Chapter 710
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There were many people like Xian Zhilang who believed that the Tang Empire would win in the end.
Some had died in the battle last night.
Some were still fighting.
One of the Tang generals chopped off the neck of a Yan guard.
He was the commander of the Northeast Border Military Vanguard Battalion of the Tang Empire. His name was Sheng Yongli.
His name was very auspicious, especially for a general. No matter if it was the former emperor or Great General Xiahou, they all liked to see his name on the battle reports. Thus, his name appeared more and more frequently on the battle reports. He firmly controlled the strongest heavy cavalry in the Northeast Border Army.
Of course, even if he was the illegitimate son of the emperor, he could not have risen to such an important position in the army with just his name. Sheng Yongli was good at fighting and winning. That was the key.
He had killed many enemies on the battlefield in his life, including the Yan Kingdom, the Song Kingdom, the barbarians of the Left King's Palace, and the Desolate Man returning to the south. But thinking about it now, he realized that the number of enemies he had killed last night was not even as many as he had killed last night.
The archway collapsed and the vanguard battalion was ambushed. He rushed forward with his spear and changed his blade when his spear was broken. His right arm was hammered and his shoulder armor was deformed, so he changed his podao to his left hand.
The podao had collided with the bones of the grassland cavalry and the Yan Army, and there were many cracks on it. Then he saw the Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
He led his subordinates and continued to charge forward, continuing to kill.
He did not remember how many enemies he had killed.
He only remembered that the proud Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace were left with fear and despair.
He only remembered that all the enemies who dared to stand in front of the vanguard battalion had become corpses.
The killing lasted until daybreak.
He had also killed his way from the archway to the palace.
This memory was very bloody, but it made him feel very happy.
Blood kept flowing from the wound on his head and spread to his eyes. Sheng Yongli's vision had become blood red. The Yan Imperial Palace was full of autumn trees. It was no longer beautiful, only bloody.
He was very tired. But thinking that the general's order had not been completed, he dragged his injured right leg and used the podao to support his heavy body and continued to walk into the palace.
Sheng Yongli did not look back. He knew that his subordinates who had followed him into the palace had all died.
Because he did not hear any footsteps behind him.
Sheng Yongli didn't care. He continued forward.
Suddenly, a few flashes of light appeared in Bloody's vision. It should be other soldiers of the Tang Empire who had broken into the Imperial Palace and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to set the palace on fire. Unfortunately, after a series of battles, there were too few comrades who could break into the Imperial Palace. The fire was quickly put out by the palace guards and eunuchs.
Sheng Yongli shook his head regretfully.
Then, he saw a scarlet palace gate.
He had no idea where he was.
He tucked half of the podao under his armpit and pushed the heavy palace door open.
Behind the door was a side hall. There were many panic-stricken palace maids and eunuchs in front and behind the side hall.
Seeing the Tang soldiers covered in blood, the palace maids and eunuchs screamed. The screams of the eunuchs were even more shrill and miserable than those of the palace maids.
Sheng Yongli was taken aback and put the podao back into his hand. Seeing an old man in bright yellow clothes behind the eunuch and palace maid, he subconsciously felt that he was seeing things and rubbed his eyes.
When his fingers left his eyes, they were covered in blood.
Some brave eunuchs screamed and picked up a wooden stick to hit him.
Sheng Yongli wanted to swing his podao, but he found that all his strength seemed to have been used up the moment he pushed open the palace gate. He could not lift his arm.
With a dull thud, the wooden stick in the eunuch's hand hit him hard on the forehead.
There were already two deep wounds on his forehead, and a lot of blood flowed from them. Therefore, even with the addition of the rod, it didn't seem to change much. However, the strength of the rod caused his vision to turn dark, and he almost fell.
Sheng Yongli was about to fall, but he stared at the old man in bright yellow clothes on the stone steps and refused to fall.
He stared at the old man.
The only old man who could wear bright yellow clothes in the Yan Kingdom's Imperial Palace could be the Yan Emperor.
After a whole night of fighting, he finally broke into the Imperial Palace and found the Yan Emperor. He was about to complete the order given by the general, but he had no strength and was about to die.
Sheng Yongli was very unwilling.
He was very unwilling.
The Yan Emperor had been seriously ill for many years and could die at any time. He was kept alive by the imperial doctors and precious medicine sent by Chang 'an City. Now that the Emperor was dead, why was this old man still alive?
Sheng Yongli roared angrily.
Then he used all his strength to throw the half of the podao in his hand at the old man in the distance.
With the injuries on his body, he should have died long ago. The reason why he did not die was because he had been holding his breath. There was not much strength left in his body.
The podao broke through the air and flew crookedly. It did not touch the Yan Emperor's body and fell down. It bounced a few times on the ground and almost hit the Yan Emperor's toes.
The Yan Emperor had been seriously ill for many years and was besieged by the Tang Army. He was so shocked that he could not think clearly. Seeing the Tang Army throw a flying knife at him like a blood demon, he did not even see where the knife landed. He only heard a crisp sound and was so scared that his face turned pale and his lips turned black. He clutched his chest and collapsed into the eunuch's arms.
"You scared the hell out of me!"
The Yan Emperor screamed and stomped on the ground. Then he closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Screams and cries rang out in the side hall. The eunuchs and palace maids fled in all directions. No one cared about the Yan Emperor's body. In a panic, a palace maid overturned an oil lamp and the gauze curtain suddenly ignited.
Sheng Yongli looked at the scene in front of him and it took him a while to understand what had happened. He muttered to himself, "He was scared to death? You call this the Emperor? "
After saying this and completing the military order given by Xian Zhilang, he finally felt tired and pain. He slowly sat on the ground and closed his eyes with a satisfied smile.
Sheng Yongli, the commander of the Tang Northeast Border Military Camp, had won the last victory of his military career.
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The news of the Yan Emperor's death quickly spread from the palace to the Prince's Mansion.
Looking at the billowing black smoke in the direction of the palace, Xian Zhilang was quiet for a long time. Then he laughed out loud. His laughter seemed especially presumptuous and happy.
"Even if it was an ambush, even if Her Highness and I fell into your trap, you still have to exchange the Emperor's life and the palace for destroying the Northeast Border Military!"
Crown Prince Chong Ming's face was livid. Long Qing was silent.
Xian Zhilang looked at the two quietly. His eyes were unusually cold. He said, "This is not enough. I can tell you now that in the future, Capital Cheng will be massacred by the Tang Army."
Long Qing said, "There will be no Tang Empire in the world, and naturally there will be no Tang Army."
"Her Highness and I are indeed the sinners of the Tang Empire. But do you really think that the battle of Capital Cheng can decide everything? Destroy the Tang Empire? Just you? "
Xian Zhilang looked at the crowd and said sarcastically. Then he pulled back his sword and committed suicide.
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