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In the sixth year of Chenxing, Emperor Jing of Zhou and the army and the people fought to the death. Their morale was so high that they repelled the Yu army.Emperor Yulie was furious, and the next year, he personally marched in his royal car, vowing to take Zhoudu.

In the seventh year of Chenxing, Yuguo committed another crime. Emperor Jing announced to all his officials that they would fight.However, due to successive years of wars, the treasury was empty and the troops were short of troops, so they lost to the enemy.Emperor Jing negotiated peace, removed the title of emperor, and called him a minister.

—— "History of Zhou"

Mo Xi put on the jersey for the first time in his life.

This morning, the ministers all knelt down and begged Mo Xi to move the capital to preserve his strength. Emperor Yulie led the army in person and was invincible, approaching the capital of Zhou.

Mo Xi, Emperor Jing of Zhou, a literati emperor who knew nothing about fighting, and a former talented man who was well-educated, clenched his fists: "In the face of a national crisis, I am alone as a pro-supervisor and soldier. I will fight against the city to save the country! Gather treasures, and never be a ghost of another country!"

"Your Majesty, you are here with the country. It is my servant's job to charge into battle. Your Majesty, please lead the army to withdraw to the south. I am willing to defend the capital until death!" Su Chenqi was shocked by Emperor Jing's integrity, but state affairs are the most important thing. Su Chenqi is embracing today. with a mortal determination to persuade the Holy One.

"The country's capital is destroyed, the country is destroyed. When the country is destroyed, why should I live? I want to live and die with the soldiers who defend the country. Come, prepare armor and horses!" Mo Xi's tone weakened, "Six Ministers, Ladies and gentlemen, let's go, protect your elder brother's son, if I die..."

Gunpowder smoke filled the air outside the imperial city, the last batch of soldiers.Mo Xi was wearing iron armor and silver helmet for the first time, holding a sharp sword in his slender hands that had been writing for many years.Mo Xi was weak since he was a child, so his father forbade his archery and other homework. This time, Mo Xi just wanted to die for the country, so he wouldn't add greed for life and fear of death to the crime of a subjugated king.

Next to Mo Xi is Su Chenqi, the civil servant of the Eastern Palace who wrote a letter to his father to discipline him well when he was a child. Today, his own prime minister is also dressed in military uniform, with an expression of resoluteness to die.

Outside the city, Mo Xi had never seen a tragic scene, with bloody corpses, blood sticking to the soil, and dust all over the sky.In the bustling city of Zhou, at the feet of the formerly prosperous and peaceful emperor, corpses are scattered all over the field, the smell of blood and decay, and the excited chirping of wild crows in the distance renders a scene of sadness.

Mo Xi didn't know how to describe his feelings, he didn't know how to live up to the soldiers who died for him, and he didn't know how to protect his subjects.At that moment, Emperor Zhou Jing Mo Xi felt that he was a fool.A cowardly and incompetent fool.

"Protect Your Majesty, kill!" Prime Minister Su Chenqi was also a civil servant, but with the air of a general in his roar, he rode his horse forward and resisted for the last time.

It would be a blessing if he died on the battlefield for his own country.

The soldiers around him fell one by one, and even with the fearless belief in fighting to the death, they were outnumbered in the end.

Su Chenqi shouted the last protector. He stood in front of Mo Xi and blocked the blow to Mo Xi with his flesh and blood.Mo Xi swung his sword and killed the first person he killed in his life, and then charged forward with wounds all over his body.

Sure enough, Mo Xi, who had no combat experience, was shot down from his horse, and was dizzy from the pain.

"Stop! Let me see what such a virtuous emperor looks like."

The soldier backed away, and a tall figure with a long sword on his waist slowly approached, then leaned over and carefully looked at Mo Xi's delicate face covered in blood.

"Lin Li..."

Mo Xi laughed, the confidant he met once was actually the enemy who ruined his country.Fortunately, I missed the appointment at that time.

Mo Xi finished laughing, took out the dagger hidden in his arms, and cut his throat.

"You!—" Before he had time to think, Qin Guangzhao grabbed his right hand firmly, but Mo Xi refused to let go.

"If you die, I will order the massacre of Zhou's people for seven days and seven nights. Let Zhou's blood flow into rivers and pile up corpses into mountains. Let countless towns, like today's Zhou capital, be barren and the people will have no means of living."

"Qin, Guang, Zhao..." Mo Xi's eyes were bleeding with hatred, "What do you want!"

"I want you to go back and be your emperor. The state of Zhou is attached to Yu and is called a minister. Also," Qin Guangzhao hooked the corner of his mouth, "live well."

The author has something to say: welcome Qin Guangzhao to go online, and he will not go offline in the future. Next, I will rewrite their later fetters (fog)