The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

As Wang Yong spoke these straightforward words, the hall instantly exploded.

"Ah?! Did the prince realize that the situation was not good and ran away early?

"This....what should I do?!"

"Could it be that the rebels are really about to charge into the city? How could it come to this? Aren't there still many soldiers in the city?"

"We have deployed almost all our troops on the tower for a while now, and now it's only been one night and we are already unable to hold it?"

"If the tower falls, then the imperial city will soon be..."

The frightened ministers expressed their concerns at once, and the hall, which should have been solemn and quiet, was now as noisy as a vegetable market.

The ministers lost their composure and at this moment were no different from peddlers. As the king, Jin Fengluan's expression became increasingly ugly as he listened to all the words from the audience.

Every word they said seemed like a sharp blade, piercing through their hearts bit by bit. Sweat trickled down their temples, making their haggard faces, already due to lack of rest, look even paler.

Jin Fengluan leaned back in the dragon throne, her stiff body almost shrinking into it. The spacious, majestic and magnificent dragon throne was right beneath her, and the dragon head support was tightly grasped in her palms. The rough touch was so real. She had been sitting on the dragon throne for eight years.

Can he step down from the throne so easily? That's impossible!

So she took a deep breath, and then shouted angrily:

"Shut up, everyone!!"

This angry shout still shocked all the ministers. For a moment, all the noisy whispers disappeared, but panic expressions still remained on their faces. They looked at the angry monarch.

"Bang bang bang!"

The table was slammed loudly. Jin Fengluan slammed the table with one hand, pointed at the ministers in the audience and shouted:

"Let alone the fact that the rebels have not yet entered the city, even if they did enter, what would happen?!"

"Look at what you are like now! You are worse than those peasants and market slaves!"

The ministers looked at each other and lowered their heads. Jin Fengluan became more and more angry when he saw their drooping heads, and then shouted:

"The rebels have been attacking the city for the entire night. Do you think they are all heavenly soldiers? They won't get tired?! Huh?!"

"In order to deal with this war, in addition to leaving a few thousand soldiers in the Imperial City, I deployed all the troops in the Inner City, just to let them deal with the rebels!"

"There are tens of thousands of soldiers in the tower, plus the reserve troops in the inner city, a total of more than 200,000 people! Can we let the rebels break in like this?"

After the words fell, Jin Fengluan glanced at everyone's faces, and seeing that they all wanted to speak but hesitated, she slammed her palm on the table again and scolded:

"Yes! I know you are going to say that the defenses of the tower were breached again and again by the rebels! But you have to know that they paid for this with countless lives!"

"And now, let alone the possibility that the tower will be captured, even if it is given up, the people in the inner city are ready to fight. The soldiers there are well-trained and brave, and they will definitely fight to the death and will never let the rebels enter the city!"

"Now that the battle is still undecided, how can we lose our composure? You are all jumping up and down, what's the point? My brother left the palace to coordinate the troops, but you are running away?"

"Where are you running to? Nanze is the foundation of our Great Qian. No one is allowed to run away. No one can escape! Everyone, wait for me! Wait for the battle results from the front line!"

Her cold eyes swept across the audience. At this moment, Jin Fengluan turned into a majestic king. Everyone in the audience was still uneasy, but everyone knew that if they said something to annoy her at this time, they would be arrested by her, or even sentenced to death on the spot.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Everyone had no choice but to restrain their expressions and bow in reply.

Jin Fengluan took a few breaths and tried to calm herself down as much as possible, but her frantic heart could not calm down for a moment. It had been some time since her brother left the hall, and in fact, she didn't know where he had been doing.

However, the urgent news that came in was enough to make people anxious. Although she knew that there were still many soldiers in the inner city, she had indeed lost a lot of confidence in the series of failed battles last night.

But those are all the troops the court can control. If we can't place our hopes on them, then where can we place our hopes?

When he was in Nanjing, he controlled several large armies, including the Panlong Army led by Huang Long and the heavy cavalry led by Xiong Qian. Jianren had more and stronger troops, but all of this was wiped out with the fall of Nanjing.

The only remaining Shenji Battalion was almost entirely deployed on the city wall to deal with this battle.

If Nan Ze itself did not have hundreds of thousands of soldiers stationed there, there would be almost no troops available, but the battle of Datong caused a lot of casualties, resulting in the fact that now, apart from the soldiers on the city wall, there are only a few thousand guards in the imperial city.

If the city wall was completely defeated, then...Thinking of this, Jin Fengluan frowned and couldn't help but touch her forehead with her hand, but she couldn't smooth out the fine lines on her forehead.

Jin Fengluan had a gloomy face, as if a dark cloud was lingering on it.

-

The day dawned quickly. The bright red light from the rising sun was not hot yet, but at this moment the sea was already full of golden waves.

The red sun turned into a scorching sun, and the golden light gushing out was like a furnace of boiling molten steel, reflecting the black armor of the marching Yan army as if it was coated with a gold film.

Qin Ze could not hear any noisy sounds along the way as they came in a mighty procession from the east gate. The doors and windows of every household were closed, and the ups and downs of the houses passed by his eyes one by one. As they got closer to the imperial city, the streets became wider, the houses became more regular, and there were more and more magnificent single-family houses.

With its flying eaves, glazed tiles and colorful wine flags swaying in the wind, this ancient capital is magnificent and elegant. It seems to be no worse than Nanjing, except that it is less popular at this time.

There were still remnants of soldiers fleeing in the city, so Qin Ze sent out several troops along the way to capture them, and also sent out several other forces to attack the imperial city from different directions.

Nanze was expanded by the ancestors of the Jin family over several decades, so the structure of Jinling is generally similar to that of Nanze. The entire Nanze is evenly divided into more than 200 markets. The imperial city is not located in the center, but on the east, which means "the rising sun in the east."

Of course, after the capital was moved to Jinling, the imperial city of Jinling was located in the center for safety reasons. But now the imperial city near the old capital has shortened the walking distance. When passing through the various markets, all the people guarding the gates under the walls have run away.

There was no obstruction at all. Just the rumbling sound of the iron hooves and the red flaming banner that was already marching along with the army had already dispersed all the enemies.

The entry into the city was smooth and the army's marching speed increased a lot. Before the hour of Si, Qin Ze put his hand on his brow and the towering and majestic spectacle in the distance came into his sight.

"Let's go, pack it up!"