First Emperor's Will: My Heir is the Daqin Empress

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Gunpowder and explosive arrows continued to bomb for nearly three days.

in this narrow valley.

The silence of the past is no more.

After three days of continuous bombardment.

Now, the ink statue in front of the city is no longer what it used to be.

The house collapsed.

Inside Jisi City, the built plank road and overpass were broken into pieces.

All Mo’s city defense facilities were reduced to ruins.

The continuous fire burned the entire ink statue city into ashes.

It was filled with the corpses of Mo disciples.

They died tragically on the ground, and they were all killed by gunpowder.

During the bombardment of the Ink Statue City by the Imperial Army.

The Mo disciples inside tried to organize their strength and resist.

However, it has not had time to emerge.

One after another, bursting arrows bombed over.

directly to their location.

Blast into rubble.

Even people and houses were bombed to ruins.

The weapons carried by the empire this time are too large in number.

No one would have thought of it.

The Gongshu people built Yunlai’s weapons and explosive arrows with destructive power.

It can be here.

Continuous, non-stop, bombing for three full days!

The ink guarded inside looks like a machine heir beast.

During the 10th battle with the overbearing organ of the Gongshu family.

Both die together.

The remains of a machine beast in one place.

The giant crossbow Mo built was also after firing several earth-shattering crossbow arrows.

Soon above the sky, the three-foot-winged bat gliding past.

The flaming oil drain bottle that was projected was burned to ashes and could no longer be used.

at this time.

Yinglan stepped forward on one knee.

stop.

Standing on a rock.

Three rough blue silk, constantly fluttering.

The cloak behind him vibrated in the hot wind blowing from the embers of the ink-like machine city.

In the beautiful eyes, the flying ruins and the sparks of fire are reflected.

Holding an eight-faced Han sword.

His face was grim.

Like a devil.

Looking ahead, the crumbling ink image of Jicheng City.

Inside, now, only one main structure remains, barely supporting the frame’s pillars.

There was a creaking sound, and the torsion shaft was constantly squeezed, and it was about to collapse.

“Come, get my bow.

Ying Lan said lightly.

“promise!”

Yanyun Cavalry nodded.

After half a minute.

He walked quickly and came to Yinglan.

From the accompanying team, I brought a large keel bow.

The keel overlord bow made of gold lacquer shines bright red gold.

The indigo-colored steel flying arrow was sent along with the Dragon Bone Prince.

Yinglan took the bow and arrow and held it in his hand.

Take a deep breath.

The momentum of the whole body began to condense.

Draw the bow like a full moon.

Star eyes locked forward.

Inside the sea of ​​fire, the crumbling ink image of Jicheng.

Peacock flower feather inlaid tail, resting on the bowstring.

immediately

.

Release your finger.

There was a voice of Yan Ming in the air.

Peacock flower feather arrows.

Burst and rhyme.

Above the arrow, it seems to be wrapped in a rapid airflow.

Like a dragon.

hum.

Dragging a tyrannical trail of air.

leaving a void.

In an instant, he arrived in front of the big column in Moxiang Jicheng.

pierced through the pillar.

What the heck-!

This arrow was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

After this pillar breaks.

The huge Mo Temple finally lost all its supporting power.

With a bang, it collapsed.

Boom! One by one!

Dust was scattered.

All Mexico City pool structures, now, are like dominoes.

One after another, collapsed, collapsed.

Endless gray fog and smoke sockets spread around.

Standing in the forest, this is a hundred-year-old ink statue city.

Now, it’s officially in ruins.

Soon, the walls inside, along with it, were burned to ashes by the fire.

“All soldiers, charge!

After the city of the ink image was broken.

The eight-sided Han sword in Ying Lan’s hand pointed forward.

said condensedly.

The battle skirt kept dancing in the scorching hot wind.

Immediately.

The Daqin soldiers in the back looked up.

From the rear position, the formation changes.

Shield Armor and Qin Ge, in view of the front.

Qin Ge trembled on the ground.

The earth trembled.

Angrily shouting slogans.

Like a high-flying war song.

“Ten thousand years of the Great Qin, ten thousand years of the Empire!

“Strangle all the remaining evil spirits!

“Blood Washed Ink Statue!”

Lantian sergeants, holding Tiger.

Facing Mo Yu Nie in front, he was not afraid of death and rushed to kill him.

The empire implements the military merit award system.

Every time you kill an enemy bandit, you can accumulate military merit in exchange for a title.

so.

Inside the ruins ahead, the remaining ink remains.

In their eyes, they are all walking military exploits one by one.

His eyes were hot, for fear that they would run away.

Like a locust, the city is covered with ink and surrounded by the past.

On both sides of the Daqin camp.

There is also the assistance of the overbearing organ beasts, who came out from the gaps and corners of the mountain walls.

Sliding the body.

Bend forward.

The previous few groundbreaking Saburos and organ snakes.

In the fight with the white tiger, the beast of the ink statue, they all perished together.

The remaining mech beasts now.

Just a few sporadic two or three.

Interspersed in the army charging team, Jilan screamed eagerly, thirsty and bloodthirsty.

Under the control of the disciples of the Gongshu family.

The speed continued to accelerate, and soon reached the most forward troops.

Inside, the Mo disciples who fled in terror, hunted and killed.

in the team.

Eighteen cavalry of Yanyun formed a formation again.

Every slash of the blade.

It will take the life of a Mo disciple.

And this time, in the ruins.

The embarrassed old man of the mechanism looked ahead. Now, the wreckage of the mechanism city that has been reduced to ashes and ruins.

A look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Ink Statue, the most proud existence, Ink Statue Machine City.

Now, in front of Da Qin’s army, it was bombed into ruins.

Looking at the corpses of disciples in black robes everywhere.

The organ old man felt his head humming and trembling a little.

Confused mind.

Now, an idea was surging in his heart.

Is this the power of the empire?

So terrifying, brutal, domineering.

Abruptly blasted a road with firepower, and bombarded it with explosive arrows for three days.

Completely crush and destroy the Moxiang Jicheng.

Listening to the front, the screams of killing and the horns of the Qin army were charging.

And, under the shadow of the fire, the armor of the Qin army, in the fire, reflected the fire.

In their charged eyes, cold and chilling, with the cruelty of the punisher.

There were also Mo disciples who kept running away for their lives.

Seeing the corpses fall one by one, they screamed in terror one after another.

Plop.

The organ old man fell to the ground.

Pale face.

Now, deeply understand.

The ink image, from now on, will no longer exist.

Perhaps, to anger the Empire.

Touch the scales of the empire.

It was the most wrong decision in Mo Xiang’s life!

But, it’s too late to regret it!

Win Lan now.

Looking at the charge of the Daqin soldiers.

In Moxiang Jicheng, they kept strangling Mo Yuni.

At the corner of Yinglan’s mouth, Lu Qin showed a cruel smile.

Ink statues, the most anti-bone sect in this empire.

In the dark, I don’t know how many times I have rebelled against the empire.

In the dark, I don’t know how many uprisings against the empire have been planned.

What’s more, it was once associated with Confucianism.

Collusion with the Huns and against the Da Qin.

Almost pushed Yuyang County, 200,000 people, into the abyss of doom.

Now.

In front of Da Qin’s iron cavalry, he finally surrendered and was crushed into ruins!

In the past, Daqin soldiers sacrificed in the battle of attack and defense in Yuyang.

Under Jiuyou, you can rest your eyes.

Yinglan’s eyes flashed, not only that, from now on, the empire will let the world know.

Whether it is the former Six Kingdoms.

Or the future masters Bai Liao, the remaining princes and nobles of the Six Kingdoms.

any existence, any force.

Those who dare to disobey the empire and conspire against the rules will be razed to the ground by the iron cavalry of the empire!

“Someone, bring the female commander of Mo over here.”

At this time, Ying Lan said lightly.

Let a guard bring the remnants of the captive ink statue, the beautiful and cold beauty, the Snow Maiden, from the tent,