Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Chapter 57: Breaking the City

The ninth prince of Chu State died in a brothel. The news swept through the entire Chu State like a whirlwind, and in less than two months, it would spread throughout the Three Kingdoms.

The Ninth Prince died when he died. Now people cannot be resurrected after death. What matters is how the Ninth Prince died.

The Emperor of Chu was fond of extravagance, music and poetry. Over the years, he was addicted to beauty, and his body had long been drained. In his later years, he found that he had a son with such a kind temper. He originally planned to confirm the position of prince, but the son he was optimistic about turned out to be Die so quickly.

For a moment, as an emperor, he couldn't control his suspicion. He looked at everyone like a traitor and the murderer of his son.

Under his anger, the case progressed very quickly, and in just one month, the real culprit was found.

It turned out to be the work of the Jin State’s secret agent hidden in Kyoto!

This case was too involved, and there were a lot of heads for a while. The suspicious Emperor of Chu would rather kill by mistake than let go, and the entire Chu country was shrouded in bloodshed. At the same time, he issued a death order to the leaders on the front line to kill 100,000 people from the Jin Kingdom to bury the Ninth Prince with him. What was originally a simple border friction developed into a war to compete for national strength.

The Xia State originally wanted to get involved in this war, but although Zhong Liwei had great ambitions, the Xia State itself could not tolerate his ambitions. Three hundred years after the founding of the Xia State, the national power had already weakened, and aristocratic families and wealthy families controlled the entire country. The country, his orders sometimes cannot command the whole country, otherwise how could a Yazhou mutiny develop into a rebellion like the Qingjun side.

Speaking of rebellion, it was also a major factor affecting Xia's military strength.

Just after the war between Jin and Chu began, the rebellion in Xia State became more and more intense.

In the eighteenth year of Xia Baoyuan's reign, King Ning raised his rebel banner and used the power of the Three Continents to fight against the Xia Kingdom. In March, he went down to the Five Continents, which shocked the whole country.

In April, King Ning fell ill and died in Jiannan Prefecture. He was passed down to his youngest son and ordered Zhongliwan, the daughter of the late Prince Yin, to assist him. Zhongliwan made a plan to stabilize the morale of the military with the military title system, and the people of the eight prefectures could use it. Those who join the army are welcome.

In the capital city of Jiannan Prefecture, Prince Ning looked at the woman slowly walking towards him with a look of fear on his face.

He didn't care about his identity as a prince and fell to his knees with a thud, "Wan'er!! Wan'er!! For the sake of me being your uncle!! Spare my life!! Spare my life!!"

Song Qiao wore a black dress with golden silk embroidered on the hem. Now there is no trace of childishness on her face. The two years of holding power have completely transformed her into a king. She sits lightly From the seat at the top, looking at Prince Ning who was kneeling down to beg for mercy, he said with a sneer, "I heard that you are plotting to kill me."

Prince Ning was so frightened that he knocked his head on the ground, "No!! Absolutely not!!! How dare I!!"

"is it?"

"It's Congjue!! It's Congjue who is good at making decisions!! It has nothing to do with me!!"

Song Qiao felt bored, how could such a person get the allegiance of such a talented person as Cong Jue? Sure enough, the world must be malicious to the identity of women. If he was the son of Prince Yin, not his daughter, then it must have been early. Countless people came to seek refuge with him, and there was no need to do these things in the name of Prince Ning.

But...so what?

Regardless of whether those people are willing or unwilling, she will eventually succeed, and she cannot resist.

Song Qiao waved his hand, and several people immediately appeared, dragging Prince Ning down and gagging him before leaving.

She picked up the pen on the table, wrote a posthumous edict, made her youngest son a knight, and then sealed it with the king's seal.

"Take it out and spread it to the world."

After dealing with King Ning, in order to prevent the troops below from feeling uneasy, she wiped the dust off the military honors system of the Qin Dynasty and put it to use. Of course, she could not follow the script and made slight modifications to suit the current situation. What a killer.

As she expected, the people below had no objections to the death of Prince Ning. All objections were drowned in the cheers of the soldiers at the bottom.

The ensuing battle was simply a one-sided massacre. Facing two hundred thousand blood-red eyes, the Xia army, which had been at peace for a long time, had no power to fight back. In the eyes of Song Qiao's soldiers, those heads, those outside the city The fertile land is like shining golden copper plates, which is the foundation for their future survival.

In order to motivate his men, Song Qiao would give rewards based on merit in every battle, and he would get it right in one step. The land deeds would be sent to those who had made meritorious deeds, and after they were signed and pledged, they would be given to their relatives in their hometown.

The general trend is as irreversible as a torrent. Only by standing together with the majority can we achieve lasting victory.

Just when Han Li, the marquis of Jin State, died in front of the battle and Jin State fell into a new round of civil war, Xia State and Song Qiao had already sent troops to Kyoto.

Winter, the 20th year of Xia Baoyuan.

Song Qiao Lema looked at Xiongcheng not far away, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said to Linglong beside him: "This is my first time here."

Linglong was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Qiao with pity in his eyes, "You will be able to go home soon."

go home……

Song Qiao smiled slightly, she would never be able to go home.

"Go down with the order and attack the city after a stick of incense."

Boom boom boom! ! !

Continuous explosive packets were launched by trebuchets and smashed into the city wall, causing screams of panic. Below, the engineers holding shields on their heads carried stones, rolled logs, and bows all the way to the bottom of the city wall. Then they continued to dig the ground, lay mines, and detonate explosives. Burn.

Time and time again, people were dying every moment. Song Qiao stared at the battlefield with a sullen face and said nothing. Linglong tightened her collar for her, "How about we go to the tent first."

Song Qiao shook his head, "I can't retreat at this moment."

Five days later, a corner of the city wall finally collapsed, and the siege was about to develop into a street battle.

Emperor Xia Zhongliwei already knew who the person outside was. The child he had been trying so hard to find had finally brought someone to take his life. Naturally, it was impossible for him to surrender.

He didn't surrender because he knew that he would die no matter what. It was better to die bravely, but the people below him didn't think so. In the afternoon when the city was broken, the prime minister and a group of ministers chose to surrender. The palace was opened, and Zhongli Wei and the prince and other concubines were all locked up in Fengtian Hall, waiting for Song Qiao to deal with them.

The city was already in a mess. Song Qiao's men had strict military discipline and nothing happened to disturb the people. However, the explosives dropped on the city these days destroyed many houses. Many people hid in their homes and looked at the soldiers outside in fear. .

Song Qiao asked people to put away the jade seal and treasure book, and then stepped into the palace.

Just when she stepped into the palace, a snowflake fell on her face. She looked up and saw that the sky was filled with gray lead-colored clouds, and snowflakes were falling. Xia Kingdom was located in the south, and it was rare to see snow.

The Fengtian Palace opened, and a smell of blood hit his face. Song Qiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw corpses strewn all over the palace. Only a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe was left holding a long sword, with disheveled hair, standing there like a madman. .

The wind and snow outside blew into the hall. Zhongliwei stared at Song Qiao with scarlet eyes. After a long time, he suddenly laughed, "Thirty years in the east of Hedong!! Thirty years in the west of Hexi!! The ancients never deceived me! Back then I I forced your father to death! Now you come to force me to death!! Retribution is not good! Retribution is not good!!!"

Song Qiao walked into the hall, her shoes were covered with a sticky layer of blood, but she didn't care, "I will leave you a whole body."

"Haha, I will watch from below how you destroy the inheritance of our ancestors!"

"The ancestral foundation was gone as early as the division of summer between Jin and Chu." Song Qiao sneered.