Dashun's elite soldiers arrived at Qian Zhou's capital, but they did not choose to attack the city gates. Instead, they listened to Feng Yu Heng's words and began to cook congee. Not only did they cook congee, but they also cooked soup. The soup was the authentic Refined Deity Building's aged soup that Feng Yu Heng had brought out from her space. That was something that she had requested from the Refined Deity Building's chef. She had placed it in her space so that she could cook it whenever she wanted to.
The change in climate caused by the earthquake and avalanche caused Qian Zhou, which had always had North winds, to begin to have South winds. The wind blew from the south to the north, blowing past the fragrant porridge, blowing past the Refined Deity Building's exclusive century-old soup base, bringing wave after wave of fragrances with the wind over the high city walls, sending wave after wave of fragrances into the capital.
There were soldiers standing guard on the city walls. In the beginning, they did not understand why Dashun's soldiers did not come to fight with them. Instead, they were cooking outside. Now, they completely understood. It turned out that they were trying to crush them mentally!
The soldiers of Qian Zhou had not eaten their fill for many days. The capital was the epicenter of the earthquake, and the majority of the surrounding mountains had collapsed. Large amounts of ice and snow had entered the city, and the imperial palace had mostly collapsed. The citizens' houses had all been destroyed, and countless people had been buried under the snow, waiting to be rescued. The food in the granaries had already begun to be rationed. The hunters could no longer go into the mountains to hunt, and the poultry had frozen to death. The people did not have anything to eat. Compared to being buried, hunger was the most important issue that needed to be resolved.
Outside the city, Xuan Tianming and the soldiers sat around a large pot. They held bowls and drank congee. The soldiers chatted with each other about harmless jokes, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
After half a day, news came from Prince Lian's side. He told Feng Yu Heng: "The disaster in the capital has been severe. Less than ten percent of the houses remain, and more than 90 percent of the imperial palace has been destroyed. All of the citizens are suffering from the cold and hunger. Many of them did not die from the collapse of the sky. Instead, they died from the cold and hunger. But there is still food in the imperial granary. That brat Feng Zhao Yu is lucky and is still alive. A large number of soldiers are also still alive. They have blocked the city gates and will not allow the citizens to go out. They have vowed to save the capital. " As he spoke, he took a big gulp of the soup. Then, with a look of admiration, he said, "It's said that this aroma is driving the people in the city crazy."
Feng Yu Heng smiled slyly. While smiling, she said to Xuan Tianming, "Fighting outside is just troublesome, but fighting inside is terrible."
Xuan Tianming also began to laugh, "Just talking about it is not enough. We still need to find a chance to go into the city and take a look. Qian Zhou's imperial family still owes us a debt. Those fingers still need to be personally taken."
Feng Yu Heng squints her eyes, thinking that she should choose an appropriate time to enter the city. She had originally wanted Qian Zhou, but in the current situation, there was not much use for it. After taking care of the Feng family, she would need to think of a good way to make use of this country. She could not allow it to remain idle.
The attack on the food outside the city continued for an entire day and night. Xuan Tianming's army had plenty of food. In addition to this, Qian Zhou was covered in snow. Once the snow melted, it would turn into water. There was not enough firewood, but Feng Yu Heng always had a way to start a fire without using firewood.
The congee continued to simmer, and the fragrance continued to drift into the city. The soldiers on Qian Zhou's city walls changed again and again, but not a single one of them was able to resist the temptation of the fragrance and the pots of good food.
A soldier said: "I heard that all of the city lords and citizens in the South have already defected to Dashun. They have changed their residences and are no longer living in their original places. Instead, they have been sent to Dashun."
Someone to the side immediately agreed, saying: "I heard that Dashun has four distinct seasons. There are spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The rivers are open, the trees are green, and the flowers are red."
A few more people gathered around and joined in the discussion, "It's not just that. The people of Dashun can eat green vegetables every day. I heard that they are grown in the fields. Families can grow them, and they are very cheap."
"It's not just cheap! There's no need to buy them at all. They can be found all over the mountains. There are also all sorts of fruits to eat. "
"Say, will Dashun treat the people who have changed their residences as their own? Will they be treated differently? "
"I don't think so. Dashun has so many people. Over the past few hundred years, they have swallowed up countless small countries. I have never heard of them treating anyone badly."
"Then if you say it like this, why do we still need to protect the capital? Who knows when the city walls will fall. Aren't we just waiting for death here? "
Once these words were said, the people looked at each other. Everyone understood this reasoning, but the servility that had been formed over the past few hundred years had already taken root. Qian Zhou's mark had already been carved into their flesh. How could it be removed so easily.
Thus the people only spoke about it; however, not a single person dared to take action.
The soldiers of Qian Zhou were envious of Dashun. At this moment, the citizens of the city were on the verge of collapse.
The fragrance from outside the city drifted over. At first, they thought that it was a hallucination. Later on, they thought that it was the Emperor being kind and opening a porridge stall to give them congee. But the people searched the entire city and could not find a place to give them congee. Gradually, some people realized that the fragrance was coming from outside the city. It was coming from the South gate.
The people wildly ran toward the South gate. They did not have time to dig up their buried relatives. That fragrance was like a breath of life. It gave the capital, which had been filled with an aura of death, a great deal of hope. They wildly rushed toward the South gate, loudly shouting: "We want to eat. Give us food!"
The soldiers of Qian Zhou were scared stiff by this scene. Faced with these citizens seeking to survive, they felt a little powerless. Soldiers were also people. They were also raised by their parents. Among these citizens seeking to survive were their parents and relatives. If they stopped them, it would be the same as killing their own relatives.
Some citizens asked: "Why is it so fragrant outside? Who are the people outside? "
The same question was asked time and time again. Finally, there was a soldier that could no longer endure and said the truth: "It's Dashun's army that has reached the gates of the capital. It's them that are cooking outside!"
"Dashun?" The people were confused. Over the past few months, there were quite a few refugees that had fled South; however, there was not a single one from the capital. Because Qian Zhou's imperial family had sealed the city, there was not a single person in the capital that could escape. The citizens were still very unfamiliar with Dashun. Hearing that they had reached the gates of the city, the fear brought about by the battle immediately extinguished the desire for food that had just surged into their minds.
The citizens stood blankly at the gates of the city. They did not want to leave, but they also did not know what to do. It was at this time that a young man that had mixed in with the citizens came up with an idea. He suddenly raised his voice and said: "I heard that aside from the capital, all of the cities in Qian Zhou have already submitted to Dashun. The citizens have all taken the initiative to change their household registration. Dashun has provided them with food and water, and they have all been sent to warm and green places to live. Only the capital is not allowed!"
The citizens were simple-minded. They did not think too deeply about where they had heard that they could not even leave the capital. They just felt that the words that this young man had said were very enticing. In addition to this, aside from the capital, all of the cities had already submitted. Speaking like this, would it not mean that they were the only ones that had been isolated?
Someone said in horror: "Could it be that Qian Zhou's imperial family wants us to be buried with them?"
These words caused a great deal of panic. This sort of panic began to spread through the crowd. Very quickly, it entered their hearts.
The young man that had spoken earlier took the opportunity to say: "Qian Zhou's luck has already run out. Even the heavens want to destroy Qian Zhou; however, the imperial family is still struggling. It's fine if they seek death, but we citizens are not willing to live our lives properly. Why should we be buried with the Feng family? The sky has collapsed in the capital, and the imperial family has sealed the city. They are not providing food or clothing. So many people are buried underground, and it is unknown if they are still alive. Dashun's soldiers have taken part in the disaster relief efforts. Who knows how many citizens of Qian Zhou have been saved. If we do not submit to this sort of wise leader, could it be that we will just watch as the Feng family causes all of us to die? "
These words caused the citizens to feel indignant. Finally, the citizens completely gave up on their final line of defense. Their hearts began to lean toward Dashun, and their hatred for Qian Zhou's imperial family reached an unprecedented height.
Who knew who took the lead, but they began to desperately charge toward the city gates. They wanted to push open the gates. One person moved, and with ten or a hundred people, they all moved. After that, there were thousands and tens of thousands of people. The soldiers guarding the city quickly stopped them in fear.
But these were the citizens of Qian Zhou. They could stop them; however, they could not kill them. There were many citizens, and there were few soldiers. Moreover, the soldiers had also been tempted by the fragrance outside and were not too resolute. With the citizens causing such a ruckus, they were powerless to stop them.
Who knew who took the lead to shout: "Let us out! Let us out! We want to sever all ties with Qian Zhou! "
Very quickly, everyone shouted this sort of thing and fiercely charged toward the city gates.
Outside the city, Xuan Tianming suddenly stood up and stared straight at the gates of Qian Zhou's capital. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a sly smile appeared on his face.
Feng Yu Heng proudly said to Prince Lian: "Did you see that. Without moving a single soldier, we emptied out Qian Zhou. So easy!"
How could Prince Lian possibly understand what she was saying? However, he could still understand the smug look on her face. He rolled his eyes. "If it weren't for my people helping you add fuel to the fire, do you think it would have been so easy?"
Once these words were said, Xuan Tianming nodded, "This time, taking down Qian Zhou in one fell swoop is something that your Highness Prince Lian cannot do."
"Hah, forget it, forget it. You two should stop being jealous. Since I have already betrayed Qian Zhou, I am no longer some Prince Lian. There is no need to mention my past achievements. You should think about it. With so many citizens suddenly pouring out of the city, how should we deal with them. "
Xuan Tianming began to laugh loudly. Using his internal strength, his laughter spread into the city along with the fragrance.
After the laughter, a heavenly voice came, telling the citizens of Qian Zhou: "Outside the city, there is life to be found. There is food to be eaten. Dashun has opened its arms to welcome the citizens of Qian Zhou. We will provide you with ample food and clothing. We will provide you with a healthy life. You will no longer need to fear the cold and will no longer need to worry about the sky collapsing. Dashun's soldiers will help you dig up the bodies of your loved ones. We will bring you from the cold to the warmth of Spring. Outside the city, there will be congee. The old, young, and weak will go first. Do not rush, do not panic, do not fight, and do not fight. If you can do this, I will help you leave the city! "
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