Niaz panicked. When he heard the sound of the city breaking, he was at a loss for a moment.

"What to do, what to do," Niaz muttered to himself a few times, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran into the house.

"Reheman, you hide first. Unless your father calls you, you must not say anything. I will go to the palace to see your uncle." Niaz quickly hid Reheman in a pile of straw in the cellar.

"Dad, is there any danger?" Reheman's eyes were red. She knew that there was chaos outside and Niaz might not come if he went out.

"No, no, nothing will happen." Niaz kissed his daughter's forehead. He covered Reheman with straw, and then staggered towards the palace.

Passing through several alleys along the way, Niya soldiers were seen fighting with the enemy at several street entrances. For a while, corpses piled up in the narrow alleys, making it difficult to determine the winner.

Niaz quickly moved his slightly stout body, turned around a few safe alleys where there was no fighting, and then led to the palace in a zigzag manner.

At this moment, the political hall of the palace was crowded with dozens of ministers. Most of the ministers looked frightened, and some even collapsed on the ground, muttering to themselves as if they were possessed by demons, and some even started to cry. As for those who were stranded in the palace, Some generals had serious expressions and appeared to be in a hurry as they entered and left the palace to report matters. It seemed that this was an extremely critical moment.

"It seems that the Western Turks can't wait any longer. There are hundreds of thousands of Tuyuhun troops stationed outside and besieging them. There is an unobstructed view of the desert outside Niya City. It is easy for the enemy to chase us. Even if we break out, we will die faster. "A civil servant was holding a stone pillar and banging his forehead against the stone wall desperately, until his head was covered with blood. The voice he murmured to himself was neither loud nor quiet, just enough to be diffused in the decadent and pessimistic atmosphere of the palace. There is no doubt that these words Making everyone even more desperate.

"Except for surrender..." The civil servant holding the stone pillar stumbled out half of the words. He looked around. This sentence attracted the attention of many colleagues. The originally depressed expression cheered up, but then disappeared in a flash. .

"Surrender, you ministers who are just lying on their bodies, you are all greedy for life and afraid of death. Don't you have any dignity as a Niya people?" A military general took the lead at the gate of the city a while ago and led his subordinates to fight desperately with the enemy. Now, his abdomen He was stabbed and seriously injured and was carried by doctors to a temporary shelter in the main hall to recuperate. The middle-aged military general lying on the straw mat looked very scornful when he heard the timid whispers of the civil servants around him.

"What are you talking about? Aren't you afraid of death? Humph," the minister holding the stone pillar was used to being arrogant. Now when he saw a little captain talking about him in such a mocking tone, the minister immediately stood up and pointed his finger angrily. Pointing at the general.

"Bah, you coward. Serving the country will be an honor even if you die. Why should a man be afraid of death?" The general lay on the mat and spat contemptuously.

"What, okay, ask the ministers present, who wants to die and is almost beaten to the doorstep by the cruel enemies of Tuyuhun outside, and still has any damn patriotic sentiments in his mind? Do you think you are Allah? You Is it that noble? The Eighth Generation's cruelty has been backlogged for a long time. This minister only endured the hardships because of the kindness of the late emperor. He has served the Eighth Generation for more than ten years, but what kind of disaster has he brought to our country? Oh, damn Tuyuhun people,"

The minister seemed like a dog whose tail had been stepped on. He looked around angrily and shouted: "Colleagues, you come to judge."

"Bastard, Zha Hemu, you miss the great Emperor VII so much, so let me let you accompany him first," the general was furious. He endured the severe pain of his abdominal wound and jumped up to him. When it reached the civil servant, the two men began to struggle on the floor.

"Don't fight, don't fight," said the colleague who had not seen each other for many years, but now faced with the disaster, instead of uniting and uniting to overcome the adversity, the fight started internally. The ministers around the hall stepped forward to try to dissuade him.

"Die, drink," the general was tall and strong, which was not at the same level for this slim old man who was usually a well-off man.

"I'll strangle you, this rebellious minister, to death. I'll strangle, strangle," the general was so angry that he grabbed the old man's neck and strangled him desperately. No matter how his colleagues tried to persuade him, his face turned red when he saw the general throwing him to the ground and being strangled. , the civil servant with a painful expression had no chance to resist.

"Ailigu, you have the ability to strangle me to death, humph," the old man was not polite, and he was stubborn and freed up his hands to strangle the general. However, seeing that he was at a disadvantage in terms of strength, he simply hit the general's forehead with his forehead in desperation.

"Zha Hemu, previously encouraged the king to attack the capital of Tuyuhun... Ahem, you are the most active member. The civil servants in the rear encouraged the king to rob other countries' money and enjoy the gains, but let countless soldiers go to the front line. I have thrown my head and shed my blood, but now, a disaster is imminent, and I have blamed the king for my fault. I will be angry and strangle you to death." The general suppressed his blush, and his eyes were wide open. He wished he could strangle this hateful villain to death in one breath.

"General, Your Majesty has an order, show mercy." While the two courtiers were rolling the carpet, four soldiers hurriedly ran out from the next door palace to dissuade the general, carried him away on his shoulders, and sent him to a secluded wing to recuperate.

It turned out that the commotion in the Senate Hall had alerted the eighth generation in the palace next door, and he could clearly hear the content of the quarrel between the two ministers.

However, what stunned all the ministers was that the behavior of the two ministers at the critical moment did not make the always violent Majesty the Eighth Emperor angry. Instead, he sent his guards to break up the fight. In the past, Zha Hemu would have spoken so rudely and insulted the Eighth Majesty. It's going to be quartered by five horses.

Just as a funny farce of courtiers fighting ended, Niaz hurriedly passed by the Senate Hall. He took a cold look at the messy and chaotic scene in the hall and then entered the palace.

"You have seen the chaos in the main hall, Niaz, now the kingdom is on the verge of life and death." In view of the comparison with the visit the day before yesterday, the eighth generation's face looked even paler, and even his lips had no blood. He lay on the bed with a velvet quilt. Covering it tightly, only one head was exposed, and he closed his eyes and said slowly.

"Brother King, Niya has been destroyed. My brother will commit suicide without hesitation and die for his country," Niaz said solemnly.

"Yeah, it's a pity...my brother's wish couldn't be fulfilled," VIII murmured with a faint smile. His voice sounded so old and desolate, but Niaz didn't hear it clearly.

"Kill," the eldest prince Nelih roared angrily. He took the lead with a long sword and a small group of spear soldiers desperately blocking the enemy at the entrance to the main street.

Quickly raising his shield to block, Nilih used the shield to knock away an enemy on the left. He drew a sword with his right hand and stabbed it, tearing the enemy's chest. His twisted and furious face was splashed with a few scarlet drops. Blood spots.

There are a total of sixteen streets in the main city, and 50,000 Doniya soldiers in the city are assigned to each street. The street fighting is so intense that it is disgusting. There are broken arms and legs everywhere, and blood spatters on the street walls are shocking. The citizens of the city are shocked. Hiding in the house and shivering, the unlucky civilians were immediately massacred by the Tuyuhun enemies who broke in. They showed no mercy. The reason was that the massacre order issued by King Kerim of Tuyuhun clearly stated that they were tit for tat.

"Report, the East City Gate was lost, and all 3,000 people under Zuo Duwei's command were killed. Zuo Duwei single-handedly charged into the enemy's formation and died heroically. His body was pierced by enemy arrows. It was too tragic to watch,"

"Reported that the west city gate was lost. The right captain had no face to see His Majesty and committed suicide on the city wall. The general asked his own soldiers to bring him over. The remaining 300 soldiers under his command retreated to the palace to shrink the defense line."

"It is reported that both the north and south gates have been captured, with a total of more than 5,000 casualties. The captain and the captain of the middle army are busy organizing the rout of troops to form a formation and prepare to retreat to the alleys for defense."

The messengers hurriedly ran into the palace one after another, and the news reported loudly spread throughout the palace, each word beating the tense hearts of everyone, so fragile that they were about to collapse.

Half an hour later.

"Report, Your Majesty is in trouble. The two captains have organized more than 30,000 troops to deploy on the streets. Fifty-six lines of defense have been breached by the enemy for more than 40 times. Twelve streets are almost lost. The enemy's footsteps have only recently been reached. More than a hundred steps away from the palace steps, the eldest prince was seriously injured and retreated to the second line of command." The messenger stumbled and rolled all the way into the palace. The panicked messenger cried out and had already lost his previous calmness.

"Niaz, the time is almost up. Since the city is irreversible after it is destroyed, why not drink a glass of fine wine with your brother, and then both die for the country and meet our ancestors,"

Looking at his brother with tears in his eyes, Bashi raised his finger with difficulty to point to a jug of wine on the table beside the bed. There were two daggers placed next to the wine pot. It seemed that Bashi had already prepared them.

"Yes, Brother Wang," when Niaz heard the news that the enemy troops were getting closer and closer, his originally tense and anxious heart gradually became calm and peaceful, as if he was relieved.

"Let the ruins of the Niya capital be the tomb of the Niya royal family. It's time to end. Cheers."

Niaz suddenly felt his blood boiling. He was about to raise his head and drink the wine, but the Eighth Master slowly stopped him and said: "Niaz, my brother's arms are weak and weak. Please help me drink it."

"Yeah, okay," Niaz walked up to VIII in a daze, and he carefully brought the wine glass to the edge of VIII's lips.

"By the way, Niyaz, you said that the Niyaz people would be happy if they were handed over to you... Haha," tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and Eighth smiled and sipped the wine on his lips.

Niaz's pupils suddenly contracted extremely, and tears slowly flowed down his face.

"Clang," a sound.

"Brother, King..." whispered softly, Niaz threw himself on the edge of the bed, choked with sobs and couldn't speak. Before the death of the eighth generation, his face was calm and solidified, and a trace of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!