Chaos of the Three Kingdoms Summons

Chapter 2624 The First Emperor Dies, the Battle Ends, and All the Warlords of the Central Plains Perish.

Ji County, Qin King's Palace.

At this moment, Qin Zheng showed no sign of dejection at the prospect of defeat and imminent death. Instead, he specially ordered someone to wash and change his clothes so that he could straighten his attire.

From the moment you embark on this path, you should have been prepared to face all of this today.

It's just that he's less skilled than others; there's nothing more to say.

He never regretted taking this path and ending up like this.

If he were afraid of death, he wouldn't be him.

As a monarch, even in death, one should die with the dignity of a monarch.

Beside him were Qin Ji and Qin Ji, one a scholar and the other a warrior, the two right-hand men of the royal family.

The three walked together, one in front and two on either side, arriving together in front of a palace.

That place is where the ancestral tablets of the Qin Dynasty's ancestors are enshrined.

Rows of somber memorial tablets stood silently in the dim light, like countless pairs of eyes gazing silently through time.

The air was filled with the cool, musty scent of sandalwood, which had been stored for a long time, mixed with the faint musty smell of the wood itself, creating an indescribable sense of solemnity and desolation.

Each memorial tablet is engraved with a name, a piece of the past, and a legacy he once vowed to restore.

They stand silently, as if silently interrogating or silently mourning.

He stopped, his gaze slowly sweeping over the cold memorial tablets. There were no wails, no sobs, only an almost deathly stillness.

Behind them, Qin Ji and Qin Ji brought over several heavy earthenware urns from somewhere.

The mouth of the jar was roughly pried open, and a pungent, viscous liquid smell, seemingly carrying the scent of death, instantly filled the air, so strong that it almost overpowered the stale sandalwood.

It was kerosene, cold, slippery, and a harbinger of destruction.

The two of them lifted the heavy earthenware urn, and the thick, black oil, like filthy blood from hell, was splashed onto the thick, vermilion-lacquered beams and pillars that bore the weight of the entire ancestral temple.

It splashed onto the window frames carved with intricate patterns of auspicious clouds and mythical beasts, and onto the heavy brocade curtains hanging before the altar...

"Our ancestors are above us."

Qin Zheng's voice was deep and hoarse, like a rusty blade scraping against stone, each word striking the cold air with a weight as heavy as iron.

"Unworthy descendants... have failed their ancestors and have failed to restore the great Qin dynasty."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the silent memorial tablets, as if bidding a final farewell, or perhaps conducting a cruel trial.

However, although Qin Zheng's voice was low and hoarse, his eyes contained endless resentment and determination.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the burning candle in his hand drew a short, bright arc, landing precisely in the thickest, most easily ignited curtain under the altar, soaked in kerosene!
Qin Zheng's figure was instantly engulfed by the raging flames that suddenly rose several meters high!

The blinding firelight turned him into a leaping, golden silhouette.

A massive heatwave assaulted his body, instantly charring and curling the hem of his tattered princely robe. His hair sizzled softly, and the air was thick with the acrid smell of burning flesh mixed with the pungent aroma of burning grease, making it suffocating.

However, just as this infernal purgatory, capable of instantly destroying the will of mortals, descended, a long roar suddenly erupted from the core of the raging flames!
"Ha...haha...hahaha...!!!" The laughter pierced through gold and shattered stone, carrying a kind of soul-tearing madness, a kind of arrogance that looked down on life and death, a kind of extreme madness that turned boundless pain and overwhelming hatred into fuel!
When the Jin army, having breached the city, reached the Qin King's palace, all they could see was a raging fire burning from the very center.

Almost all the Jin army generals around were drawn to the fire. Looking at the towering flames, their expressions were inscrutable, yet they all couldn't hide their excitement.

With this great fire, it is clear that from this day forward, all the former warlords of the Central Plains, except for the remnants of Zhu Yuanzhang's forces who were still in exile and the remnants of the Southern Chu forces who had fled to Southeast Asia, have now been completely wiped out by the Great Jin Dynasty.

Li Cunxiao also limped up. Of the two weapons he was carrying, only one remained. He had given the other to Tu Xingsun, who was standing next to him, to carry.

Qin Long ultimately died at his hands, though he sustained a knife wound to his arm and shoulder. While not life-threatening, it left him looking utterly wretched.

However, the wound on his shoulder was quite severe, so severe that even his weapons now required Tu Xingsun's help to carry them.

His breastplate was now completely shattered.

His final move against Qin Long was simply his last slam, a powerful blow that struck the opponent's helmet. It even shattered the helmet's edge, shattering the opponent's skull.

However, Qin Long's final thrust was barely blocked by the weapon in his other hand, weakening its force. Although it pierced through his armor and even shattered his breastplate, it ultimately failed to penetrate his body.

This battle was also an extremely dangerous one for Li Cunxiao.

As for Tu Xingsun, his battle with Long Wentian was actually not very eventful.

Although both of them were unparalleled martial generals, they were fighting on foot.

One of them was a pure infantry commander, and he was on the battlefield where he was most skilled. The other was a general who had lost his warhorse.

Therefore, on the surface, the two seem to have similar combat strength, but one of them has no way to use his strength. He can't even unleash half of his life's combat power and is almost entirely toyed with by Tu Xingsun.

In the end, Tu Xingsun lived up to expectations and repeatedly smashed his opponent's chest, shattering his internal organs.

When Feng Quji, Feng Jie, and other prisoners of Youzhou, who had been brought up by numerous Jin army generals, saw the raging fire, they all let out painful howls.

As the great fire rose, the battle for this city came to an end.

Ni Liang, Shi Xue, Shi Xiang, and other Youzhou generals who were still putting up a stubborn resistance were either captured by the Jin army generals, or, like Shi Huang, they took the initiative to ask for a dignified surrender. Some of them, having lost all hope, eventually surrendered in despair.

Among them, Ni Liang, Qin Zhu and others were the most emotional after being captured. Although they were all tied up, they still glared angrily at the Jin army generals.

The Jin generals didn't bother with them much; after all, being glanced at a few times wouldn't kill them.

If these generals from Youzhou were willing to abandon their allegiance to the light, they would still have a way out.

But if they continue with this attitude, those who are lucky might be publicly executed and sent on their way in a straightforward manner.

But if you're unlucky, you might end up spending your whole life in a dark and hopeless prison.

The Jin army has fought its way to this point, and naturally there are many tough guys who were captured. As a result, many of them have been imprisoned for several years, or even more than a decade.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, these people will likely spend the rest of their lives in prison.

This kind of treatment is even more miserable than dying directly.

(End of this chapter)