Chapter 706

After the Great King and Wan Niu announced that all of Eastern Xianbei would become his private pasture, the Baili clan's ancestors' mouths curled up high; upon seeing the Duoye battlefield, they were furious.

The Great King set his stratagem on the table, himself releasing a few Eastern Xianbei people, deliberately letting them go to report to the neighboring residents and Duoye, so that their armies would come to aid the fallen capital.

Perhaps because the Great King mentioned the grassland allied forces, the viewpoint of the Eleventh Hall instantly shifted to the Duoye battlefield.

The twelve emperors of the Baili clan personally witnessed in the Yellow Spring Realm the Xiongnu elite's ambush on the army where Ningde was; Ningde was captured. Afterwards, the two grand generals, seeking to rescue the emperor, could only launch a fierce assault on Duoye, and were slain by the Xiongnu and bald-haired Xianbei who had lain in ambush.

The corpse mountain and blood sea at Duoye looked extremely tragic.

Of the twelve emperors of the Great Jin, most had never set foot on the battlefield; the ground covered in Jin corpses silenced everyone, and even anger was a luxury at such a time.

Corpses covered the desolate land; looking closely, one could clearly see their armor, the vast majority being Jin soldiers.

Iron plates flipped, banners burned to ash, corpses piled up like mountains. Vultures discovered this paradise, a dark mass descending onto the battlefield; the Eleventh Hall could clearly hear the dull sound of vultures pecking.

"Great Jin—!" someone couldn't help but lament...

This time the Baili clan's realm truly is on the verge of collapse.

The youngest He Zong had reddened eye sockets; although a few emperors here also looked youthful, he indeed lived the shortest life. A strong father had kept the grasslands and the increasingly arrogant aristocracy in check for him; his brief life truly had no chance to face such a helpless scene.

That day's curtain allowed them to fully and thoroughly observe this brutal battle; it's not over yet, the grassland allied forces are still taking Ningde toward Chang'an.

Among them, Zhang Zong had only been here for over a decade; he knew too well how much the loss of the commanders and main forces at Jade Gate Pass and Northern Pass would strike the Great Jin; these days he's been completely dazed. Because he chose the wrong person, is the Great Jin going to destroy him in his hands?

Then the viewpoint shifted to Hanshou; the Marquis of Hanshou rebelled!

The Great King's Great Ancestor Anzong had already begun taking deep breaths; he knew this Marquis of Hanshou well—the first-generation King of Hanshou was his brother, stripped of his princely title for his misdeeds, and he had even instituted a system of successive demotions for that brother. During his time, that brother dared not rebel, nor did the following generations, but in Ningde's hands it could be considered finding an opportunity. Anzong also gave Zhang Zong a sideways glance; in short, thanks to you choosing this major internal threat, you've given them an opportunity.

Zhang Zong was completely dazed, didn't react to the sideways glance, his mind filled with the thought that he is the Great Jin's eternal sinner...

The Great King was still happily scraping land on the grasslands, the allied forces had quickly taken Wuwei and Beidi, smoothly advancing south straight for Chang'an, and the Grand Ancestor's silence was frightening.

"Ningde took over 200,000 elite troops from Chang'an, the grassland allied forces have 400,000, and attacking Chang'an is already a foregone conclusion."

Xuanzong sighed, "Maybe there will be peace talks..."

"Do you think Ningde's treasury can produce enough to send them away?"

The Eleventh Hall fell silent.

Everyone knew what the final move was.

Cede territory.

He Zong's heart pounded; please don't let our San San's fief be carved out! What will happen to San San?!

As it turned out, Ningde's Great Jin truly hadn't disappointed them; Ningde's confidant immediately summoned Prince Yu Baili Jin to the capital to oversee the situation, and at that time He Zong felt it was over.

When the Great King stretched his neck, hoping that Long Peace would summon the feudal lords' kings to the capital to jointly defend Long Peace, Baili Jin had already been retreating again and again in the negotiations.

The more the Zhou clan next door laughed, the more anxious and irritated the Baili family folks became.

Baili Jin's incompetent appearance is exactly the same as Ning De's!

Vermilion Hill rescued the Fifth Princess and, in passing, swept clean Ning De's private treasury, but the heavenly canopy viewpoint didn't follow him, so the Eleventh Hall didn't see the antecedents and only saw Baili Jin going mad; previously they only thought him incompetent, now they think him an incompetent madman.

An Zong watched and watched, then let out a cold snort; even Ning De's father Zhang Zong didn't feel pity for his illness that brings him near death and back to life, An Zong coldly snorted, and he just gritted his teeth there.

「He really dares to not resist at all and just give away the North, hah! He's just waiting! 」

The Eleventh Hall silently watched the back-and-forth tug-of-war between the court and the enemy forces; finally, under Baili Jin's leadership, they exchanged a huge sum of silver and the four northern commanderies for Ning De and the allied army's retreat. Those four commanderies, though called commanderies, were actually the four northern prefectures.

Ning De Emperor was exchanged back; at his deathbed, the Eleventh Hall felt no sorrow, only his father sharpening his knife with a fierce glare and the ancestors coldly watching……