There was already smoke and chaos below the city tower. Rebels in different clothes were burning, killing and looting all the way along the main gate, and the cries for help could not be heard.
Some of the palace maids and eunuchs took advantage of the chaos and fled with their belongings, some shouted for help to the guards in the palace, and many more died under the swords of the rebel soldiers without closing their eyes.
In the distance were the mansions of the princes and princes, which were already littered with corpses. The ragged common people followed the rebels and broke into the homes of these nobles who used to look dirty even if they looked at them. In the autumn wind, they stripped off the clothes of these nobles and picked up the belongings left by the rebels.
At this time, some people realized that these nobles who had stripped off their silk and satin were no different from ordinary people like them. They were also mortal, and they were all naked with one head and two arms.
"Your Majesty, have you seen it? The Jin Dynasty is over, hahahaha, and your country has perished."
Han Qi stood on the tower and looked at everything with greedy eyes, laughing maniacally.
Then, like a dead dog, he picked up the emperor who was already paralyzed by fear, dragged him to the city wall, pressed his head and made him look at the city. The emperor, who was already trembling with fear, became even more frightened.
"Han Qing, Han Qing, let me down, I... I beg you, please." The emperor struggled and said.
"Your Majesty is afraid. What are you afraid of? Now that the country has been destroyed, shouldn't your Majesty die for the country?"
Han Qi did not let go of the emperor, but pushed him out of the city wall and held him with one hand.
"Han Qing, Han Sikong, and Lord Han, I have always listened to you and have always trusted you. You can't kill the king, you can't."
The emperor was incoherent and tightly grasped one of Han Qi's hands in the air.
"Yes, listen to me, so if the Jin Dynasty dies, you should die too."
He raised the sword in his right hand and stabbed forward, then let go.
"Let's all run for our lives." After he was done, he ordered his men.
Watching them go away, Han Qi lit the fire oil next to him, and the raging fire spread immediately, and everything about him was buried with the palace in the fire.
Han Qi is alive again. Maybe this is a disaster for thousands of years. He will still be poor in his next life. What can he do? His legend continues.
Intention: Prince, general, Xiang Ning, do you have the guts?