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These Yong Army soldiers were all the elite of Hu Dabiao's men, and their best thing in life was to kill people.
Under their butcher's knives, these officials who were fighting with Zhao Yanxun fell to the ground one after another.
The screams and curses at the scene continued endlessly, and the entire square in front of Huangji Gate was like a purgatory on earth.
Hearing the screams in their ears, the officials present shivered and lowered their heads one by one, not daring to look directly at the scene in front of them.
This is the change of dynasty, and this is the bloodiest scene they have come into contact with as officials.
But in fact, compared to the deaths caused by fighting in war, this situation is nothing.
"The first assistant, Mr. Wang Ge, and the second assistant, Mr. Xie Ge, you have been greatly favored by the country. At this time of national crisis, why don't you come out..."
Before the man who yelled could finish speaking, he was stabbed in the neck with a knife.
But his words made Wang Xie complain endlessly.
They are really scared. Right now they just want to save their family, so they want to keep a low profile and minimize their presence as much as possible.
But what this person said just now clearly destroyed their ideas.
Right now, the two of them just want to be ostriches.
People like Wang Xie are smart people, but in fact it is difficult to say that people like Huang Zhicheng and Wang Cunzhang are not smart.
The difference between the two situations is simply due to different choices.
Looking at the steel knife pierced through their chests, Huang Zhicheng and Wang Cunzhang tightened each other's hands.
"You and I can continue to follow the emperor in Jiuquan!"
Hearing Wang Cunzhang's words, Huang Zhicheng shook his head and said: "No... we will continue to follow the emperor!"
The so-called "we" naturally refers to all the people who were killed at the scene. They were all loyal ministers of Zhao Weilong.
"That's right...it's us!"
As the two leaders fell, more than fifty people were killed in less than half a minute.
On the imperial steps, Zhao Yanxun watched all this with cold eyes.
He gave these people a chance, but if they rejected his kindness, they would have to die.
He is tolerant, but if he is too tolerant, it will not only be useless for him to control the court, but it will also make his subordinates unhappy.
There were piles of corpses at the scene, and it became extremely quiet at this moment.
Under Hu Dabiao's instructions, the soldiers began to drag the bodies.
"There's still one alive!"
There is indeed one person alive. This person is lying among several corpses, and his body is shaking violently at this moment.
Among the officials at the rear, Lin Guanhai said extremely excitedly: "Zhenzhang...it's Zhenzhang!"
During the massacre just now, if Huang Wanan hadn't united with several surrounding officials to hold him to death, he would have stood up and scolded King Yong.
But when the massacre happened in front of his eyes, when dozens of fresh lives were lost, Lin Guanhai, who was powerless to change the current situation, his mood quietly changed at this moment.
Now, he just hopes that Wei Zhenzhang can live and not make unnecessary sacrifices. Enough people have already died.
Seeing Wei Zhenzhang alive, two soldiers approaching pointed their knives at him.
Wei Zhenzhang, who held on to his body and was extremely frightened, climbed up shakily.
His clothes and face were now stained with a lot of blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Looking back, looking at the officials kneeling on the ground, Wei Zhenzhang's fear gradually dissipated under his pressure, and his eyes also exuded ridicule.
It wasn't until he met Lin Guanhai's eyes and saw the prayer in the teacher's eyes that a smile appeared on his face.
He understood what the teacher meant. Although he had always respected his teacher, today he would definitely disobey him.
Seeing Wei Zhenzhang rising from a pool of blood and Zhao Yanxun sitting on the dragon chair, he sighed helplessly in his heart. He had already guessed what the other party was going to do.
The next moment, Wei Zhenzhang suddenly turned around, pointed his hand at Zhao Yanxun, and cursed angrily: "The unfilial son Zhao Yanxun, regicide and usurped the throne..."
Hearing Wei Zhenzhang's sonorous and powerful words, many officials at the scene were ashamed, feeling ashamed of their own miserable existence.
Lin Guanhai, who was at the back, changed his expression when he heard these words, and quickly shouted: "Zhenzhang, shut up..."
Lin Guanhai asked people to shut up, but instead asked several people around him to hold him down and seal his mouth tightly.
The officials at the scene just wanted to avoid trouble. No matter what Lin Guanhai said at the moment, it might cause trouble for the officials, so they made a concerted effort to shut up Lin Guanhai.
At this moment, after Wei Zhenzhang had just finished speaking to him, his head was beheaded by the soldiers beside him, and blood suddenly rose into the sky.
As Wei Zhenzhang's head fell to the ground, the scene finally became quiet, with only the soldiers carrying the body making some noise.
As the body was dragged away, a large pool of blood appeared on the scene, telling the story of what had just happened.
"I have given them a chance, but they failed to live up to my good intentions!" Zhao Yanxun sighed.
As he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from behind.
"Your Highness, these people have been obsessed by the false emperor Zhao Weilong and have turned into stubborn people!"
"They are all wolf-hearted and cannot understand His Highness's kindness. They are doing their own evil and will not survive. Your Highness does not need to feel sorry for this!"
Hearing this flattery, hundreds of officials and dignitaries present were stunned.
Everyone is afraid of King Yong's power, so it's okay to kneel down and worship against your will at this moment. There are actually people trying to flatter you at this time.
Even Wang Shiwei and others admired this man's courage at this moment.
Yes, in the eyes of Wang Shiwei and other demoted officials, it takes courage to speak at this moment, and even they don't have the courage.
"Who is speaking?" Zhao Yanxun asked.
If someone flatters him at this time, he will naturally reciprocate the favor and establish him as a typical person who surrenders.
To be honest, only people with low bottom line would say these words at this time.
Although he will be despised by many people, as long as he gets more things, Chen Jian will know what to choose.
I saw someone in the crowd replying: "Your Highness, Chen Ji'an, I have this note!"
Zhao Yanxun smiled and asked, "What are you playing?"
"His Royal Highness has inherited the destiny of heaven and is the successor of the former emperor, so he is appointed as the prince..."
Zhao Yanxun was posthumously crowned prince. Everyone knew about this, but it was completely different from what Chen Anji said.
Just when everyone was disapproving, they heard Chen Anji continue to say: "Now that the false emperor has been executed, I ask Your Highness to follow God's will and people's will and succeed to the throne!"
As Chen Anji finished these words, he approached a dozen officials around him, and then shouted: "Please accept the will of God and accept the throne of the emperor!"
Not that no one at the scene thought of the success of persuading people to join, but Chen Anji and others still took the lead.
The people who are most annoyed at the moment are naturally Wang Shiwei, Wang Zhaolin and others. They should have said these words first.
Now being overtaken by Chen Anji, these demoted officials were angry and expressed their attitude immediately, shouting: "Please accept the will of God and accept the throne of the emperor!"
Two groups of people shouted this in succession, creating a demonstration effect for the remaining hundreds of people.
So much so that at this moment, he not only thought that if he didn't follow the shouting, he would also suffer the massacre just now.
If you go against King Yong, you will definitely die!
As a result, more and more people started shouting, begging Zhao Yanxun to inherit the throne.
Zhao Yanxun didn't need any instructions at all to persuade him to join. The people below him took care of it for him, which made him very happy.
Of course, he would not act too impatient. After all, the throne was already in his hands and it was impossible for him to fly away on his own.
Now that the overall situation has just been decided, all aspects of the matter have not been sorted out, and the counties in the south and southwest have not yet surrendered, so it is indeed too early to proclaim the emperor.
Besides, Zhao Yanxun always felt something was wrong if he didn't do the drama of three words of advice and three words.
In the past, he thought it was the emperors who were being pretentious, but now he thought about whether he should be pretentious or not.
"Quiet, quiet!"
Under Hu Dabiao's scolding, everyone at the scene gradually became quiet.
Then, Zhao Yanxun said: "I am very frightened by the invitation of all your ministers!"
"The king raised his army just to kill the rebels and bring peace to the country..."
"Now that things are done, I should retreat bravely, so that you can invite a wise man to be your king!"
Good guy, you fought from Longyou to the capital, kicked your nephew off the throne, but said you didn't want to be the emperor...
Who the hell believes this? All the officials present thought so.
