After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

"Should!"

The people shouted loudly, disgust evident in their eyes.

Some even went worse and ran to the city gate, spitting at Helian Yue's head, spewing evil words, and wishing to send him to the eighteen levels of hell, never to be reincarnated.

Wen Ranyan sat on the high platform and looked down. She saw that the people's faces were full of indignation and their eyes were like fire. They no longer had the confusion and pity they had just felt. She felt very relieved and neither stopped nor appeased them. She let the anger continue to ferment.

For a moment, the cheers in the Wumen execution ground were deafening, and it seemed as if the sky was about to be overturned.

Wen Ranyan moved her fingertips slightly, and then turned her gaze to Duke Zhou.

Such a casual glance made Duke Zhou feel as if a thorn was thorned in his back and he ran cold all over. He thought that he was going to be operated on.

Under Duke Zhou's desperate gaze, Wen Ranyan's lips curled up, her smile was particularly moving, and her voice was unusually pleasant and pleasant: "Should those who conspired with Helian Yue to bring disaster to the country be killed?"

The people raised their arms and shouted without thinking.

"kill--"

"Exterminate the Nine Clans——"

The sounds of killing were like death warrants. All the members of Duke Zhou's family turned pale in the face, as if all the energy in their bodies had been drained away. They were pale and weak, with despair on their faces, and they couldn't even utter a cry for help.

If they had been firm in their determination and had not connected themselves with Helian Yue, even though the Zhou family gradually declined, they would not have ended up being beheaded.

Wen Ranyan had enjoyed the fear on their faces enough, so he threw a death card to the ground, and then said coldly: "Behead--"

It was chilly and windy, but her stern voice pierced through the noise and reached everyone's ears clearly.

At the same time, dozens of executioners raised their swords high.

Duke Zhou's heart trembled, and then he was filled with endless fear. Before he could react, he felt a pain in his neck. When he came to his senses, he found that everything he saw was reversed.

He blinked his eyes, and in a daze he seemed to see his body lying in a pool of blood.

And there is no head.

Where's his head?

Where did his head go?

Duke Zhou was so frightened that his eyes were bloodshot, but after a while, everything went dark before his eyes, and then there was no sound at all.

All members of Duke Zhou's family were killed, and the blood of hundreds of people soaked the Meridian Gate. The pungent smell of blood filled the sky, but the people did not feel it was cruel, but cheered instead.

Such treacherous ministers who collaborate with the enemy and commit treason should be beheaded in public to serve as a warning to others.

Wen Ran stood up from her high seat with a smile on her face, her dazzling red dress fluttering in the wind. Her every move, every frown and smile were filled with disdainful arrogance.

Her eyes were beautiful and breathtakingly beautiful, and soon, a solemn voice came through the wind and snow.

"All the criminals have been executed. The sky is clear and the earth is bright in Beilang—"

These shocking words struck the hearts of the people, making them extremely excited.

The loud cheers in the execution ground resounded again, sweeping across the place.

"it is good!"

"The sky in Beilang is clear and the earth is bright, and the queen is wise—"

Northland, Liangzhou.

The scorching light of day rising from the horizon was cast onto the blood-stained battlefield. The bodies of the fallen soldiers from both sides were piled up everywhere in the city, and broken limbs and arms covered the entire city.

The flames of war burned the grass and trees black, and it looked like hell on earth at first glance.

The naval battle lasted all night. Moka Lianhua led a large army to break out of the encirclement from the Fu River and retreat to Liangzhou, which had been captured.

But Feng Qiwu had already deployed troops in Liangzhou. As soon as they entered the city gate, tens of thousands of black-armored cavalry came in full force and surrounded them in the blink of an eye.

The swords, spears, swords and halberds held by the Beilang Army shone brightly in the cold wind, looking ruthless.

Moka Lianhua had already expected such a situation, but he didn't expect that the garrison would be so large, and all of them were in high spirits and had a fighting spirit on their faces, which formed a contrast with their exhausted appearance.

At that time, a general whispered in Moka Lianhua's ear, "My Lord, the city is surrounded by Beilang troops on all sides. We suffered heavy casualties in the naval battle just now. Now we are facing the energetic Beilang troops. I'm afraid this battle will be difficult."

In the naval battle just now, they lost nearly half of their Western Region troops, and he himself was more or less injured. The monk's robe on his body had long been stained with blood and was dirty and tattered.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must fight our way out." Moka Lianhua swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth and spoke coldly.

These words did not indicate any intention of retreating, but instead gave rise to a sense of passion and determination, which also reassured the officers and soldiers and greatly boosted their morale.

"Da da da--"

The sound of war horses' hooves and the sound of combat boots galloping on the ground could be heard not far away. Moka Lianhua's heart tightened slightly. After realizing something, he suddenly looked towards the source of the sound.

A reddish-brown horse, clad in armor, galloped over in the daylight and soon appeared before people through the light.

Feng Qiwu sat on the horse, her high ponytail fluttering in the wind, a red silk tied in her hair, she looked truly majestic and spirited.

His eyes were as bright as torches, he had no injuries on his body, and he was full of energy. It was clear that he was still in his prime.

"Lord of the Western Regions, we meet again." Feng Qiwu lowered his eyebrows slightly, smiling, as if he was just talking about the weather.

Moka Lianhua suppressed the blood in his throat and taunted coldly, "You chased me here, so it's only a matter of time before we meet."

Feng Qiwu seemed not to hear the sarcasm in his words, and smiled again, "From the water to the land, you run really fast. I wonder if you can run out of the gate of Liangzhou City."

Moka Lianhua pursed his lips and said nothing, while the elite soldiers beside him were already ready to go, with murderous eyes.

Feng Qiwu bent his back slightly and slapped Moke Lianhua on the face for a long while before he sneered and said, "The Lord of the Western Regions originally attacked with high spirits, but now he has to flee in disgrace. Things in this world are ever-changing and unpredictable. It's really sad."

Hearing this, Moka Lianhua felt anger boiling in his chest, but he was speechless.

A few moments later, the war broke out again. The sound of war drums and the sound of fighting echoed in the empty city for a long time.

The corpses piled up like grass and trees smell foul, and the blood flowed like red in the river.

December, the first year of Beilang.

The roads were blocked by heavy snow and the weather was freezing cold.

Moka Lianhua fought desperately and led the remaining tens of thousands of soldiers to break out of the Liangzhou city gate and retreat to Yuguan.

Inside Yuguan is an endless desert with rolling golden sand waves, but now it is covered with a layer of snow. The gold and white are interwoven to form a beautiful picture, which is also a masterpiece of nature.

In the same month of the same year, Feng Qiwu led the elite black-armored troops into Yuguan to pursue the victory.

Moka Lianhua retreated again and again, but the Beilang army was so brave that they attacked as if they were in an empty land and even captured several cities in the Western Regions.

In early January, the heavy snow became more and more severe.

It was freezing cold and snowy in the Western Regions.

Due to the chaos of war in recent days, the Western Regions lost several cities in succession. The leaders of the thirty-six countries who respected the royal court became resentful and accused Moka Lianhua of being too ambitious, eager for quick success and instant benefits, and unfit to be a leader.

If he hadn't provoked Beilang, how could Beilang have captured several cities in a row?

This defeat will inevitably leave a most shameful mark in history books, and will be ridiculed and mocked by future generations.

How can such a person who has accomplished nothing be qualified to shoulder the important task of being the ruler of the Western Regions?

If they continue to fight like this, their Western Regions might really be razed to the ground by Beilang.

The thirty-six countries in the Western Regions respect the royal court as their leader on the surface, but secretly each of them has ulterior motives. In the past, due to the ruthless methods of Moko Lianhua, they were severely suppressed and could only remain silent and submit on the surface.

Now that there is no one stationed in the Western Regions and the royal court's military strength is loose, their already rebellious ambitions are instantly stirring.

In mid-January, the countries of Kucha, Huhu and others, led by Wusun, gathered their forces and attacked the royal court, attempting to overthrow the rule of Moka Lianhua.

The civil war in the Western Region broke out instantly.