The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 122: Looting Zhongdu

There is an inn.

"Nianci, what happened outside?"

In room Bingzi on the second floor, listening to the chaotic sounds outside, Yang Tiexin, who was dressed in coarse cloth and had gray hair on his temples, asked anxiously.

"Foster father, the Zhongdu city is under siege, and there are soldiers everywhere outside."

Mu Nianci, about seventeen or eighteen years old, looked tired and graceful. She rushed in wearing a red shirt, a crimson skirt, and red embroidered shoes. Her face with bright eyes and white teeth showed a little panic.

Although she had seen a lot of the world while following Yang Tiexin, she had never experienced war, and her heart was pounding.

"Zhongdu City is the capital of the Jin Kingdom. Which force broke in? Is it the Song court?"

After saying that, Yang Tiexin, whose face was sallow and a little weathered, picked up the iron spear and wanted to go out to help out.

As a descendant of the Yang family, Yang Tiexin was known for his loyalty throughout his life. He was poor and destitute in the first half of his life, and spent the second half of his life running around looking for his enemies. Now that someone is attacking Zhongdu City, a long-lost blood boils in his heart.

If they could capture Zhongdu City and avenge the humiliation of Jingkang, he would be willing to leave his old bones here and would have the face to see his ancestors in the netherworld after his death.

"Foster father, the streets are full of soldiers and we can't get out."

Seeing that her adoptive father Yang Tiexin wanted to go out, Mu Nianci grabbed his sleeve tightly, not wanting him to do anything stupid.

"We lost, we lost. A whole army of 100,000 elite soldiers couldn't hold out for even a quarter of an hour."

"Run! The Han people are invading! God, God is invincible."

Soon, the streets were in chaos. The triangular flags and five-color flags representing the Jin Dynasty were thrown on the ground everywhere and trampled on.

The ownerless horses neighed one after another, and the fleeing soldiers who had abandoned their weapons and armor were everywhere. There was deep confusion and fear in their eyes, and they ran around in panic like headless flies.

"Da da da!"

The sound of uniform horse hooves rang out, and Shen Yuanliang took the lead, leading the three thousand Iron Guards and sweeping past like a gust of wind, leaving behind heads and broken limbs all over the ground.

The Sixth Prince’s Mansion.

"Father, run away!"

"As long as there is green, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. As long as we return to Shangjing, we can regroup and fight the Han people again."

Wearing a purple gold crown on his hair and a noble and gorgeous robe, the handsome Wanyan Kang's face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. At this moment, he just wanted to save his life.

An entire army of 100,000 was no match for them. What Wanyan Kang said about retreating back to Shangjing City was, to put it bluntly, just an excuse for himself to escape.

"Young prince, with our brothers protecting you, we will definitely be able to fight our way out."

"We don't have much time left. Make a decision quickly, Your Majesty."

In the magnificent hall, Hou Tonghai, who was called "Three-headed Dragon" because of three tumors on his forehead, said anxiously while holding an iron fork.

"Hey! How could it come to this?"

"To think that I, the Sixth Prince of the Kingdom of Jin, would have to flee in disgrace one day, abandoning the city and fleeing."

Wanyan Honglie, who was in his forties or fifties and dressed in a black robe, slapped the mahogany table and sighed deeply, with indescribable frustration in his eyes.

Even though the Jin Dynasty was in decline and had lost cities and territory under the attack of the Mongols and was in danger, it was not in a situation where they could be attacked at the foot of the capital and have the city gates breached in an instant.

What happened to his great Jin Kingdom? Wanyan Honglie, who was devoted to his country, could not figure it out and was at a loss. With a loud bang, the red lacquer door collapsed. Shen Yuanliang and his group ignored everyone and rushed straight to the main hall of the palace.

"Liang Ziweng, come out."

In the garden full of blooming flowers, Shen Yuanliang looked at Liang Ziweng, a man of medium build and silver hair in the crowd, and said coldly.

"Greetings, sir. I wonder what you want to talk to me about?"

Being stared at coldly by Shen Yuanliang, Liang Ziweng, who was dressed in a hemp robe and looked neither righteous nor vulgar, put his right hand into his sleeve and spoke in a flattering manner.

"Ziwu bone-piercing nail?"

"You little trick, you're trying to act mysterious in front of me, you're courting death."

Glancing at Liang Ziweng's little move, Shen Yuanliang killed him with a palm without saying a word. His huge head was slammed into his chest, causing the remaining Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian and others to eyelids twitch wildly.

[Ding! You killed the evil old monster Shenxian, the strange man Liang Ziweng from Changbai Mountain, and intercepted a portion of the green luck! ]

"Dongmei, bring back Liang Ziweng's ten prescriptions for snakes, as well as the giant pit viper whose body is almost completely red, like a ruby."

During the capture of Zhongdu City, Shen Yuanliang was the first to arrive at the Sixth Prince's Mansion. Apart from Wanyan Kang, his biggest goal was to get the secret recipe for raising snakes that Liang Ziweng had obtained from a senior alien.

Using medicine to raise snakes can help them strengthen their bodies. With it, combined with the Bosuqu snake, Shen Yuanliang can cultivate special medicinal snakes and add to his own heritage.

"My hero, I know I am doomed, and I am willing to die. Could you spare Xiruo and Kang'er?"

"They are not my wife and son. I abducted them from Niujia Village 20 years ago. They are all Han Chinese."

After saying this, he looked at Bao Xiruo reluctantly, then Wanyan Honglie drew the sword from his waist and slashed his neck directly. Tears and blood gushed out, dyeing the bright flowers red.

"Sir, I am a Han Chinese, a Han Chinese, can you let me go?"

"I am not from the same family as this evil villain. I am also a victim. Mother, what is my last name? Tell this gentleman quickly."

Wanyan Kang kicked the dead Wanyan Honglei hard, then fell to his knees on the ground, tears streaming down his face. It was so miserable.

"I see a hint of resentment in your eyes. It seems that you hate me for ruining your wealth and glory and preventing you from becoming the young prince of the Kingdom of Jin."

"To acknowledge a traitor as your father is unfilial; to be a Han Chinese and willing to become a Jin Chinese is disloyal; to spit on Wanyan Honglie when he was dying and plead for you is unkind."

"Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness are four things. You have violated three of them. How can you live in this world?"

After taking a glance at the pretentious and vicious Wanyan Kang, Shen Yuanliang kicked the sword that Wanyan Honglie used to cut his neck.

With a "swish", the sharp sword pierced Wanyan Kang's neck and cut his throat.

"Hehe!"

Covering his neck that was bleeding, Wanyan Kang's eyes were wide open with a hint of fear and disbelief. A long cylindrical hidden weapon in his hand rolled to the ground, extremely conspicuous.

Obviously, everything that happened just now was Wanyan Kang's disguise. If Shen Yuanliang was unwilling to let him go, the hidden weapon in his hand would be his last means of saving his life.

[Ding! You killed the young prince of the Jin Kingdom, the last descendant of the Yang family, Wanyan Kang, and you have taken a portion of the blue luck! ]

"Kang'er!"

The delicate and weak Bao Xiruo was heartbroken when she saw the scene. She threw herself on Wanyan Kang's corpse, her pitiful eyes revealing a dead look.

(End of this chapter)