Three thousand miles in exile

"Prime Minister! Why did you bring such a small number of people here?" The magistrate of Peizhou looked at the sparse team following Pei Gongli, and felt that there was a thunderbolt for a moment.

Pei Gongli looked gloomy. "The truth is that we can still find 3 people for Peizhou."

He didn't want to talk too much and entered Peizhou with a sullen face.

"Xi Rong has hundreds of thousands of troops!" Peizhou Zhizhou choked sadly.

Pei Gongli was in a bad mood, he didn't want to pay attention to the magistrate of Peizhou, Emperor Liang forced him to go to the front line to fight against the enemy, and he had no way out, if there was another way, he wouldn't just bring 3 people.

After entering the city, Pei Gongli locked himself in his room and didn't see anyone coming.

Peizhou is determined not to be able to defend this battle. If he abandons the city and flees back to the imperial capital, it will be a dead end, and if he sticks to it, it will be a dead end.

Thinking about how he went from the bastard of his family to his current position of power, how willing he was to just disappear into nothingness!

That night, taking advantage of the darkness, a carriage rushed out of Peizhou City, and arrived outside the Xirong Camp at dawn.

"Khan, a messenger who claims to be Prime Minister Liang is asking to see him."

The wine table in the king's tent has not been removed, and there are wine bottles and clothes like rags scattered in the mess all over the floor.

The king of Xirong pushed aside the beauty on his body and sat up. His brown hair was braided, but his eyes were green. He didn't look like Xirong or Xianbei.

"Bring him in." King Xirong picked up the wine bottle on the table and filled another bowl of wine.

When Pei Gongli stepped into the Wang Tent, he almost vomited out on the spot, but the smell of alcohol was second to none, and the stench that filled the room was indescribable.

"Greetings to King Xirong." Pei Gongli held back his nausea and saluted.

King Xirong said something in nonsense, and looked up and down with naked green pupils.

"Dare to ask the king of Xirong, is there a minister who translates?" Pei Gongli couldn't understand at all.

He came to see the king of Xirong this time, firstly to surrender, and secondly to offer a strategy to rule the world. Pei Gongli believed that the king of Xirong would definitely use him after hearing this.

At this time, Xirong Dynasty beckoned.

Only one oil lamp was lit in Wang's tent, and it was dark and in a trance.

Pei Gongli took two steps forward, and suddenly tripped over something, looked down, and saw a dead body lying on the ground.

The corpse's face was distorted and terrifying, and it was covered in purple and red/naked.

"Ahhh!" Pei Gongli fell back on the ground in fright.

"Hahahaha!" The King of Xirong seemed to be amused by Pei Gongli's timid appearance, he stepped over in three steps at a time, picked up Pei Gongli and walked in.

Only then did Pei Gongli see that there were still five or six such corpses in Wang's tent!They were all tortured and killed!

It is rumored that the king of Xirong was addicted to alcohol and was so cruel that he would kill several singers and attendants every night, including concubines and maids. Therefore, King Xirong still has no children.

Previously, Pei Gongli felt that these were words fabricated by the common people to smear, but at this moment, he only had deep regret and despair.

The king of Xirong didn't listen to him at all, and he didn't care who he was. He dragged him to the couch and tore his clothes.

The guards outside the king's tent didn't change their expressions, they had long been used to it, and soon the cries for help in the Wang's tent would be replaced by screams, until there was no movement, only the heavy panting of King Xirong was left.

Pei Gongli thought that if he surrendered, he would be treated with courtesy, but he didn't know the king of Xirong clearly.

This is a wild beast. He attacks cities and conquers territory, and he waits for opportunities, all out of the instinct of wild beasts to kill.

Those so-called great plans in the world are bullshit in his eyes.

Enjoying at night and killing people during the day, this is the king of Xirong.

As far as Peizhou City is concerned, the prime minister disappeared, and soon the soldiers guarding the gate said that the prime minister went out of the city one after another last night and never came back.

The news of the great prime minister's escape spread like wildfire, causing an uproar all over the city.

The people of Peizhou rushed out of the city, and the prime minister fled. Are they still waiting to die?

The magistrate of Peizhou urgently ordered the closure of the city, and the people who had not had time to leave the city crowded at the four city gates, and the whole city of Peizhou was in chaos.

"Lord Zhizhou, Peizhou is hopeless, let the people go." The master looked distressed.

The magistrate of Peizhou was completely depressed.

On the same day, the Xirong army entered the boundary of Peizhou, and the Xirong vanguard cavalry also rushed to the city of Peizhou at an extremely fast speed.

At that time, the city gate of Peizhou was opened, and the people flocked to flee.

The Xirong cavalry killed anyone they saw, and soon the outside of Peizhou City was full of corpses.

Peizhou City urgently closed the city gates to retreat from the enemy, and the rest of the people had no choice but to defend with the defenders.

The Xirong army did not give Peizhou any room to breathe, so it launched a fierce attack that night.

Peizhou was not a major border city, and the city walls were not as high as Jinyang City. Three days later, Peizhou fell, and the fire engulfed this big city with millions of people.

King Xirong licked the blood on the knife edge and ordered ferociously. "Slaughter the city!"

In the spring of this year, Xi Rong mobilized the power of the whole country to go south, and millions of troops entered Hanzhong.

Those Western soldiers were old and young, and some of them didn't even have armor. They rushed, killed and looted while wearing sheepskins and holding machetes.

Killed Liang Jun and took their armors and put them on, took their weapons and took them in their hands, and put them on their bodies in a mess.

The first wave of Western soldiers entered the city to rob, and the second wave entered the city to continue to rob, and the pots and pans were not spared.

As for the old and young men and women in the city, there is no one alive.

They are like locusts passing through, destroying everything.

After capturing Peizhou, King Xirong ordered the army to continue going south.

About 30 Xirong troops were ordered to stay in Hanzhong, and the remaining nearly 70 soldiers followed the Xirong King to the south.

All the villages, towns and cities they passed were looted, destroyed, and killed.

Five days later, the vanguard of the Xirong Army came to Jizhou. As long as Jizhou was taken, the hills of Baimaqiang would be the important place in the capital of Yimapingchuan!

For a while, there was an unprecedented wave of refugees in the Gyeonggi area, including the Imperial Capital.

Both the aristocratic family and the common people rushed to escape from the imperial capital, and the entire imperial capital was half empty in just two days.

When the court arrived early the next day, there were only a dozen or so scattered officials in the court.

"Why are you the only ones? Where are the others!" Liang Tianzi's eyes were sunken, his face was blue, and his expression was very ferocious.

He stumbled down the imperial steps and shouted hysterically. "Those people who shouted to follow me to defend the Imperial Capital yesterday!!"

These dozens of ministers looked stern, and Liang Tianzi went crazy. They looked away, with complicated emotions in their eyes.

"Yongchen! A group of mediocre officials!!" Liang Tianzi fell to the ground.

At this time, the emperor didn't have the slightest majesty of the emperor, and there was no one to help the remaining ministers.

How could they not hate Liang Tianzi? The reason why they didn't leave was not to be loyal to Fang Yuliang, but to uphold the loyalty in their hearts.

"Your Majesty." Zhao Jizhang said in a deep voice. "The ministers are willing to defend the imperial capital with His Majesty."

Emperor Liang glanced at the dozen or so ministers, Zhao Jizhang, Lu Lingyuan, etc. were actually ministers whom he had alienated on weekdays.

For example, Zhao Jizhang was almost captured and imprisoned by Pei Gongli. If it hadn't inspired Confucian scholars to write a book of ten thousand words, Pei Gongli would have been afraid and left the emperor's remnant party.

Looking at these ministers who escaped death under Pei Gongli, none of Liang Tianzi's confidantes was listed.

Pei Gongli ran away, and Fang's royal family also ran away, all of them ran away.

"Can the imperial capital still be guarded?" Liang Tianzi wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, and finally his expression was tangled and ugly.

"There are still [-] forbidden troops, why can't they defend!" Zhao Jizhang was heartbroken, and he was not afraid to speak out when the matter was over. "Your Majesty, you can no longer rely on cronyism! I implore Your Majesty to ask Old General Xu to come out and preside over the crisis!"

Lu Lingyuan took the lead and knelt down. "Your Majesty, the only way to turn things around is to ask Old General Xu to lead the forbidden army! How can leading troops fight on paper!"

"Your Majesty! The thousand-year-old imperial capital cannot be destroyed in the hands of Daliang!" the rest of the courtiers cried out.

The ministers knelt down and begged.

"Did Xu Muyuan leave?" Liang Tianzi asked in a daze.

Lu Lingyuan said with resentment towards Liang Tianzi: "Old General Xu is waiting at home in military uniform, just waiting for His Majesty's order!"

Speaking of Xu Muyuan, all the officials present were indignant. If Emperor Liang hadn't allowed Xu Muyuan to be pushed out by cronyism, why would the imperial capital be here, and why would Daliang be here!

"Report!!"

"His Majesty!!!"

The soldier who reported the message tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty!! The city of Jizhou is broken!! Xirong massacres the city!!"

Zhao Jizhang almost fell to the ground, but fortunately Lu Lingyuan helped him in time.

The city of Jizhou is broken, and the only portal in the Central Plains is gone. The capital city is tantamount to opening the door to Xirong, and the imperial capital will face Xirong directly.

"My thousand-year-old imperial capital in China has been destroyed!" A minister choked pessimistically. "Fang Yuliang! You are a sinner through the ages!!"

Although the world has been in chaos for thousands of years since the Zhou Dynasty, the imperial capital and palace left by the emperor of Zhou have been passed on intact. If Xirong enters the capital and burns, kills and loots, the thousand-year inheritance will come to an end.

For a while, the voices of ministers yelling angrily rose and fell.

At this time, Liang Tianzi had lost his previous vigor and spirit, and just sat on the ground dull and speechless.

Hundreds of thousands of Xirong troops entered the capital, and the imperial capital became an isolated island surrounded by locusts.

At this time, all the people in the imperial capital who could run ran away, and the rest of the strong and strong people voluntarily went up to the city wall to defend against the enemy. There were more than 20 people including the [-] imperial guards and the young and strong people.

Xu Muyuan had bid farewell to his relatives a long time ago, and if he stayed this time, even if Emperor Liang didn't issue an edict, he would still climb the city wall to defend against the enemy.

The scorching summer wind blew over his old face, Xu Muyuan leaned on the city wall and looked at the boundless enemy army.

"Old General Xu..." the deputy lieutenant of the Imperial Guard asked for instructions. "The imperial army has already boarded the city wall."

"The thousand-year-old Imperial Capital, how could it be reduced to being trampled by foreigners." Xu Muyuan lamented.

The lieutenant of the imperial guard was silent.

"Old man... Is this old man wrong?" Xu Muyuan thought of the former emperor, Fang Shouting, and today.

If he had chosen the Zhao family back then to compete against the Fang family, would the world have been different if Da Chu had not perished.

But the only answer to Xu Muyuan was the horn of the Xirong Army.

He can only sacrifice his life for the thousand-year-old Imperial Capital.

The enemy soldiers are coming.

Amidst the sound of the horn, the dense Xirong army carried the ladder and the big piles that rammed the door, rushing towards the city wall of the imperial capital like a messy flow of mud and rocks.

The imperial guards on the city wall fired all their arrows, no matter how many people were shot down by the arrows, they would soon be filled by the newcomers.

The number of the Xirong army was too many, three times that of the imperial capital's defenders. A steady stream of Xirong soldiers began to attack the city with ladders, and the gate bumpers began to slam into the city gate amidst the sound of horns.

Xu Muyuan led the imperial army to fight the enemy hard, blood stained his armor red and stained his frosty beard.

After all, he paid Daliang by mistake, so he could only use his life to give Daliang the last dignity of the imperial capital!

"Father! Let's run away too!!" Prince Liang brought his youngest son to Zichen Hall in a panic.

But I saw that Liang Tianzi's hair was in a mess, his dragon robe was full of blood, and in the Zichen Palace, there were concubines in the harem.

"Father?" Prince Liang was startled.

Liang Tianzi turned his head back, his dark eyes were full of murderous intent.

"It's you rebellious son!!"

"If you hadn't trampled Emperor Wen of Chu to death, how could your grandfather apologize for you, and how could I have come to this point!"

"I shouldn't be the emperor!!"

Emperor Liang's regretful roar echoed in Zichen Hall.

"Son of Heaven! The thieves broke through the city gate and entered the city! Run away!!" The palace man shouted sadly and stepped into the Zichen Palace, but the moment he stepped in, his whole body was terrified.

The prince, grandson, and concubines all over the floor fell in a pool of blood.

Liang Tianzi sat on the imperial steps in a disheveled dragon robe, holding a sword in his hand.

If it weren't for the bright yellow dragon robe, who would have recognized that this was the tall and handsome Liang Tianzi?

"Escape? Where are you going?" the lunatic asked.

The palace people froze in place.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Jizhang ran into the hall in panic. "Your Majesty! Hurry up and get out of the palace before the thief arrives at the palace, or he won't be able to escape any later!"

The next moment Zhao Jizhang was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

Liang Tianzi shouted at the top of his lungs. "Where can I escape? Is the emperor who left the palace still the emperor!!"

Zhao Jizhang was stunned.

Liang Tianzi looked up to the sky and cried and shouted.

"It's over! The girder is over!"

"Where else can I go? Go to the state capital to see the eyes of the local family?"

"I only have the imperial capital, and I only have this imperial palace! Don't you only recognize the owner of this imperial capital!"

He has long seen through the aristocratic family and the meaning behind this palace.

The emperor can be named Chen, Zhao, or Li, but he must be the emperor of the imperial capital, the emperor of this thousand-year-old palace!Daliang lost the imperial capital, he is a sinner, the sinner of the world!

"You go."

Liang Tianzi was slumped, he propped up his tired body and sat on the emperor's throne, he was crazy just now, now he will be serious again.

"Aiqing, give me a last salute."

Zhao Jizhang burst into tears.

What he was crying was not Emperor Liang or Daliang, but this imperial capital that symbolized the unity of the world, and this imperial palace that had been passed down for thousands of years.

He bowed three times and kowtowed respectfully to Emperor Liang, which was to worship the emperor and the thousand-year-old imperial capital.

The night is vast.

In the distance are the cheers and shouts of the Xirong army entering the city, and the people of Daliang screaming in fear.

Zhao Jizhang staggered out of the palace, and the night wind blew his loose court clothes.

Mingzhi by death is his final destination.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes came one after another.

"Uncle Zhao!"

The person who came turned out to be Liu Zhan's secret guard captain!

"Why haven't you left yet!" Zhao Jizhang was shocked and furious at the same time. "Are you staying here to die!"

The captain of the dark guard brought his men over. "I'll explain it to you later, follow us to Liu Ji Firm first!"

When Liu Zhan came to the Imperial Capital that year, he ordered Liu Ji Trading Company to build basements and tunnels. Out of precautions, they are now being used.

Zhao Jizhang went down to the basement and saw Lu Lingyuan was there.

"There are too many Western soldiers outside the city, let's hide for a while, and then go out after all the Western soldiers enter the city." The captain of the dark guard said and arranged for his men to cut off their tails.

When the entrance letter was printed, no one could tell that there was another floor below Liuji Commercial Bank.

This night in the imperial capital was like a purgatory, but it was also a carnival night for the people of Xirong.

The brown-haired and green-eyed King Xirong seemed to have come into the world as Shura, he indulged his soldiers to burn, kill and smash to their heart's content, seeing the chaos around them made him even more excited.

Finally, King Xirong entered the palace surrounded by his subordinates.

"Hahahaha! From now on, I will be the new emperor in this world!"

The Xirong army cheered loudly.

In the cheers that shook the heavens, the body of Liang Tianzi sitting on the throne slowly fell down, the long sword pierced his abdomen, and the bright yellow dragon robe was stained red with blood.

In the fifth year of Daliang Shengping, Xirong broke through the imperial capital, and Daliang perished.

This dynasty that only existed for five years has become the shortest dynasty in history, and what is left in the history books in just five years is full of verbal criticism.

Stealing the country for self-reliance, relying on cronyism, favoring and trusting traitors, drinking and caring, being mediocre and incompetent, Fang Yuliang was nailed to the pillar of shame of a faint king.

The author has something to say: Spoiler alert, Pei Gongli has not finished yet