Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 426 Emperor Taizu, the Liao Dynasty is Dead!
"You all go first, I'll be right behind you~"

Lin Dao, sitting on a stool, waved to the tribal chiefs, indicating that they should enter the city first.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, we will surely slaughter all the Khitan dogs in the city!"

With victory seemingly within reach, the tribal chiefs were all eager to rush into the city to claim the credit.

Large tribes fought over human heads and desperately vied for the position of Grand Commander.

The small tribe knew they couldn't win the fight, but they still wanted to take the head.

Driven by certain individuals, various tribes were secretly offering higher and higher prices to buy the heads of the dead.

This is an extremely rare source of income for a small tribe.

The stolen heads could be sold to large tribes vying for the position of Grand Commander, yielding substantial benefits.

Such a good thing only happens once every few years.

For a bone thrown out of the forest road, the large and small tribes in the nearby grasslands and between the white mountains and black waters.

They went back and forth, forming alliances and maneuvering, employing all sorts of promises and threats—they did it all.

As the saying goes, no one gets up early without a reason.

When enormous profits are presented to them, many people are willing to risk their lives for them.

Watching the numerous tribal chiefs joyfully lead their people through the blasted opening into the crematorium, Lin Dao lowered his eyes slightly and raised his hand to say goodbye.

This grand spectacle effectively sent away more than half of the male members of the numerous tribes in the northern lands.

Now, it's time for the grand finale to come to an end.

Lin Dao exhaled a breath of stale air and muttered to himself.

"I have done enough for this country."

Resistance continues within the city.

With nowhere else to go, the Khitans put up a desperate resistance in every part of the palace.

They guarded every pavilion and tower, and held fast to every passageway.

The fighting between the two sides was extremely fierce; once they met, it was a matter of life and death.

The tribal rebels who stormed in didn't want prisoners; they only wanted the heads of the defenders.

In this situation, the defenders who have knives in their hands will inevitably fight to the death.

Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me.

In the brutal fighting, countless lives are lost every moment.

There were so many corpses in this palace that they were almost everywhere.

Even the wells were filled with corpses.

"The rebels are almost at the main hall."

Yelü Xiezhen, his armor covered in bloodstains and scratches, rushed into the main hall, panting heavily.

His steps abruptly halted, and the words that were about to come out were swallowed back.

The main hall was filled with corpses.

Layer upon layer, densely covering the main hall.

There were princesses and noble ladies adorned with jewels, and lowly maids of the lowest rank in the palace.

They were all women.

Yelü Xiezhen was familiar with many of them.

During the days of defending the city, these women would comfort the warriors who had been fighting hard every night.

But now~
"coming?"

Yelü Xiuge, also wearing tattered armor and with an arrow wound in his face that was bleeding profusely, was carrying a large wooden barrel and pouring the oil inside into various parts of the palace.

Yelü Xiezhen struggled to speak, "They..."

"They all have to die."

Yelü Xiuge laughed, but the aggravation of his wounds made his smile rather eerie.

"Could it be that we're going to survive and leave them for the rebels to enjoy?"

"You know what happens to women when they fall into the hands of the military."

Yelü Xiezhen remained silent.

He knew, of course, what would happen to a woman in war if she fell into enemy hands.

Being used as a container is already the best luck one can hope for.

The worst off were becoming slaves, and the worst off were being served on the table.

The Han people in the south have experienced far too many of these tragedies.

Hundreds of years ago, the Xianbei people committed all sorts of atrocities, and Han women in their hands truly suffered a fate worse than death.

The Khitans raided for grain every year and committed all sorts of atrocities, which can be considered a tradition passed down through generations.

Therefore, the story of a woman who transmigrates into the body of a princess of a fallen kingdom and rises from slavery to power is something even Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio wouldn't dare to write; only a fairy like me would!
"I'm doing a good deed," Yelü Xiuge said with a strange laugh as he poured kerosene, "helping them escape suffering."

After pouring out the oil, Yelü Xiuge turned the empty bucket upside down and placed it on the ground, then turned to look at Yelü Xiezhen.

"You chose this place too?"

Taking a breath and looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Yelü Xiezhen turned and left without saying a word.

Watching him leave, Yelü Xiuge moved and sat on the wooden barrel, taking a bottle of wine that Lin Dao had brought.

He glanced at the Niulanshan brand logo on the bottle, then unscrewed the cap and blew directly into the bottle.

He seemed dazed, and his mind was also in a daze.

He was still wondering why the once prosperous Liao Dynasty had fallen to its current state.

He was awakened by the sounds of fighting outside the palace.

He struggled to open his drunken eyes and saw a large number of tribal rebels surging into the main hall.

"Hehe~"

Yelü Xiuge raised his head and drank the whole bottle of Niulanshan liquor in his hand, then casually smashed the bottle.

He took out a tinderbox and, under the horrified gazes of the rebels, pressed it against his own body.

His body was already covered in kerosene.

Yelü Xiezhen looked at the main hall engulfed in flames and gritted his teeth as he took a deep breath.

He immediately turned around, and with the last few guards around him, he swung his sword and scattered a group of rebel soldiers, rushing towards the Imperial Ancestral Temple.

The guards remained outside, while Yelü Xiezhen entered to pay his respects.

"Emperor Taizu, the Liao Kingdom has fallen."

"You unfilial descendant, I have no face to see you."

Yelü Xiezhen kowtowed deeply, saying, "We don't know how we were defeated so inexplicably, and so badly at that." "The Liao and the Khitan are both finished."

"The Han emperors were too ruthless, leaving no way out whatsoever. They didn't even give us a chance to surrender and wait for the future!"

Shouts and sounds of fighting came from outside; it was clear that the rebels had caught up.

Yelü Xiezhen hurriedly got up and went to the side to open the sealing ring of the wooden barrel.

With great effort, they lifted the wooden bucket and poured the kerosene inside all over the temple.

He muttered to himself, "We even fought our way to Bianjing and became emperor there."

"But the Han people were too brutal, and they drove us back."

"I originally planned to take advantage of the internal strife among the Han people and slowly erode their territory."

"I never expected them to release a new hero again!"

"Whenever the Han people are in internal strife and blood is flowing like rivers, heroes will always emerge to save the world."

"We had no choice; we were beaten so badly we had to run away with our tails between our legs."

"Now, we can't even protect our hometown."

As they were speaking, the gates of the Imperial Ancestral Temple were suddenly smashed open, and the various rebel armies, their eyes bloodshot with rage, rushed in, brandishing their weapons.

Yelü Xiezhen did not resist and instead threw the empty wooden bucket over.

He ran quickly toward the portrait and memorial tablet of Yelü Abaoji.

He also took out a tinderbox and lit the portrait of Yelü Abaoji.

"Great Ancestor, your unworthy descendant has come seeking you, please be gentle with your punishment~~~"

Several weapons landed on Yelü Xiezhen, knocking him to the ground.

A group of tribal rebels surrounded him, hacking and smashing wildly. Blood quickly mixed with the oil on the ground and flowed in a winding stream, forming a unique scene.

The burning portrait swayed and fell to the ground.

The next moment, a torrent of flames swept across everything around them.

Similar scenes played out repeatedly throughout the imperial palace in the capital.

Fires broke out everywhere and grew larger and larger.

In ancient times, the main building material for imperial palaces was wood.

Although a considerable amount of resources were consumed during the defense of the city, it was still only a small part compared to the vast imperial palace.

As fires broke out in various places, the large amount of wood gradually caught fire, and the fire began to spread rapidly.

Seeing the towering black smoke rising from the city walls, the forest path outside the city sighed silently.

He finally got up from the stool.

All the generals came before him to receive orders.

"Send the order to all departments."

Lin Dao's voice was filled with murderous intent.

"Seal off the palace! Entry is permitted, but exit is not!"

The generals bowed their heads.

"Leader!"

The Han army has turned against us!
When the palace was ablaze, warriors from various tribes rushed into the city in an attempt to escape, only to be met with a barrage of arrows and the swords, spears, halberds, axes, hammers, and flails of armored soldiers.

A small number of tribes, remaining cautious and wary, who did not enter the palace, were also besieged by the army.

Only then could the wise men among the tribal chiefs finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The Han emperor was really so ruthless as to want to wipe them out in one fell swoop!
Under the impact of thermal convection, strong winds swept through the sky.

The strong winds fueled the fire, engulfing the entire palace in flames and thick smoke.

The chilling cries of despair echoed continuously from within the palace.

Many tribal warriors, their bodies ablaze with flames, leaped down the wall with strange cries, but without the royal guards needing to lift a finger, they quickly fell silent.

The breach that had been blasted open earlier became the place where the most tribal warriors sought refuge.

However, the Imperial Guards blocking the outside were like an iron wall, keeping everyone out.

Pleading, cursing, charging in, and bribing.

They tried every trick in the book, but the Imperial Guard remained unmoved.

They sealed off the exits; anyone who came out would die.

As the fire grew larger, a strange smell gradually wafted from the palace.

Even seasoned imperial guards felt nauseous at the mere mention of it.

A dead end lay before them, and behind them raging flames and thick smoke.

Zhao Gou, the King of Xi, who had previously dreamed of becoming the Grand Commander, was now in despair.

He was surrounded by flames and thick smoke, screaming shrilly towards the opening.

"Han Chinese emperor~"

"You broke your oath!"

"The gods and Buddhas will not let you off the hook!"

"Even if we die and become vengeful ghosts, we won't let you go!"

"Ah~~~"

The sounds and words were like the wailing of ghosts!
Many soldiers subconsciously looked at Lin Dao.

This emperor is truly ruthless.

First, they take advantage of people fighting amongst themselves, then they wipe them all out at once!

Lin Dao, whose expression was calm, smiled.

In his mind, the tragic scene of thousands of Han Chinese sons and daughters being stuffed into pots by the barbarian invaders in Yonghe time and space, and being pushed into the water to drown if they couldn't finish eating, causing the river to stop flowing!
It is the time and space of Jingkang, the millions of wronged souls in Bianliang, and the tens of millions of wronged souls in the north.

It was during the late Ming Dynasty, when hundreds of millions of people died tragically under the sword!

Compared to the suffering endured by the sons and daughters of Han, what we are seeing is nothing!
"Gods and Buddhas?"

Lin Dao had a faint smile on his face. "If gods and Buddhas were useful, how could there be so much injustice in the world!"

"The immortals are busy cultivating."

“The Buddhists live in Mercedes Temple, a place of purity where only Ferraris are parked.”

"They don't have time to come looking for me."

After taking a deep look at the imperial palace of the capital city, which was now shrouded in flames and thick smoke, Lin Dao turned his horse around and drove away.

"You deserve this!"

(End of this chapter)