The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Qin Ze stared straight ahead like a falcon, which was the direction to the south of the city and the direction where Jin Jianren fled.

Facing Jin Jianren who escaped from Huichang, Qin Ze led troops and horses to pursue him all the way.

Jin Jianren escaped fast enough, but Qin Ze pursued him closely enough. Along the way, in order to escape smoothly, Jin Jianren had already asked his dead soldiers to launch multiple rounds of blocking attacks.

Of course, this kind of obstruction represents life and death.

Qin Ze didn't care. Although Jin Jianren's corpses had some fighting power, they were no longer enough in front of him now!

The so-called blocking did not slow down his pace, but instead pursued him more and more closely.

So far, this journey has reached Jinling.

I thought there was still a tough battle to be fought, but I didn't expect that Jinling would be so empty, without even a decent city defense. This was beyond Qin Ze's expectation.

This is both good and bad.

The good thing is that several months have passed since they were killed all the way from Beiliang. If they want to successfully enter Jinling, it stands to reason that there must be a battle to be fought, and that is the battle surrounding Jinling City.

But now that I stepped into Jinling, it went smoothly beyond imagination.

It is true that this is a happy event, but it also means that such an empty Jinling City may not have been empty of people.

Now entering from the north gate, what you see along the road is the same as before.

But if nothing else happens, the south of the city... must have changed.

But there is no room to think too much at this moment. The most important thing at the moment is to kill Jin Jianren who is fleeing in front!

Within a few days, Qin Ze was already furious and couldn't wait to decide the outcome of the battle!

Although the sun has set, this New Year's Eve night does not seem dark.

Above the nine heavens, a full moon hangs, as full as a jade plate.

This is a new moon.

The bright crescent moon emitted bright moonlight, and when it was reflected in the city, it seemed as if Jinling was covered with a layer of silver frost.

But this silver frost is mixed with a large amount of red, which is the color of the New Year.

Between the interweaving of red and white——

"Da da."

"Da da."

The rumble of horse hooves trampled across the ground, the wind blew the banners, and the window grilles on the curtains of the houses along the street moved with the wind.

There was a "pop" sound.

A window was pushed open from the inside.

In almost a breath or two, "pop, pop, pop", one after another, multiple windows were opened.

The door with the new couplets posted on it was also opened at this time.

One door, two doors, three doors...

From the opened door, figures gradually emerged, including men, women, old people, middle-aged people, young people, and children.

People of different ages and looks gradually walked out.

The sound of horse hooves still sounded intensively, and the big banner was still blown high by the wind.

The bright red flame flag seemed to really become a burning flame under the silver moonlight. It seemed to bring the temperature to the air on this winter New Year's Eve.

The red fire, the flag that brings heat, brings out the voices of men, women, old and young.

"Your Highness! You are back!!!"

When a mellow and powerful voice sounded, Qin Ze bit the corners of his lips.

He didn't even need to look carefully, he already recognized whose mouth the voice came from.

That was the subordinate who sent him to Beiliang, Zhonglang General Zhao Zhennan.

Qin Ze turned his face and saw his figure in the crowd. There were many people around Zhao Zhennan.

A half-grown boy hugged his thigh tightly, sniffling with excitement.

There is a little girl standing timidly on the right, with a pair of bright eyes on her red face that seem to be able to talk.

As for Zhao Zhennan, in less than a year, his temples have turned gray, and his face has wrinkles like a knife or an axe.

This veteran worked too hard on the battlefield.

But who among the former Scarlet Flame Army was not like this?

After years of fighting, their bodies were wrapped in horse leather, and countless blood and sweat were shed. How many of those people are left today?

Those who sacrificed their lives for Da Gan should always be remembered, and now the troops he leads are the new Red Flame Army of Da Gan.

The red flame never dies, it will only be reborn in the fire.

Qin Ze did not speak, he just nodded towards Zhao Zhennan and focused his eyes forward again.

That's what he's going to do now.

At this time, a shout also came up.

"He went to the south of the city! Jin Jianren is going to the imperial city!"

"Your Highness! Be careful!" Zhao Zhennan's voice was still shouting.

Qin Ze raised the corner of his mouth and finally smiled.

"it is good!"

"I'll kill him!!"

"drive!"

With a loud shout, thunderous human voices sounded behind him.

Amid the roar of the crowd, Qin Ze led his troops into the south of the city and headed straight for the imperial city!

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"General, there are too many troops chasing you. Coming here is not a wise choice."

At the gate of the imperial city, the pale soldier looked at Jin Jianren who was dismounting.

The injured brow bone no longer bleeds and has condensed into a blood scab, but even so, Jin Jianren's face is still stained with blood.

He rubbed his sore eyes, and when he opened them again, what he saw was still hazy blood red.

Under the messy beard and hair, there was an unprecedented tired expression on his face.

He said calmly: "How many more do we have?"

When he asked this question, he turned to look at the soldiers and horses behind him, his eyes full of gloom.

"Two to three hundred people."

"The rebels are chasing them all the way, and there are too many people who come to stop them."

Jin Jianren nodded and took off the weapon from the horse. He took the weapon and walked to the main entrance, saying without looking back:

"Stay here."

"General?" the soldier said with a look of astonishment.

But Jin Jianren stopped talking and walked into the palace alone.

When we entered Jinling City, we saw all the joyful lights and colorful decorations along the way. But now we entered the Imperial City, there was a sharp contrast.

Under the moonlight, the imperial city of Nuoda was quiet, as if everyone had left.

There was no big red lantern, no peach charms, and even a few doors were ajar. It was a mess inside, and it was obvious that they were leaving in a hurry.

Jin Jianren looked calm as he slowly walked along the wide avenue and walked up the steps one after another.

He walked very slowly.

The distance he could usually walk with one stick of incense now took him more than an hour.

He was holding a weapon and walked through Nuoda's palace like an emperor inspecting the palace.

Walking through the Qinxian Hall, Changle Palace, and the Imperial Study Room, one after another, I saw the messy palaces, and the maids and eunuchs who were left behind were hiding in the rooms and trembling.

Jin Jianren remained expressionless.

When shouts and roars, screams and calls for help rang out in the distance, he realized that it was time to go to the Golden Palace.

So he stepped up the high steps and reached the door of Jinluan Hall step by step.

The Jinluan Palace is still as solemn, majestic, and magnificent as before, and at the same time it is deserted.

When he arrived at the entrance of the palace, he did not go in directly. Instead, he put down his weapons and began to take off his armor.

At this time, the sounds coming from the distance became calmer.

There was no expression on Jin Jianren's face. He took off his armor in an orderly manner.

The shoulder armor, the arm armor, as the armor parts were taken off one by one, the golden clothing gradually appeared under the frosty moonlight.

There was a "bang" sound.

When the heaviest breastplate was taken off and fell to the ground, Jin Jianren picked up the weapon and turned around.

Looking into the distance, he saw the main entrance, decorated with dragons and phoenixes, and the ornately decorated vermilion door being slammed open.

In the high threshold, Qin Ze held the Fire Wind Breaking Halberd, his face that looked slightly weathered was white under the moonlight, and he stepped into the door.

Immediately afterwards, a roar like a thunderstorm echoed in this huge palace.

"Jin Jianren! I'm here to kill you!"