Chapter 151 The King's Burning

When the city wall fell, countless Dangxiang soldiers were shouting loudly, rushing into the city gate, breaking through the fragile obstacles of the Uighurs, forming an unstoppable torrent, and running down the street.

Luo Dacheng and Zhao Hu were also running in this torrent, waving their battle swords, terrorizing the Uighurs in front of them, making them afraid to come forward to fight. However, the other Dangxiang soldiers rushed over, swung their steel knives and chopped off their heads, chopped off their heads and hung them on the horse's neck as their own military achievements, hoping to improve.

Running along the road, Luo Dacheng looked up at the Uighur city. All the buildings were in an exotic style, and they were indeed Uighur cities, and the architectural styles of each city that Luo Dacheng had seen before were very different.

Judging from so many buildings, the prosperity in the city is much stronger than Xingzhou. It is indeed a transit station for various goods and jade wares in the Western Regions from the Central Plains, an important city on the Silk Road, and a commercial center in the Western Regions.

But even such a prosperous commercial center and a solid city have been broken by the Dangxiang people and fell into the hands of Li Yuanhao. Li Yuanhao, who has received financial support from Ganzhou City, will inevitably have stronger power, and the pace of unifying the states in the Western Regions will also accelerate.

On both sides of the street, the city's households and doors were closed. I wonder if the people inside had escaped from the city long ago or were hiding at home to pray to the sky, hoping that the soldiers would not hurt them.

Occasionally, Uighurs appeared on the street and rushed towards them with swords and guns. Soon, Dangxiang soldiers rushed towards them like wolves and tigers, and they cut off their heads, cutting them off, easily disintegrating the remaining enemy's resistance.

The falling city has fallen into chaos. There are screams everywhere, fighting sounds, and fire has already risen in many places, as if the rioters are taking the opportunity to kill and set fire.

Luo Dacheng rode his horse on the street, looking at the ocean of blood and fire, silently speaking. Zhao Hu was closely by his side, and ran with him, crossing the road of Ganzhou City, and running straight towards the Uighurs' palace.

This road is not difficult to walk on. Just follow the straightest avenue in the city and you can run to the city center, where the Uighur Palace is located.

From afar, they saw the tall building in front of them. Even if they looked from such a distance, they could still feel the grand and exquisiteness of the building and the shocking feeling.

At the top of the building, on the roof of the highest level, an old man stood with his waist straight, looking majestic and sadly at the army of Dangxiang rushing into the city.

His appearance was very obvious. His eyes were sunken, his eyes were dark blue, his hair and beard were snow-white, his face was covered with big beards, hanging from his face to his chest, he was wearing extremely luxurious clothes, his head was wearing the Uighur crown, and his huge gems were shining under the sunlight.

His face was filled with sadness and contemplation, and he looked at the Dangxiang army rushing towards the palace, looking over their faces one by one. When he saw Luo Dacheng's face, he paused slightly and looked at him with a glancing look, as if he was surprised by his differences with others - in terms of appearance and temperament.

Luo Dacheng had already strangled the war horse and looked at him silently. Even when he met for the first time, he could still know that it was the king who had been in charge of the Western Regions for many years.

The huge palace was lit with raging fires everywhere. Many Uighur servants cried loudly, igniting fires everywhere, turning the entire palace into a sea of ​​fire.

At the foot of the Uighur King Yeluo, the fire had already ignited, rolling from all directions, rolling his gorgeous and solemn robe in the flames.

Standing in the fire, Ye Luobi looked at the Dangxiang army in front of the palace. The golden armored general standing in front, the proud man with fierce murderous intent, was naturally the leader of the Dangxiang people, Li Yuanhao, the prince of the Xiping King.

Who is the one who lives in the Dangxiang army and wants to cover up his sharp and sharp hero with the armor of the soldiers, who looks like a Han Chinese?

No matter who that person is, all this has nothing to do with Ye Luodi. When Ganzhou fell and the flames of the palace were ignited, Ye Luodi had already decided to die for the city of Ganzhou. His death would represent the passing of the golden age of the Uighurs. From then on, they would eventually fall under the rule of foreign races, regardless of whether the Han, Liao, or Dangxiang people who were in charge of this area were the Han, Liao, or Dangxiang people.

The fire engulfed his body, stood in the fire, and through the wild roll of flames, he looked at the heroes who were unlikely to be under the will of others and were destined to burst into fierce battles. Ye Luobi smiled with a little pleasure, but in his eyes, there was a hint of sadness.

This is the only meeting between the last generation of Uighurs, the last generation of kings, and the two emerging kings in the northwest of the Central Plains. They looked at each other silently until the body of Yelu was burned out by the fire.

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Standing on the high beacon tower and looking at the city of Ganzhou where the chaos was gradually calming down, Luo Dacheng was speechless.

He watched Ye Luobi be burned to death by fire, without any intention of coming forward to rescue. The defeated man would eventually end up like this, and the cruel world was such a law.

This beacon tower was the first to climb, and he never found anyone on it. Standing at such a high place, watching the once extremely prosperous Ganzhou City beneath his feet, the feeling of changing worlds filled his heart.

This area will continue to flourish. After experiencing the war, Li Yuanhao will definitely be committed to developing the business of Ganzhou and obtain a large amount of income from it to supply the treasury, allowing his war machines to operate continuously until he annexed the states of the Western Regions and compete with the Liao and Song dynasties.

From his sight, he saw from afar that a horse galloped out from the east gate of Ganzhou City. Among the large number of Dangxiang soldiers who kept entering and leaving Ganzhou City, it was not eye-catching. Only he could notice that the familiar figure, the young and tender boy, had grown very strong.

That was Zhao Hu. At his instruction, he left the Dangxiang Army and went to Xingzhou. He took his handwritten letter to find the wild man. He arranged for Zhao Hu to follow the salt trader to go to the grassland, enter the Hualie tribe, and become a member of the Hualie tribe.

There, he will meet his sister-in-law. The gentle and friendly girl will definitely be very happy and moved when she sees her uncle who once fought side by side with her?

With Luo Dacheng's absence, she is actually in charge of the Hualie tribe. Under her arrangement, Zhao Hu will gradually grow into the backbone of the Hualie tribe as Luo Dacheng wishes, allowing the Chinese people to take root in the grassland.

On the way to Xingzhou, no one would leave him difficult. As the commander of the Dangxiang Army, he had enough excuses and evidence to show that he had gone to Xingzhou to deliver letters under the orders of Prince Xiping. With Zhao Hu's ability, few people could threaten him in this territory actually controlled by the Dangxiang people.

His departure was the result of Luo Dacheng's arrangement. Because what Luo Dacheng had to do next was in danger, he could not leave his brother in danger and bear the fierce revenge that might come.

When night fell, the entire Ganzhou City gradually enveloped the darkness. Luo Dacheng finally raised the torch in his hand, walked down the steps, and walked towards Ganzhou City in the darkness.

There were not many Dangxiang soldiers guarding the palace that had been burned and robbed. But some people were unwilling to search and search in the ruins, hoping to find gold, silver jewelry or precious jade that had not been melted by the fire, so as to make a fortune.

Luo Dacheng was walking in the ruins of the palace. The nearby soldiers of Dangxiang saw his armor and thought that he was a fellow friend who came to find treasure like himself. He didn't care. He just tried hard and carefully to find something as soon as possible, hoping to find something valuable in front of others.

Luo Dacheng stepped over the broken wood wall that was charred on the ground, and looked at the palace in front of him, which was in the center of the palace, which had been burned and scattered into a pile. He nodded secretly and turned around and walked towards the distance.

According to the map he got from Xingzhou City and the above description, he could know that under the Uighur Palace in Ganzhou, there is an underground palace, which is the secret palace on which the Uighur royal family relies to escape from the enemy. And below it is the treasure of King Loulan.

It is surprising to place the treasure of King Loulan under the Uighur King's palace. The reason for this situation is that the builder of the Uighur Palace is a descendant of the general manager of King Loulan.

The Loulan survivor was crisscrossed in the Western Regions and was famous as an architect. A certain Uighur king from the previous generations planned to build a palace in Ganzhou, so he invited this architect to build a palace for him, and he was very confident that he would entrust him with full authority.

The architect saw this opportunity and first built a huge underground palace underground for his own use. Then he built a palace on it and the basement below the palace to dedicate it to the Uighur King as his residence.

Just in case, he left many tunnels on the side of the underground palace. After the Uighur King lived for many years, he brought the Loulan tribe and transported the Loulan King's treasures into the underground palace under the palace in batches and hid them.

Because he changed several batches of workers, and some of his capable assistants were mixed in between, he actually stole the day and changed the day. He hid this fact from the Uighur King and deceived the Uighur Kings of all generations to guard the treasures for him. It was a genius idea.
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