boyutpedia Chapter 1914: Scared and crying, begging for mercy
Chapter 1914: Scared and crying, begging for mercy
The team leader was surprised and happy, and his voice changed with excitement!
"Dugu Jia! Liu Xiang! Haha! God is truly merciful, allowing this tremendous achievement to fall into my hands!"
He held the two men's arms tightly, like an iron clamp, and no matter how they struggled, they could not break free.
"Let me go! You lowly soldier! Let me go!"
Her identity was revealed, and Dugu Jia completely tore off her disguise. She struggled and screamed like a mad woman, trying to intimidate the other party with her former majesty.
"I am the Empress Dowager of the Han Dynasty! If you dare to touch a hair on my head, I will kill all your clans!"
However, her threats seemed so pale and ridiculous at this moment.
The surrounding Chu soldiers heard the captain's shout and immediately surrounded him.
With swords and guns raised, they surrounded the two men in the center, looking at them with eyes full of curiosity, contempt, and the excitement of capturing prey.
Liu Xiang had completely collapsed. He sat on the ground, wailing and shouting incoherently, "Mother, save me" and "Don't kill me."
Dugu Jia looked at the cold faces and sharp weapons around him and knew that escape was hopeless.
The extreme fear and the great humiliation brought by failure instead aroused her last bit of hysterical madness.
She stopped struggling and suddenly raised her head, roaring sharply and full of resentment at the captain and all the surrounding Chu soldiers:
"Where's Chu Ning?! Let Chu Ning come to see me! I want to see him! He dares to treat me like this, he will die a miserable death! Let him come to see me!!!"
Her voice echoed in the city gate, filled with despair of being at the end of the road and a ridiculous persistence in trying to maintain a last bit of decency.
This is how she will face her greatest enemy in this life, the winner who has forced her into such a desperate situation.
The team was looking at the mad Dugu Jia, sneered, and ordered his men:
"Keep an eye on them! I'll report to His Majesty immediately! Hehe, these are two really big fish!"
Soon, the news of the capture of the Queen Mother and the Prince of Han at Ximenkou spread like wildfire to all the Chu troops who were clearing out the remaining enemies and taking over the city defense.
It also quickly reached the ears of Chu Ning, who was sitting at the east gate and preparing to move to the palace.
Dugu Jia and Liu Xiang, the mother and son who once stood at the pinnacle of power, are now like lambs to be slaughtered.
Under the cold and curious gaze of countless Chu soldiers, they met the end of their fate.
The dusk was as red as blood, staining the towering arrow tower at the west gate of Chang'an City.
Chu Ning rode his horse, surrounded by a group of black-armored guards. The iron hooves stepped on the bluestone slabs, making a dull and regular sound, which struck everyone's heartstrings in this world that was particularly solemn due to the war.
The city gate was wide open, and the rays of the setting sun slanted in, illuminating the two distinct groups of people in the gate with incredible clarity.
On one side were the elite soldiers of the Chu State, wearing distinctive armor and with their swords drawn.
On the other side was the ultimate target of this war that had lasted for several months, the last symbol of the Han Dynasty: Queen Mother Dugu Jia, and the young emperor Liu Xiang, who had just hastily succeeded to the throne in the chaos but had not even had time to warm up the throne.
The air was filled with smoke, blood, and an almost stagnant tension.
Chu Ning reined in his warhorse, his eyes like two cold lightning bolts instantly locking onto the mother and son huddled under the victor's blade.
He did not dismount immediately, but sat high on the horse's back, looking down from above, as if admiring a broken trophy that was about to be stored away.
He was dressed in black iron armor, with a hint of dark red on his shoulders, which was either from the enemy or himself.
The fatigue from days of fighting was not written on his face, but instead it was tempered with a rock-like coldness and indifference.
Liu Xiang, a young man in his twenties, was wearing the emperor's official uniform that was obviously ill-fitting and embroidered with patterns. His face was as pale as paper and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
The moment he met Chu Ning's cold gaze, he seemed to have lost all his strength. His knees softened and he fell heavily to his knees on the cold stone ground with a plop.
Tears suddenly flowed out, mixed with dust, and drew ugly grooves on his tender face.
"Chu...King of Chu...No, Your Majesty! Your Majesty, spare my life! Spare my life!"
His voice was shrill and distorted due to extreme fear, and he sounded like crying. He slammed his forehead against the ground, making a dull "dong dong" sound.
"I... No, I surrender! I am willing to offer the Imperial Seal, and only ask Your Majesty to show mercy and spare... spare my life! I am willing to do anything..."
The pleading sounded so harsh and humble as it echoed in the empty city gate.
Dugu Jia behind him was like a statue suddenly ignited by anger.
Her clothes were also disheveled, her hair was disheveled, and a few strands of gray hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.
But what burned in those eyes was not fear, but an almost insane resentment and a desperate, arrogant madness.
"Xiang'er! Get up!"
Her voice was hoarse, yet sharp and piercing, like nails scraping against iron.
"You are the Son of Heaven of the Han Dynasty! You are the descendant of the Liu royal family! The heroic spirits of Emperor Gao and the late Emperor flow through your body!"
"How could you...how could you kneel before this traitor, this traitor who murdered the king and usurped the throne?"
She suddenly turned towards Chu Ning, and the hatred that emanated from her deep eye sockets almost turned into tangible flames.
"Chu Ning! You are a thief who stole our country! You are a traitor and a traitor!"
Every word seemed to burst out from between his teeth, filled with bloody hatred, "You have evil ambitions, invading the territory of the Han Dynasty and slaughtering my people!"
"Even more despicable is that you actually dared... actually dared to kill the late emperor! This heinous crime is condemned by both humans and gods, and cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth!"
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, as if she wanted to pour out all the resentment and despair that had been pent up for too long.
She knew that her fate was sealed from the moment Chu Ning's army broke through the outer city.
The struggle between dynasties has always been a life-and-death struggle with no room for maneuver.
Especially for a queen mother of her status as the previous dynasty, the rulers of the new dynasty would never allow her to live and become a possible spiritual banner and source of unrest in the future.
Since there is no hope of survival, the only option is to seek death, a death that suits her status and pride.
"Liu Xiang! Look carefully! The man before you is not your Majesty. He is your father's murderer! He is the executioner whose hands are stained with your father's blood!"
Her voice became increasingly shrill, carrying with it the madness of a mother protecting her cub, mixed with deep sorrow and indignation for her son's failure to live up to his expectations.
"Even if the Han Dynasty is overthrown today, we must never lose our integrity!"
"You can die, you can die honorably for the country, but you must never beg for mercy and dishonor your ancestors!"
"Stand up! Straighten your spine!"
Under the gaze of his mother, which was a mixture of orders, reprimands and despair, Liu Xiang's crying gradually subsided.