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Chapter 724: Blood Flows in Chang'an, Dong Zhuo Burns the Palace
Weiyang Palace, dawn is approaching.

"what?!"

"Su's army has entered the city?!"

"This is impossible, this is impossible!"

Dong Zhuo, carrying Liu Xie, stood at the gate of Weiyang Palace. Listening to the waves of cheers outside the palace, he felt like he was struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze, unable to react.

In his opinion, even if Su Yao was fast, it should take him about a day to travel three hundred miles.

Why is it that before dawn today, there is news that Su Yao's army has entered the city?

"Could it be that those ministers cheated and lied?!" Dong Min asked nervously.

"No, it's impossible!"

Dong Zhuo also suspected at the beginning that those ministers, seeing that they had been unable to capture the imperial city, might have resorted to a psychological attack.

However, when Dong Zhuo hurriedly stood on the city wall of the palace, he knew that what those people were shouting was true.

To the east of the city, flags with the word "Su" on them were fluttering in the distance from the city gate.

In the flames rising into the sky, the red flag was like a flame of victory, illuminating the entire Chang'an and inspiring everyone's fighting spirit.

The coalition forces against Dong were gaining momentum, and the people of Chang'an City seemed to see the dawn of hope. They came out of their homes and joined the ranks against Dong.

Su Yao himself was a leader of a thousand men, galloping through the streets of the city, sweeping away the Dong Zhuo soldiers who were blocking the way in the melee.

The Tiger Guards under Dong Cheng and Dong Yong exerted 200% of their strength and killed crazily.

For a time, Dong Zhuo's Xiliang soldiers were like rats crossing the street, and everyone wanted to beat them.

Some of them knelt on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, wailing and begging for mercy, but were still kicked and hacked to death by the angry soldiers and civilians. Others fled in all directions, but were inevitably surrounded and met their doomsday in despair.

Dong Zhuo looked at the big "Su" flag fluttering in the wind outside the city, and an unprecedented fear and despair surged in his heart.

He realized that his end might really be approaching.

"Brother, what should we do?"

Dong Min asked anxiously again, his voice full of helplessness:
"Why don't we move the emperor out and tell them to stop!"

Listening to Dong Min's words, Dong Zhuo glanced at Liu Xie, whose shoulders were trembling, and snorted coldly:
"Now that things have come to this, do you think they will let us go easily? Bringing up the emperor will only help them survive for a little longer."

As if to confirm Dong Zhuo's judgment, while they were discussing, the offensive of the anti-Dong coalition forces under the city wall became more and more fierce.

After learning the news that Su Yao had entered the city, everyone burst out with endless courage.

They knew that the great achievement of saving the king was just around the corner. This was an opportunity to change their destiny, and no one would miss this pie falling from the sky.

Not only Dong Cheng, Dong Yong, the Li brothers, Wu Fu and others fought to the death.

Many famous ministers and generals, including Wang Yun, Huang Wan, Huangfu Song, and Yang Biao, also brought their men to the city to assist in the siege of the city gates.

They saw Dong Zhuo holding the emperor hostage on the top of the city wall, and they shouted angrily:

"Dong Zhuo, you traitor, why don't you release His Majesty!"

"Dong thief, you have committed many evil deeds, today is the day you will die!"

"Shameless thief Dong, why don't you just surrender now!"

Victory is just around the corner and great achievement is within reach. Although the emperor's status will make them a little cautious, it is impossible for anyone to stop fighting and give up the victory just because Dong Zhuo is holding the emperor hostage.

In the eyes of everyone, Dong Zhuo was about to die today. As long as all of Dong Zhuo's soldiers were killed, could the thief Dong still hold on to the emperor forever?

Weren't those Ten Eunuchs eventually forced by them to commit suicide by jumping into the water?

This was Dong Zhuo's final fate.

"What should we do, brother? What should we do?"

Dong Min was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but Dong Zhuo became calmer at this moment.

He ignored his brother Dong Min's wailing and carried the emperor back to the main hall of Weiyang Palace. Before leaving, Dong Zhuo looked at the ministers and soldiers who had been submissive to him in the past and shouted coldly:
"You rats!"

"If you want Dong's head, come to the main hall immediately."

"Let's see if you guys have the ability to do this."

This was not Dong Zhuo's random threats.

When Dong Zhuo learned that he was doomed to fail, he was panicked for a while and didn't know what to do.

However, in the end, Dong Zhuo still relied on his own brain to consider several options.

It would be best if they could retreat to Meiwu, but if it was too late, Dong Zhuo would never sit idly by and wait for death.

He is the Demon King Dong Zhuo! A famous hero in the world.

A hero deserves a heroic ending. Never let those cowards get away with it.

And now that that bastard named Su has arrived, it is time to carry out his final plan.

A gleam of determination flashed in Dong Zhuo's eyes. He turned around abruptly and ordered his men to take action.

Not only did he set up a final line of defense in the Weiyang Palace, he also led a considerable number of soldiers who were absolutely loyal to him and retreated directly to the main hall of the palace to prepare for the final decisive battle.

As for all this, the people under the city were naturally confused and didn't understand what was going on, but this didn't stop them from continuing their fierce attack.

In the eyes of the righteous heroes in the city who were fighting against Dong Zhuo, the final obstacle was just the remnants of the Xiliang army who knew they were going to die but still fought like trapped beasts.

After learning that Su Yao had entered the city, almost all of the Xiliang warriors lost their fighting spirit.

Everyone knew that they were finished.

What kept them fighting desperately was not only their loyalty to Dong Zhuo, but more importantly the ruthlessness of the anti-Dong army.

As the saying goes, the time of reckoning has come!
What is happening now is a massacre of those who do not surrender.

All the remnants of the Xiliang Army who were still stubborn and continued to serve Dong Zhuo at this last moment, even if they laid down their weapons, would still be met with the ruthless butcher's knife.

After witnessing this scene, naturally no one would choose to surrender.

They either fought desperately or fled in all directions, hacking anyone they saw and burning anything they saw, hoping to take a few people with them before they died.

For a time, the city of Chang'an was flooded with blood and flames raged into the sky.

And such flames gradually spread to the palace at the end of the battle.

"what?!"

"Dong the thief set the fire?!"

"Put out the fire, put out the fire!"

Dong Cheng, Wang Yun and others had already rushed into the Weiyang Palace. Thanks to the heroic performance of the Huben Army, they successfully entered the palace gate and fought with the Xiliang soldiers who were resisting outside the front hall. Fires were seen spreading around the palace.

Dong Zhuo stood at the entrance of the main hall of the Weiyang Palace, looking at the raging fire all around him, then glanced at the panicked traitors and thieves, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You shameless traitors, do you think you can win by betraying me and joining forces with that Su guy?"

"You still want to use my head to gamble for wealth and fame - you are just dreaming!"

"Since I have no way to survive, all of you must be buried with me, everyone!!!"

The fire is burning fiercely.

In the main hall of the imperial palace, Liu Xie had a rag stuffed in his mouth, his hands behind his back, and he was sitting on the dragon throne, trembling.

Around the dragon throne, the treasures that Dong Zhuo had looted were piled up like mountains.

In the hall, Dong Min glanced at Dong Zhuo who was staring at the fire at the door, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing, and silently called on the soldiers around him to carry out Dong Zhuo's orders.

Soon, a ferocious fire dragon rose up in the palace. This palace, which once symbolized the glory and power of the Han Dynasty, was madly set on fire by Dong Zhuo and rushed towards destruction.

(End of this chapter)