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Chapter 425 Heaven Collapse
Nothing can stop King Kong, never.

"Protect His Majesty! Protect His Majesty!"

"Regroup! Shield wall! Where is the shield wall?!"

"Behead those who retreat!"

The scarlet cavalry was like a spike, piercing through the Great Zhou army's defenses head-on. The dragon shield wall collapsed, and the giant shields and heavy infantry were knocked away together, like wheat blowing up from a threshing floor.

There were wailing, shouting, and the sound of weapons clashing.

The battlefield is so cruel. The god of fate may seem to be smiling at you in the last second, but may take your life in the next second.

The central army's front collapsed completely and the situation was completely out of control.

But... the Great Zhou army still did not experience a large-scale rout!
Just because the drumbeats on the hillside still didn't stop!

"These are fucking aliens! They are slaughtering our compatriots, and their hands are covered with the blood of the people!"

"Except for us, there are no more Great Zhou troops north of the Changhe River! We are the last line of defense against the alien races! If we retreat, who else can stop them!"

"Pick up your sword! Get back here!" A captain of the imperial guards grabbed the collar of a soldier who had retreated hastily and shouted, "The Emperor is fighting alongside us! Even His Majesty has not retreated, how dare you become a deserter?!"

The sound of the drums seemed to have a calming power. Gradually, the infantry that had been scattered by King Kong spontaneously gathered together and formed a defensive formation again.

In front of the central army of the Murong clan, Murong Wei and others clearly witnessed this almost miraculous scene.
According to the current organization and willpower of the army, when they are dispersed by the cavalry, they will most likely abandon their weapons and flee the battlefield. How could they return and spontaneously form a new formation?

None of these Great Zhou soldiers wanted to die. Their arms holding their shields were shaking, but they still stood resolutely in front of the foreign cavalry.

This is simply unimaginable to foreigners.

The grassland people were not afraid of death because of the blessing of the Holy Spirit and the pleasure of plunder. What about the Zhou people?
"Let King Kong turn around and attack again." Murong Wei said coldly, "until the Zhou army is completely dispersed!"

The horn sounded again, and the King Kong cavalry, who were already deeply trapped in the enemy's camp, turned their horses around and began to charge in the opposite direction.

But amidst the horns, there suddenly came a more passionate drum sound, like thunder and rain.

This is the signal for the Great Zhou cavalry to launch an attack!
On both sides of the central army, at the foot of the hill, Fang Xuanmei, wearing golden armor, mounted his warhorse and shouted to the many imperial cavalrymen behind him:
"When the country is in danger, the king is worried about his life. We should save the danger and protect the king and the country!"

"Imperial Guards, join me in the battle!"

"Kill!" he roared.

"kill!"

Millions of cavalrymen roared together. They followed Fang Xuanmei and charged towards the rain of arrows.

Some people fell down after being shot by arrows, but more people followed.

Amidst the sound of drums, the heroic imperial cavalry rushed down the hillside and inserted themselves into the retreating Vajra Line from the side, like the collision of two torrents, causing a devastating flood.

The midday sun shone on the fields, bringing out blood-red reflections on the tattered armor.

The flat hills have turned into a hell on earth.

……

"Qiang!"

Xiao Fuwei used his goose-wing knife to block a horse spear that was stabbing towards him.

He growled, raised his hand to swing away the gun tip, and slapped the gun with the back of the knife, knocking the weapon out of the King Kong cavalryman's hand.

The four-horse warhorse under his crotch was quite intelligent, and its hind hooves kicked towards him with murderous intent.

Xiao Fuwei dodged sideways and leaped three meters high. He swung his goose-wing knife from top to bottom into the gap in the armor on the cavalryman's neck.

The cavalryman's body was split in two, blood spurted out, dyeing his black robe and black armor into ink red.

Xiao Fuwei then stabbed the warhorse's heart again, heard it wail, and watched its huge body fall to the ground and fall into the blood.

The sounds of killing all around were still intense, like two exhausted people still fighting for their lives to the death.

Xiao Fuwei stood in the pile of corpses. There was no living person within ten meters around him.

The morning sun became blazing, then dimmed, and finally turned into a suspended sunset. The armies of the two countries had been fighting fiercely outside Pingqiu City for a day. And the final outcome after the fierce battle was undoubtedly developing in a direction that was not favorable to the Great Zhou.

The Imperial Army cavalry fought to the death, but in the end they only caused limited disturbance to the King Kong formation. These heavily armored cavalry formed a line like an iron tower, and every death charge could bring great damage to the infantry phalanx of the Great Zhou.

Without a systematic dragon shield wall, the sparse and scattered spears and giant shield phalanxes were simply unable to stop the alien King Kong charging at full speed.

A tiger entering a flock of sheep is like entering an empty space. The advantage in numbers cannot erase the gap in combat power after all. It took the lives of three soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty to kill one alien.

The Beiya Imperial Guards, who had held out for a day, finally couldn't hold on any longer. They had tried their best, but still couldn't win.

Deserters began to appear, and even the NCOs killed several of the first to flee, but it was of no avail. When the final hope of victory was shattered, they no longer wanted to fight, and the only thing in their minds was to save their own lives.

The already shaky front gradually showed signs of total collapse.

Xiao Fuwei knew that the Great Zhou was doomed to fail in this battle. Now the only thing he had to do was to cover His Majesty's retreat.

Just as he was about to rush to the central army, he saw a man in front of him falling off his horse in a panic, and a violent scimitar with a blade several feet long was raised and slashing towards his back.

Xiao Fu rushed forward with great force, holding the Yan Chi knife high in the air. The remaining blood and armor were added to the blade, which took the blow for him.

He picked up the man who had fallen off his horse and retreated quickly.

"Marquis Pingjiang, I owe you a life." The man said weakly.

It was the dying King Fang Xuanmei of Pingyuan.

This rank 6 Ming Wu was seriously injured, with wounds all over his limbs and a large hole cut open in his abdomen, blood gushing out. If such injuries were on an ordinary person, he would have died several times over.

"How many people did you kill?" Xiao Fuwei asked.

"I can't remember clearly, probably several hundred." Fang Xuanmei coughed up a mouthful of blood and said, "I killed five fifth-turn Vajra, and in the end I was ambushed by a master from the Murong family."

"Where are the imperial cavalrymen who went up with you?" Xiao Fuwei asked again.

"All dead."

The seriously injured and dying general vomited blood, and his tiger eyes were full of sadness and hatred.

"Marquis, we lost, we lost..." Fang Xuanmei grabbed his arm and said hoarsely, "But I still can't figure out why we lost."

"The king and his subjects are willing to work together, and the soldiers are willing to die, but in the end they are still no match for the weapons of foreign races?" There was some reluctance in his words, but more of it was dejection.

The Six Guards of the Northern Yamen Imperial Army were Fang Xuanmei's life's work, and he regarded these soldiers as his comrades, whether they were named or not.

Seeing so many people dying in battle, and seeing their bodies being trampled into bloody mud by King Kong's iron hooves, the commander-in-chief of the three armies no longer had the calmness of a general.

He did everything he could, but still couldn't win.

"We didn't do anything wrong, it's just God's will." Xiao Fuwei whispered.

"God's will..." Fang Xuanmei was silent. His eyes were red and he suddenly cursed, "This is God's will!"

The huge movement caused the wound to become strained, and blood foam began to flow out from the corner of his mouth again.

Xiao Fuwei used his palms to inject blood and energy to maintain his vital energy.

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to die?" Xiao Fuwei shouted coldly.

"Can we still survive?" Fang Xuanmei asked.

"Don't say stupid things."

Xiao Fuwei led him through the piles of corpses, and sent out several bloody sword winds to kill the foreign soldiers who blocked the way.

The two men finally arrived at the top of the earthen hill, where Fang Zun’s central army was located.

The last soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty on the battlefield are fighting to the death here. They are the Tiger Guards and Qimen Guards around the emperor.

The loyal guards maintained the last line of defense. They set fire to the chevaux de frise soaked in tung oil and raised walls of fire to resist the enemy.

Xiao Fuwei found Fang Zun, but discovered that the emperor was not in very good condition.

It seemed that he was hit by an arrow on his arm, and blood oozed out, staining the bright yellow dragon robe red. I guess it was the effect of that strange arrow.

Xiao Fuwei also saw Eunuch Xue beside Fang Zun. The old eunuch's breath was a little disordered, but he still retained most of his fighting power.

Apart from him, Xiao Fuwei did not find any other sixth-turn masters.

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Fuwei hurriedly clasped his fists towards Fang Zun.

At this moment, another wave of blood and energy shook. It was Xiao Yangwang who came with a seriously injured priest from a noble family.

Xiao Fuwei breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately his brother was fine.

The remaining five sixth-turn masters on the field are all Mingwu. The other two sixth-turn Mingwu and four sixth-turn Wuxing did not meet here, and they are likely to have died.

Xiao Fuwei put Fang Xuanmei down carefully, but accidentally stepped on something.

"Is this... Wang Zuocheng?" Fang Xuanmei exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing the voice, Xiao Fuwei turned around and saw that it was the head of the Wang family of Langya, Shangshu Zuocheng Wang Yan.

The gray-haired old minister was shot in the heart by an arrow. The strange arrow penetrated all the protective instruments and directly took the life of the head of one of the eight families. Until his death, the old minister still held the drumstick tightly in his hand.

Xiao Fuwei's eyes felt a little sore.

"Wang Zuocheng... is a good official." Fang Xuanmei said in a deep voice, "As the head of the eight clans, he must have selfish motives. But in a court full of filth, he can handle affairs impartially, which is worthy of my respect."

"I didn't expect... that he died here."

Xiao Fuwei looked around and found that most of the civil and military officials who had followed Fang Zun in the expedition had been killed.

The head of the Wuxing Shen family, Shen Chengyong, was a fourth-level Mingwu monk. He held a sword and killed the enemies together with the soldiers, but was eventually killed in the battle. His body was snatched back from the chaotic army by Eunuch Xue, and it was already a bloody mess.

The Minister of Five Arms Pei Wenyi did not retreat this time. He was a second-level Five Elements, and although his elemental power was weak, he still tried his best to resist the enemy. He was hit by several swords and died.

Chenjun Duke Xie Mingren did not go with the army. He was sent by Fang Zun to guard the camp in Yecheng in the rear.

Except for the two people from Lanling Xiao's family, the heads of the three families of Wang, Shen and Pei all died in this bloody battle. This is three of the eight surnames, and Xiao Fuwei could not imagine how much of an earthquake this would bring to the political arena of the Great Zhou.

But these were not what he needed to consider. The top priority now was to cover the emperor's retreat.

The foreign soldiers were brave and good at fighting. The eye-catching dragon robe on the hillside was their best motivation. Everyone was vying for the supreme honor of capturing the Emperor of the Great Zhou alive.

The resistance of the Qimen guards became increasingly difficult. Xiao Fuwei knelt on one knee and said urgently:

"Your Majesty, you retreat first, I will cover your rear!"

No one objected to this decision.

Xiao Yangwang silently drew out his sword, while Fang Xuanmei struggled to snatch the spear from the dead body of a Great Zhou soldier nearby, ready to deal with the incoming enemy at any time.

Fang Zun had his hands behind his back, holding a huge jade seal in each hand.

He smiled lightly:
"Xiao Qing, I appreciate your kindness."

"But I can't leave."

Xiao Fuwei couldn't believe his ears.

Seeing the shouts of the aliens getting closer, Xiao Fuwei said hurriedly:
"Your Majesty, your life is the most important! We can die here, but you must not get into any trouble!"

"You are wrong, Xiao Qing, you are wrong." Fang Zun laughed and shook his head.

"The emperor of the Great Zhou can pass on his throne, but if one of the sixth-level masters dies, there will be one less."

"Your Majesty, you can't change the situation if you stay here!" Fang Xuanmei advised bitterly, "Brothers have fought so hard until now just to give Your Majesty a chance to survive! I hope Your Majesty will not let them down!"

The situation was urgent, so Fang Xuanmei didn't bother to use respectful terms and spoke rather impolitely.

"That's why I want to stay here." Fang Zun laughed.

"I...can't let their sacrifice go to waste."

"But..." Xiao Fuwei wanted to persuade him again, but Fang Zun suddenly shouted:

"Xiao Fuwei, the commander of the Xuanzhong Guard!"

"...I'm here."

"Take them away!" the emperor said angrily.

Xiao Fuwei raised his head with an extremely complicated look, as if he was recognizing the emperor in front of him for the first time.

"I...obey the order!"

Xiao Fuwei and Xiao Yang looked at each other, both of them were speechless and grief-stricken. Fang Xuanmei, who was unwilling to leave even at the risk of death, was knocked unconscious, and he and another dying family priest were forcibly taken away, breaking out in the opposite direction.

The sunset in Pingqiu City is blood red, and even the strong wind cannot blow away the bloody smell lingering in the air.

"Old Fugui."

There was no one else here, so Fang Zun used this name that represented intimacy.

Eunuch Xue's name was Fugui. He was an old eunuch who had served three emperors. He was loyal and never made a mistake. He had no descendants or relatives, only a few apprentices who were also eunuchs. He almost dedicated his life to the imperial family of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Fang Zun was also raised under his care when he was a child. Eunuch Xue witnessed him grow from an unpopular prince to the emperor of the empire. The relationship between the two was very deep.

"Your Majesty." The old eunuch bowed slightly.

As a rank six warrior with profound martial arts skills, he still has the confidence to lead His Majesty out.

...If Your Majesty regrets it.

"You should go too, to Luojing, and bring the things to him," Fang Zun said.

"Your Majesty, I dare not live alone." Eunuch Xue said respectfully.

"You have to go. You don't deserve to die here with me." Fang Zun said, "You have worked hard for the Great Zhou all your life. It's time to take a break..."

"After you finish this task, I will set you free." Fang Zun whispered.

"Is this an order from His Majesty?"

"This is my request."

"I'm sorry, Lao Fugui. I asked you to accompany me on this trip." Fang Zun said softly, "Am I the most cowardly emperor you have ever seen?"

After a moment of silence, Eunuch Xue said:

"No, your majesty is the greatest emperor."

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed solemnly to Fang Zun.

"Haha..." Fang Zun laughed out loud, feeling satisfied.

"Let's go."

He waved his hand calmly.

The old eunuch paused for a long time, and his figure finally turned into bubble and disappeared.

The sound of killing gradually died down, and the last guards of the Qimen were slaughtered. The alien army gathered and surrounded the middle-aged man in the bright yellow dragon robe.

They looked at him with fear and curiosity, not understanding why he could be so calm.

The aura surged, and several huge pressures slowly descended upon his side.

The foreign leader Murong Wei stepped forward and greeted him with a smile in fluent Mandarin:
"Emperor of the Great Zhou, we finally meet. Your Majesty's calm demeanor despite the collapse of Mount Tai is truly admirable."

Faced with his flattery, Fang Zun did not respond but smiled coldly.

"You are from the grassland, but you speak the official language of our Great Zhou?"

The emperor looked at him with contempt.

Murong Wei's smile instantly faded, his expression becoming somewhat ferocious:
"Fang Zun, you are already a prisoner of our army. What qualifications do you have to speak nonsense here?!"

"I advise you to cooperate with us, otherwise you will regret coming into this world!"

Fang Zun's expression did not change at all.

He stood in the center of the earthen platform, looking down at these aliens as if he were looking down at a group of ants.

"Do you know where this is?" Fang Zun asked.

"Where?" Murong Wei frowned.

"This place is called Pingqiu, but a thousand years ago, it had a more famous name."

"... Julu."

As he finished speaking, boundless and enormous pressure rose behind the emperor, like the roar of a real dragon.

Fang Zun looked at the terrified elites of the Murong clan in front of him and shouted:
"1,500 years ago, Xiang Yu of Chu defeated the Qin general Wang Li's army of 200,000 here, shocking the world. 1,000 years ago, our ancestor Emperor Wu Fang Qianyi defeated the previous dynasty's army of 300,000 here and won the throne in one battle!"

The emperor's dragon robe stirred the air, his hair fluttered wildly, and golden light shot straight into the sky.

"You, the foreign race, have invaded my borders, slaughtered my people, and raised an unrighteous army to disrupt my Central Plains. I will never tolerate such a thing!"

His shout was like thunder in the wild, and it seemed as if the might of a dragon was covering his face.

"I will now exchange my blood for Zhou Long's remaining soul, and I will definitely kill you all here..."

Fang Zun crushed the jade seal in his hand, and golden-red flames burned on his body.

“…There is no room for delay!”

He roared word by word.

The beam of light engulfed his figure, and the powerful flames exploded, destroying the world.

From the East China Sea to Luojing, from Fanyang to Yecheng, the subjects of the empire looked up and all showed respect and mourning.

The pillar of light connected the sky to the earth, and it seemed as if huge stars were falling from the sky.

(End of this chapter)