(On the New Year’s Day, Prince Yong’s Palace and its subordinate Chang Shisi Privy Council wish all readers a happy New Year and all the best!)
The battle has lasted for half an hour since Lin Dagui led his men into the city.
It has to be said that the guards at the left and right prison gates and other guard troops, as well as the tens of thousands of young men recruited by the imperial court, caused trouble for the Yong army entering the city.
In time, they had strong fighting power, but there were too many streets and alleys in the city, and enemy troops were familiar with the terrain, which brought great trouble to Yong's army.
Of course, it just brings trouble.
In this half hour, Yong's army, which entered from the Zijin Gate, fought their way to the edge of the imperial city.
In other words, as long as they enter the palace, it means a change of dynasty.
However, taking down the palace does not mean controlling the city, nor does it mean restoring order.
In other words, Yong's army will have to work hard for a while before they can actually capture the capital.
In fact, Wang Cunzhang's instructions have already begun to take effect at this moment.
There were rumors in the city, and the people thought that Yong's army was going to massacre the city. Under the guidance of thoughtful people, they all wanted to escape from the city.
Therefore, when all the remaining city gates were opened, the people who heard the news began to flee.
At this moment, the main force of Yong's army was mostly gathered on the northwest side of the capital, making the defense on the east and south sides much weaker.
When a large number of people fled, the Yong army guarding outside the city was confused. They did not know what was going on, let alone understand Wang Cunzhang's intentions.
"People fled in large numbers?"
In the military tent, Zhao Weilong was surprised when he heard the report.
In the military tent, Wang Shiwei said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, this is abnormal. I'm afraid the thieves in the city have a conspiracy!"
Wang Zhaolin reacted quickly enough and said immediately: "The people fled in all directions, I am afraid that the traitors and traitors will be let go!"
In just one sentence, Wang Cunzhang's plan was revealed. Wang Zhaolin had some abilities.
Since being "taught face-to-face" by Zhao Yanxun, Wang Zhaolin has attached great importance to performance and hopes to be promoted to six levels in a row.
"Send an order to all the ministries to block the city gates and not let anyone out of the city!"
"Also, let the troops entering the city take control of the city as soon as possible and appease the people!"
After receiving the order, Hu Dabiao immediately sent someone to convey the order, and now he is just doing this job.
"You all go out, Lin Quan stays!"
After hearing this, everyone in the military tent left, except Lin Quan who stayed where he was.
"Lin Quan..."
"The slave is here!"
Looking at Lin Quan kneeling in front of him, Zhao Yanxun said in a serious tone: "Take my king's token and ask Hu Dabiao to send someone to escort you into the city. You will control Wang Cheng's troops and capture all the rebels and traitors!"
"Especially...don't let the leader of the thief go!"
The last sentence, Zhao Yanxun emphasized, actually means something.
Who was he referring to? Lin Quan knew in his heart that it was naturally the prince's eldest nephew.
To be honest, Zhao Yanxun gave Lin Quan a lot of power, but this time it made him feel particularly troublesome.
If this matter is not handled well, it will be a disaster for Lin Quan.
What's even more uncomfortable is that if Zhao Weilong is caught, how to deal with it will be troublesome.
The key is that being accused of killing the "Emperor" always makes Lin Quan feel trembling, even if it is Zhao Yanxun's order.
In this era, the emperor has sacred status. Even if he is designated as a false emperor by Zhao Yanxun, he is still an emperor!
"Slave, take your orders!"
Immediately afterwards, Lin Quan walked out of the military tent, still holding Zhao Yanxun's token in his hand.
Looking at Lin Quan's leaving figure, Zhao Yanxun sighed slightly, the game of Jingguo's disaster was almost over.
Time gradually passed and after Zhao Yanxun's order was conveyed in place, all Yong troops had a unified goal and began to focus on controlling the city.
The people who wanted to flee out of the city were driven back by Yong's army. This made the people panic even more, thinking that they were going to be driven back to be massacred.
So a riot broke out, and the people resisted with force, forcing Yong's army to suppress it, during which bloodshed naturally occurred.
However, the execution ability of Yong's army was amazing, and they quickly controlled the situation outside the city. While driving the people back into the city, they also sent people to catch the fish that escaped.
Soon, the gates of the capital were closed one after another, and Yong's army finally took over the city.
The next thing to do is to defeat the remaining officers and soldiers, and then appease the people and restore order.
These things do not conflict, they can be done together, and they can be done day and night.
When it was getting dark, there were no more than a hundred officers and soldiers, and there were not even medium-sized battles in the city.
The city entered a state of martial law, with troops patrolling the streets and alleys, and people conducting house-to-house searches and preaching Yong Jun's appeasement policy to reassure the people in the city.
Of course, during the search, many officials hiding in civilian houses were found.
This night is destined to be a busy night.
The army inside the city was busy, and the civil servants outside the city were also busy.
What are you busy with? Of course it’s the second day of busy work, when King Yong Zhao Yanxun enters the city.
Entering the city was a simple matter, but as the victor and the emperor who was about to rule the world, King Yong's entrance ceremony needed to be grand.
That's right, the key point lies in the word grand.
As the saying goes, there is something to be said in the leisure time. It cannot be magnificent without being majestic. Wang Shiwei and Wang Zhaolin understand this truth very well.
As the "second ministers", their reputations have been ruined. If they want to end well, they must perform well in front of Zhao Yanxun.
After formulating their plan, they had to coordinate with the generals who entered the city. After reaching an agreement, they still had to make arrangements. It can be said that the night passed very long.
When the sun rises, the capital ushered in a new day, but it also ushered in a new era.
On the main road leading to the imperial city, Yong Army soldiers were already on duty to separate the confidential civilians on both sides.
These common people were "invited" by the soldiers of the Yong Army to welcome Zhao Yanxun into the city.
There was a look of fear on the faces of the people, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
After Yong's army entered the city and imposed martial law, everything was cold and cold, which made the people feel insecure, but they could not change anything.
Outside the Zhengyang Gate, Zhao Yanxun was wearing armor, surrounded by a group of guards, and was slowly walking towards the city.
At this moment, his heart was extremely calm, and there was not much joy of victory in his mind, because everything was so logical.
Surrounding him were a group of civil servants who had surrendered, as well as Zhao Yanyuan and other royal family members, all with joy on their faces.
"My dear friends, three years ago, Gu left the capital through Zhengyangmen and went to Longyou to join the feudal clan!"
"To this day, I still remember that morning, the sun was particularly dazzling!"
If it were a group of military officials, they would either have a laugh at this moment or say some straightforward flattery.
But it was different when there were civil servants present. These people cited scriptures and praised Zhao Yanxun as a saint, so he could rule the world.
In a word, Zhao Yanxun is the most sage and benevolent person in the world.
Zhao Yanxun walked into Zhengyangmen amidst the sound of high-level flattery and saw a large crowd of people inside.
Seeing Zhao Yanxun appear, these people knelt down one after another, and then began to kowtow.
"Long live the prince..."
"Long live the prince..."
"Long live the prince..."
The endless crowd of people formed an overwhelming roar to welcome Zhao Yanxun's arrival.
Originally, according to Wang Shiwei's wish, he should directly shout "Long live the emperor", but in the end Zhao Yanxun rejected it.
Of course, neither the prince nor the emperor would shake Zhao Yanxun's status as the winner.
At this moment, he was wearing armor, with a sword on his waist, and a smile on his face.
Amidst shouts of long live, Zhao Yanxun pulled the reins and drove the horse through the long street.
At this moment, he clearly felt that the whole world was being stepped on.
