Fan Rui knelt in front of the prince and cried: "Your Highness, the capital city is no longer planned, you can't hesitate anymore. I'll order the troops to withdraw to the north. Chize pursuers are coming, and then it will be completely finished!"

"No, I would rather die than be the wrecked dog who is anxious all day long, and I will be chased and fled for the rest of my life."

"Your Highness! No matter what, it is better than dying here! Only by saving your life can you do something big again. Retreat quickly. Once the pursuers arrive, we will not be able to escape."

As soon as Fan Rui finished speaking, he heard a commotion from the rear army. Then, three shrill screams sounded at the east, west and north sides at the same time. Three arrows exploded in the sky. With the sound of drumming, three armies suddenly emerged around them. Their flags were clearly distinguished. They were brightly dressed and brightly armoured, and the wind and thunder were rushing up like a tide. The rebel soldiers had not had time to escape. The three armies had already surrounded them firmly outside the northern wall of the capital, as strong as iron barrels.

The three armies took neat steps, with shields in front of them, spears behind them, and archers in the middle, like three thick iron walls, surrounding the prince's rebels in the middle, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller. The rebels retreated in fear until they shrank into a dense group. Their morale was depressed, and even the weapons in their hands were unsteadily held. The strong sense of fear, and the solemn aura emitted by the three armies made them weak, and even a large group of soldiers knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

From afar, Feng Qiudao shouted violently: "According to the sages, quelling rebellions and storming chaos, you can quickly put down your weapons. Those who dare to resist the heavenly soldiers will kill the nine clans!"

Fan Rui's face turned pale, his whole body felt as if he had been exhausted, and he collapsed on the ground in exhaustion, looking at the prince and murmured: "It's over, it's all over."

The prince looked desperate and miserable, and threw a resentful look at the city tower. It is hard to tell whether he hated Fang Zheng or Qin Chong, or he hated Shi Wu Yu, and hated God for not giving him this time.

Then the prince began to laugh wildly. He raised his head high and looked at the blue sky after the spring rain, laughing loudly and burst into tears.

"What kind of rebellion is to suppress the rebellion? I am the prince! It's all mine today! As soon as my father dies, I ascend the throne to the emperor and become the emperor. Everything I do is right because I am the emperor! You traitors, you dare to quell the rebellion. It's a huge joke!"
Chapter completed!