More people were just cannon fodder under the sharp blade of a long sword. This year, the Great Zhou Dynasty retreated step by step, and even the martial arts saints in Su Xianlou were covered with scars.

However, the Great Yan Dynasty became more and more powerful, as if there were endless soldiers and martial arts saints. Zhou Ciwen realized at this time that the Zhou Dynasty was in a desperate situation, and even if he recruited more people, it would be useless.

But if he surrenders at this time, Zhou Ciwen will inevitably become a joke for the ages.

What's more, the Great Zhou Dynasty suffered numerous casualties. As the emperor of the dynasty, he could not surrender or be defeated without fighting until his final battle.

Today, the Great Zhou Dynasty is full of corpses and blood. Even the farmland is filled with bright red blood. Countless corpses are floating in the river.

To this day, the war between the two countries has almost turned into a massacre of the Great Yan Dynasty. Under the leadership of dozens of martial arts saints, the Great Yan Dynasty captured cities and Zhou Ciwen and others were forced to withdraw back to the inner city.

This is also the last base of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Ciwen, leave. The Great Yan Dynasty is no longer able to resist. If you persist, the city will only be destroyed." Ye Baiyi looked at Zhou Ciwen with a tired expression and couldn't help but persuade him.

"Uncle Ye, the second generation of the Zhou Dynasty died. What kind of face do I have to retreat? You can leave, take Wenle and the others to the 100,000 mountains and the star field, and there may be a glimmer of life."

Zhou Ciwen had made up his mind, and Ye Baiyi knew that she could no longer persuade him, so she had to nod and agree.

When the enemy soldiers were at the city, Emperor Yan personally controlled his horse in front of the city wall and persuaded Zhou Ciwen to surrender.

As night fell into dusk, a little spark suddenly rushed out of the inner city, like bacteria, igniting the entire town.

"Flame, that's the flame. Zhou Ciwen, a madman, actually burned down the Zhou imperial city!" Emperor Da Yan scolded angrily. He had heard that the richest area in the world was Zhou imperial city. The rare treasures, gold and silver property in the world were all in the Zhou imperial city.

But now, Zhou Ciwen actually burned all this with a fire.

"Your Majesty, this fire will only be extinguished for about seven days and seven nights. I suggest that you withdraw as soon as possible. As today is the first decision, it is time for the emperor to consolidate his country." Military advisor Da Yan suddenly suggested.

"The military advisor is right. Now is the time to stabilize the world. This Zhou Imperial City is the richest place in the world. Zhou Taizu unified the country here. Today is burning and I will build another one in the future."

"At that time, this city was called Da Yan City!" After the Great Yan Dynasty conquered the world and expanded the inner city, the mundane world cultivated its nature and no longer had any wars.

But despite this, the total number of deaths caused by fierce fighting between the parties over the past few years has almost reached an astronomical number.

The Great Yan Dynasty wanted to restore the prosperity of the Zhou Dynasty that year, but it was afraid that it would be impossible to achieve within thirty or fifty years.

Emperor Da Yan obviously understood this problem, so he greatly reduced the taxes of the people and even proposed an order to increase the number of children and receive rewards from the court.

For a time, the whole world regarded good life as its wind.

Since the war between the two countries, Xiaoshan Town has almost become an empty town. The people who are still alive in the town are either women, children, or older generation residents.

Now the township chief’s burden has been lost for several years and finally falls on Yang Houshan.
Chapter completed!