The atmosphere in the palace dropped to freezing point. The moment Chen Ling's pot-bellied figure appeared at the door, expressions of disbelief froze on the faces of all the elders.
"Wei Biao? What are you doing here?" The emperor frowned, looked at Wei Biao standing at the door of the hall, and asked coldly.
"Your Majesty, don't you understand yet? I thought your Majesty was an understanding person." Chen Ling's small eyes swept over the elders with a smile, and finally stopped on the emperor's face.
How many years.
He has always been excluded from the center of power in the empire. No matter how many times he changes his position, the abdicated throne remains out of his reach. But now, the eyes of these powerful "important ministers" looking at him were filled with fear.
Looking directly into Wei Biao's eyes, the emperor whispered, "Take him down."
The commander of the legion, once loyal to the Empire, remained unmoved.
His reaction confirmed the emperor's suspicion that the Third Army Corps stationed in the imperial capital had rebelled. This brave and capable army was once the pride of the empire. However, the emperor never expected that the commander of the army who was personally appointed by him would be standing here at this moment.
The emperor's throat was a little dry, but he finally squeezed out three words.
"Why?"
"Invincible." Wei Biao's answer was also three words.
As a former Pan-Asian Cooperation soldier, his grasp of the battlefield is far better than anyone in the palace. When he saw the overwhelming rockets, he already understood that this war was an asymmetric war from the beginning.
The empire's only chance of winning is to launch a general attack on NAC's military outposts while NAC is pouring ammunition on the Gru tribe.
However, the flames of the uprising ruined the last vitality of the empire.
The slaves in Donggang Plantation revolted, and the two frontline regiments had to return to defense.
The Federation was waiting for the opportunity to move, and sent troops to the west of the Ganjiang River to contain the empire's first army...
The Empire had missed all time to attack the NAC outpost.
When the NAC's rocket launchers were replenished and the electromagnetic cannon's mass bombs were reloaded, facing the NAC's absolute superiority in firepower, the Third Army Corps stationed in the imperial capital was just waiting to die. As long as they wanted to, it would only take 1,000 incendiary bombs to destroy the entire imperial capital.
Wei Biao believed that they still had this ammunition.
"Is it because of this?" the emperor said with difficulty.
Wei Biao no longer looked into the emperor's eyes. Instead, he lowered his eyebrows.
"Your Majesty, please abdicate."
"What if I say no?" The emperor narrowed his eyes and gestured to the guard beside him.
"Sorry, I just want to lead my brothers to survive." Wei Biao raised his head and put his hands on his waist.
The emperor's pupils shrank sharply.
Behind Wei Biao. With murderous intent all over their bodies, soldiers with guns stepped into the palace...
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The gunfire lasted for about ten minutes, and blood soaked the carpet of the palace. The guards and soldiers engaged in a fierce exchange of fire, but the outcome was obvious. The difference in numbers could not simply be made up with marksmanship.
When the gunfire stopped. All the elders were killed by the soldiers of the Third Legion.
The emperor, who was sitting on the dragon throne, stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, unable to say a word.
Wei Biao and Chen Ling struggled with how to deal with the emperor.
Wei Biao wanted to save the emperor's life, but Chen Ling took out the pistol hidden in his pocket and personally shot the poor old man sitting on the throne.
Seeing that the emperor was dead, although he was dissatisfied with Chen Ling's approach, Wei Biao had no choice but to give up.
The Third Legion sealed off the palace, and the emperor's sudden death caused no ripples in the turbulent empire.
After blocking the news, Chen Ling immediately found Zhao Dongbao. Through him the surrender was conveyed to the NAC. An hour later, it was not until the NAC steel airship landed in the sky over the Imperial Capital that the people of the Imperial Capital realized...
Today, things have changed.
"Is this the imperial capital?"
Standing on the pod of the Order, Jiang Chen overlooked the stadium, which covers an area of more than ten square kilometers. The center of the stadium is covered with cement buildings and simple shacks, and paths that are neither wide nor narrow intersect among the buildings.
"Yes, this is the imperial capital." Standing next to Jiang Chen was Wang Zhaowu, looking at the palace above the stands with a hint of ridicule in his words.
The lifting platform pulled by the graphene cable falls.
Facing the fearful looks from around the square, Jiang Chen led a dozen soldiers in power armor. Stepping into the center of the Imperial Capital Square.
The Imperial Third Corps had all disarmed and surrendered to the NAC Expeditionary Force, which was the first to land.
The 11 survivor settlements in the empire are classified as NAC economic zones. It is managed by an elected government and supervised by NAC executive officers. And control the defense of the settlement.
When he saw Jiang Chen, Chen Ling's eyes lit up as he was waiting in the square, and he immediately greeted him with a complimenting smile.
"I, Chen Ling, have been waiting for you, Marshal, for a long time."
Jiang Chen looked at the last elder of the empire, and then turned his attention to the man standing behind him.
"I heard that you are a soldier of AC?"
"It's already history."
Jiang Chen noticed that when Wei Biao said this. The word "history" is used instead of "past".
Without saying anything more to him, Jiang Chen then turned his attention to Zhao Dongbao, who was holding out his chest, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good, your contribution is not small this time."
"The marshal cultivated him well." Zhao Dongbao said with a red face.
With such a high evaluation, the reward for promotion is definitely unattainable. While he was excited, Zhao Dongbao didn't forget to send a flattery.
"Okay, don't flatter me. If nothing happens, go to the boat first. Your reward will be with the soldiers of the expeditionary force."
"Thank you, Marshal!" Zhao Dongbao said happily.
Being left aside by Jiang Chen, Chen Ling couldn't help but feel anxious. When Zhao Dongbao found him, he patted his chest and promised: If you follow NAC's instructions, your glory and wealth will be indispensable when the empire's capital is conquered.
Now that the imperial capital has been included in NAC's territory, when it comes time for NAC to fulfill its promise, Chen Ling is a little unsure.
Just when he was hesitating whether to remind Jiang Chen not to forget him, Jiang Chen turned his eyes to him with a playful smile on his lips.
"It seems that you are the last patriarch of the empire."
"Marshal, you are joking." Chen Ling raised his waist and smiled awkwardly, "The empire is already lying at your feet, so there is no Senate."
Jiang Chen smiled at the elder's flattering attitude and said.
"Of course there is a Senate, but from now on, you will work for me."
"Reporting to the marshal... the other elders are dead." Chen Ling said cautiously.
"Dead?" Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment and turned his attention to Wei Biao.
"Died in stubborn resistance." Wei Biao replied simply. (.)