders, officials, dignitaries, aristocratic families, and organizational forces all over the country got the information on this battle almost within two days.

This great victory shook the government and the public, and countless people jumped for joy. The imperial city was booming, and the roads and alleys were decorated with lights and festoons everywhere. They were all celebrating this hard-won victory from the bottom of their hearts.

The huge Tianming Dynasty is shaking and brewing everywhere.

Going up to the government office of the court, down to the teahouse and restaurant, they are constantly talking about the war.

"Everyone! Do you know the thrills of this battle! The five major forces of the barbarians, the red man, the black man, the white man, the green man, and the native man, each group is as expert as a forest, and as strong as rain! These people His martial arts are so extraordinary that he can even fly into the sky and escape from the ground!"

In the western part of the imperial city, hundreds of guests sat in a teahouse, listening to a young storyteller tell the story of the Beizhou War.

This teahouse is quite large, covering an area of ​​[-] square meters. Dozens of charcoal fires are "crackling" burning, with boiling water on top. Can't get in at all, very comfortable.

Mr. Storyteller is a handsome young man, full of air, and his tone is up and down, which often attracts people's amazement.

"If it's a head-on confrontation, how can a mere 20 barbarians be the opponent of my court's [-] elite? It's a pity that this barbarian is really cunning and vicious. The coach, General Wang Yue, was accidentally murdered, which led to a big defeat in the mid-term."

The young storyteller's tone fluctuated, with an inexplicable contagious power. Although they knew that the barbarian army had won in the end, their hearts were still hanging high at this moment.

"What happened after that? What happened after that?" A skinny girl about 15 years old in plain clothes asked nervously.

"Haha, what else can we do? Naturally, our great hero, His Highness the Eighteenth, will come on stage to turn the tide and help the building to collapse!" The storyteller spat, his expression extremely excited, and he fell into a state of frenzy.

"After the suppressing barbarian army was torn apart and fled in all directions, it was about to be defeated one by one by the damned barbarians... At the critical juncture, His Royal Highness Wang Zhong stepped forward to gather the defeated army and gather strength. At that time, they blatantly counterattacked, not only defeated the main force of the barbarian army, but also swept the entire barbarian forest, and drove all the barbarians to extinction!"

"From now on, there will be no more barbarians in Beizhou!"

"it is good!"

The emotions of the guests were instantly detonated, and they applauded loudly.

The skinny girl who asked the question at the beginning didn't look happy, but was still full of worry. She seemed to want to ask the storyteller something, and said something, but unfortunately, she was drowned in the noise.

What can be discerned vaguely is only a few intermittent words "Thirteen" and "His Royal Highness".

(End of this chapter)