empire wars

Chapter 15 Ziwei Star Falls, Sirius Transforms into Dragon

In the vast starry sky, an imperceptible Sirius quietly appeared from the darkness.

Ziwei Dixing is suspended in the sky, the starlight is faintly visible, and the stars that were hovering around it in the sky are moving away bit by bit.

When Ziwei Emperor Star was shining again, Sirius suddenly jumped out, bit it, and absorbed the dazzling light.

Ziwei Dixing fell across the sky and completely disappeared.

But Sirius was sitting in place, undergoing drastic changes, blooming dazzling light, evolved from a Sirius to a Heavenly Dragon, and the surrounding stars trembled in fear no matter how bright or dark they were.

Soon, the stars in the sky were polarized, some quickly moved away, and some approached surrender.

With a flash of light, Sirius was once again hidden in the void, unable to detect all positions.

The Liehan Dynasty, the Luodu Palace.

A group of Featherscale Army was advancing on foot in the palace, and the sound of metal clashing was particularly ear-piercing under the night sky.

"Your Majesty is so late, why did you summon us?"

An old man with a long beard, wearing a pale gold dress instead of an official uniform, asked faintly.

This person is Yang Ling, Taifu Yang, who has power over the government and the public, and beside him, stands a burly man, who is the great general Zhao Xuan who controls the military power of the entire Luodu.

"Maybe he's gone crazy again."

Zhao Xuan did not hide the displeasure on his face.

Yang Ling nodded slightly and smiled lightly.

It's hard to imagine that the two important ministers, who had fought so badly in the court hall, seemed so harmonious at this moment, talking like old friends.

Soon, the two arrived outside the emperor's bedroom.

Inside and outside the silent palace walls, there was a faint reflection of light.

A young man wearing a dragon robe with a pale face stood above the palace, looking down at them.

"Your Majesty, it's dangerous up there, come down quickly, don't scare the old minister."

Without raising her head, Yang Ling said in a neutral tone.

"Nonsense, Your Majesty has practiced a magical skill, how can it be compared with ordinary people."

Zhao Xuan smiled and looked up.

"General Zhao, Taifu Yang, I think you have served the court for many years, as long as you kneel down and surrender today, and hand over the power in your hands, I will spare your lives."

The young emperor pointed his sword at the two and shouted sharply. "Otherwise... don't blame me for disregarding the feelings of the monarch and his ministers."

Swish swish!
All around, the Feather Scale Army's troops were on full display, with sharp weapons pointing directly at the two of them.

Inside and outside the palace wall, there was the sound of armor metal clashing, and the elite feather scale army surrounded them.

"Oh, I really can't kneel down with this old bone."

Yang Ling sighed.

"Your Majesty, the cold weather has blown your head, and you dare to make trouble. You don't want to kill yourself, but you have to think about your family!"

Zhao Xuan's loud voice resounded, causing a commotion in the Yulin army.

"Kill, kill them for me!"

The young emperor waved his sharp sword, wishing he could cut off the heads of the two of them himself.

"Your Majesty has an order to kill the two treacherous ministers, Yang and Zhao!"

Seeing this, the commander of the Yulin Army shouted loudly.

"Boom boom boom!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a violent vibration on the ground.

Soon, an elite group with better equipment gathered from all directions, ten times the number of the Featherscale Army.

The moment the commander of the Featherscale Army saw the imperial guards, he paused for a moment, and his heart sank.

Imperial Guard Army, Featherscale Army, two elite troops guarding the palace.

The Yulin Army is divided into nine divisions, except for his own division, the other eight divisions are all led by Zhao Xuan.

Tonight was the only chance he had planned with the emperor for a long time to kill Zhao Xuan and regain his military power.

Judging from the current situation, I am afraid that the news has been leaked out early.

"Kill the traitors! Follow me!"

The leader of the Feather Scale Army took the lead and took the lead in killing Zhao Xuan. He was bound to make the final contribution to his Majesty the Emperor's control of the army.

"kill!"

The overwhelming sound of shouting and killing resounded within the palace walls.

"Foolishness!"

Zhao Xuan watched the commander of the Yulin Army charge forward, quickly pulled out the bronze sword, and with a puff, chopped off the commander's head.

As a general who holds military power, how could he be a simple character.

Zhao Xuan didn't even look at the head that rolled to the ground, and took the bow and arrow from the guard.

Swish!
The flying arrow pierced the sky, and in the young emperor's frightened eyes, it penetrated his neck.

"Hey, how could the Liehan Dynasty fail to give birth to a Ming Lord?"

Grand Tutor Yang Ling sighed, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Zhao Xuan, "Since the first emperor passed away, I wonder if the general has a favorite candidate for the next emperor?"

"I heard that Prince Liang had a posthumous child, and he is a dragon and phoenix among men. This general has seen it once, and he is worthy of great responsibility."

Zhao Xuan watched the soldiers of the Featherscale Army who were loyal to the emperor fall down in front of him without blinking.

Yang Ling took a look at him and felt slanderous in her heart.

Prince Liang has been dead for two years, and his concubine only gave birth to a son. Everyone knows that there is something wrong with it.

Who doesn't know that General Zhao Xuan ran towards the Prince Liang's mansion every three days, of course, even if he had doubts, he would not speak out.

"Recently, the Tiandao Army made a comeback and captured the three counties and counties of Central Chuyu Prefecture, all the way to the local Sizhou. We must take strict precautions."

Yang Ling changed his tone of voice, as if he didn't care about the position of emperor.

"What's the master plan?"

Zhao Xuan dropped the bow and arrow in his hand and clapped his hands.

"The shepherds and eunuchs of various states support their own self-respect. If we let it go and ignore it, then I will be exhausted as a hero."

Yang Ling thought about it. "It's better to let them fight each other and weaken each other's strength."

"They are not stupid, how can they obey orders?"

"The imperial decree of the Liehan Dynasty is still a little thin-skinned. Since it is a chaotic world, let's make the chaotic world more violent."

Yang Ling said lightly, "However, the mainland of Sizhou is the last gate of Luodu, and we have to rely on the general to guard it."

The Liehan Dynasty lasted for [-] years, and experienced several twists and turns in the middle, and the energy was exhausted. Even if the Taizu was alive, it would be difficult to change his fate against the sky.

The headquarters of the Tiandao sect is located in a place surrounded by clouds and mist. Except for the members of the sect, no one else knows the specific location of the sect.

Inside the dark palace, a silver-haired old man opened his cloudy eyes.

As the breeze blew past, a destiny lamp engraved with the word 'Gongze' swayed with the wind, getting weaker and weaker until it went out.

The stars will fall!

The Emperor Star Rises!

The old man trembled and walked out, looking up at the starry sky in the northwest.

In Jingzhou, Nanjiang, the King of Nanjing with a solid foundation, as the only Han prince with real power, has an extraordinary status.

Even the Tiandao Army, which is in full swing, tried to avoid confrontation with King Nanjing.

King Nanjing's heart trembled, as if something was calling him in the dark, but that feeling dissipated in an instant, like an illusion.

"How well are the sailors trained?"

The King of Southern Jing looked down at the dozens of civil servants and generals.

"New 30 sailors will be able to fight in half a year at most."

"Not enough. Conscripts will continue tomorrow. The navy will add [-] troops, and the rest of the troops will add another [-]!"

The King of Southern Jing pondered for a while, then said firmly.

"My lord, but the rations in the army are less than a year old, I'm afraid."

"I heard that several major families in Nanyang have secretly formed several private soldiers of ten thousand people. Are they preparing to rebel?"

The King of Nanjing knocked on the table, and each sound resounded violently in the hearts of the civil servants and generals. "I think they have a lot of food, and the food for the hundreds of thousands of troops will be handed over to them."

".Yes!"

All the officials took orders, and none of them dared to object, even if some of them were from the Nanyang family.

Outside Nanyang City, the Zhuge family hidden in the mountains and forests.

Dozens of family children are ready to go, and each one is full of energy.

A respected old man divided them into five teams, with more than ten people in one team.

After saying the farewell words, there was a commotion from the back mountain. A young man got up in a hurry and whispered a few words in the old man's ear.

The old man was slightly moved. After a long time, he broke up the team and rearranged.

In the end, they were divided into six teams, and took advantage of the night to hide in the mountains and forests.

One of the temporarily formed and largest teams crossed the river and headed north through Tianchuan and Yizhou.

In Hedong Jizhou, Yuanzhou Mu, the eldest son of the Yuan clan, has been in high spirits recently.

In the past few days, many rich family businessmen have come to seek refuge, and their troops have been expanded time and time again.

Tonight, after having a banquet with all the courtiers, he is sleeping soundly at home.

Suddenly, Yuan Zhoumu woke up from his sleep, shouting like losing his soul.

The two concubines on the bed were so frightened that their faces paled with fright, and they hugged each other tremblingly.

"It should be frightened by a nightmare, just make some medicinal soup and drink it."

In the brightly lit master bedroom, the doctor comforted the pale Mr. Zhou Mu.

The nomads of the northern grasslands spent a lot of resources to build a city, which is currently suffering a brutal massacre.

No one expected that General Gongsun, who was guarding the frontier, went deep into the hinterland of the grassland alone, and carried out massacres of the city. In just one night, 10 people died under the sharp knife.

"Kill, kill, kill! They are all raised by a group of wolves!"

General Gongsun laughed wildly, looked up suddenly, and saw a shooting star passing by in the sky.

Immediately, it felt like the whole person was being targeted, and a sense of crisis surrounded him.

"Withdraw, return to base camp!"

General Gongsun didn't know where the sense of crisis came from, but after many years of fighting, he trusted his intuition very much.

One hundred thousand iron cavalry were ordered to stop, and they went south quickly without a trace of nostalgia.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket~~~
　　


(End of this chapter)