Chapter 145: The Fall of the Great Yuan Empire

Genghis Khan, this king who once galloped across the continent and shook the four directions with his might, felt at this very moment a sorrow he had never known before.

The iron hooves of the Great Qin Empire had arrived, and the dignity of the empire now hung by a thread.

Perhaps before long, the foundation of the Great Yuan Empire, built over tens of thousands of years, would turn to ash in his hands.

On the front lines of the battlefield, the armies of the Great Yuan Empire were simply no match for Great Qin.

Genghis Khan had no choice but to order the contraction of the battle lines, gathering the empire's elite forces within the Imperial Capital.

Five million troops, like a coiled giant dragon, prepared to engage in a heart-stirring, soul-shaking decisive battle with the Great Qin Empire.

This was a battle concerning the dignity of the empire, a battle that could not be lost, and one he could not afford to lose.

Genghis Khan stood upon the high city tower, gazing into the distance.

In his eyes, there was both determination and exhaustion.

Long-standing campaigns had left him physically and mentally drained, but he knew that at this moment, he could not show any retreat.

He was wrong; he had been careless; he had thought the Great Qin Empire was equally vulnerable, but reality had dealt him a heavy blow.

The wars he had won with ease for so long had made him unconsciously proud and complacent.

That was why he had assumed the Great Qin World was equally vulnerable.

Who could have imagined that the strength of the Great Qin Empire would exceed his imagination.

Now he was paying the price for his arrogance and conceit.

The biting cold wind blew across his cheeks, bringing a piercing pain.

This once-in-a-generation Heavenly Pride now felt somewhat like a hero at the end of his road.

He looked into the distance, his heart filled with endless worry and struggle.

He knew that if this battle were lost, the Great Yuan Empire would be destroyed, and his family and his people would all die.

He could not lose, and he dared not lose.

Once lost, it would mean the destruction of the nation and the ruin of his home.

He took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing the exhaustion and worry in his heart.

Genghis Khan turned around, facing the soldiers behind him, and said loudly: "Our empire, our homeland, is currently facing an unprecedented challenge. But I believe that as long as we are united as one and fight the enemy with courage, we can defeat any powerful foe!"

The soldiers listened to his words, and a firm light flickered in their eyes.

They knew that their king, their leader, was fighting side by side with them.

The cold wind continued to blow, but in Genghis Khan's heart, a raging battle intent had already been ignited.

Meanwhile, the Great Qin soldiers, under the leadership of Ying Zheng, had already surrounded the Imperial Capital of the Great Yuan Empire.

Beneath the firmament, a Black Dragon rode the clouds and mist, slowly descending above the Imperial Capital of the Great Yuan Empire.

Upon the Black Dragon, Ying Zheng, clad in a black dragon robe, stood proudly; his gaze was like cold stars, looking down upon this prosperous Imperial Capital, every glance seemingly carrying sharp sword Qi that pierced through the Darkness.

At the highest point of the Imperial Capital, a figure clad in yellow battle armor stood tall; it was none other than the renowned Genghis Khan.

In his eyes flickered an unyielding light; even when facing a powerful enemy, he had never shown the slightest retreat.

A Heavenly Pride of his generation, even when stepping onto the end of the road, still possessed his own pride.

"Genghis Khan, your empire is already like a candle in the wind; even now, are you still unwilling to recognize the situation?"

Ying Zheng's voice rolled in like thunder, shaking the entire Imperial Capital.

"I give you one chance: surrender."

Genghis Khan raised his head slightly, his gaze meeting Ying Zheng's in the air.

He smiled lightly, as if mocking Ying Zheng's arrogance.

He said: "The Emperor of the Great Qin Empire, Ying Zheng?"

Within the Dayuan world, the history before the Great Yuan Empire was also normal history.

Therefore, in history, there also existed the Qin Empire, and that First Emperor, Ying Zheng.

In the eyes of Genghis Khan, Ying Zheng was a legendary existence.

He unified the six states, founded the Great Qin Empire, and put the concept of Great Unification into practice.

Ying Zheng gave this ancient people a profound and firm belief—Great Unification.

Since then, across this vast and boundless territory, no matter how many storms and vicissitudes, how many wars, or how many separatist regimes were experienced, in the end, under the cleansing of time, it would all converge into an irreversible torrent, moving toward unification.

Even though the brilliance of Great Qin withered in the wind and rain, that former glory and honor seemed to have vanished with it.

Yet the concept of Great Unification given by Ying Zheng was like roots deeply planted in this land; through wind, frost, rain, and snow, it remained unyielding.

In the long passage of time, whether it was the Three Kingdoms period, the chaos of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, or the strife of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the Chinese nation was always searching for the path to unification.

The concept of Great Unification had already been deeply branded in the heart of every son and daughter of China, creating the brilliance of a prosperous age.

Such an Emperor was naturally worthy of his, Genghis Khan's, admiration.

However, Genghis Khan also knew that the Ying Zheng before him was not the Emperor of the Great Qin Empire he was familiar with.

This was the Emperor of the Immortal Qin Empire from another World, an existence possessing the power of an immortal.

Genghis Khan slowly walked out and stood upon the city wall.

His figure appeared exceptionally tall under the moonlight, like a towering mountain.

He looked toward Ying Zheng, a firm light flickering in his eyes.

"Ying Zheng, you are also a First Emperor of the Ages. Behind me stand my empire and my people."

Genghis Khan's words were filled with a sense of resolution as he continued, "Ying Zheng, I did indeed underestimate you, and I underestimated the Great Qin Empire, but wanting my Great Yuan to submit is absolutely impossible."

Behind Genghis Khan were countless soldiers loyal to him.

They gripped their weapons tightly, a firm light flickering in their eyes.

They knew that their Emperor had already made his decision, and they would follow him to fight for the life and death of the empire.

The Imperial Capital at this moment seemed to be shrouded in a murderous atmosphere.

Everyone knew that this battle would determine the Fate of the empire.

A cold smile hung on Ying Zheng's face; he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could perceive everything in the World.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and full of majesty: "Genghis Khan, you still carry that naivety; then, today, I shall personally shatter this naivety of yours."

He turned to the soldiers behind him, his gaze flashing with firmness and determination: "Soldiers, heed my command, attack the city!"

As Ying Zheng's words fell, in the sky, huge Kongtian Mujian descended like gods, appearing directly above the Imperial Capital of the Great Yuan Empire.

Above those Kongtian Mujian, the banners of the Great Qin legions snapped in the wind, as if proclaiming their invincibility and glory.

The once-daunting high walls of the Imperial Capital of the Great Yuan Empire appeared so fragile before the Great Qin legions at this moment.

Those city walls, before the massive energy released by the Kongtian Mujian, seemed like they were made of paper, possessing no power of resistance at all.

This was not just a crushing victory on the technological side, but also a contest on the fantasy side.

The power possessed by the Great Qin legions had long since surpassed the scope of what mortals could imagine.

From the Kongtian Mujian, they carried out a dimensional strike against the million-strong army of the Great Yuan Empire.

One could see a brilliant light bloom instantly from the Kongtian Mujian, followed by a massive energy fluctuation that swept toward the Imperial Capital of the Great Yuan Empire below like a tidal wave.

Within that light, the figures of countless soldiers vanished instantly, as if wiped out by an invisible force.

Inside the Imperial Capital of the Great Yuan Empire, there was chaos.

The exclamations and screams of the Great Yuan soldiers rose one after another; the entire Imperial Capital seemed to have fallen into a doomsday-like panic.

Yet amidst this chaos, Ying Zheng appeared exceptionally calm and composed.

He stood upon the Kongtian Mujian, overlooking the chaos below, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this war no longer held any suspense.

The power of the Great Qin legions was already enough to make the Great Yuan Empire collapse completely.

In fact, that was exactly the case.

Before the Great Qin legions had even stepped into the territory of the Great Yuan Empire, the roaring sound from the Kongtian Mujian alone shook the soldiers of the Great Yuan Empire like a thunderbolt.

The flames from the sky, like falling meteors, instantly claimed the lives of countless Great Yuan soldiers; the battlefield was a scene of scorched earth and wailing.

This was a completely crushing battle; the courage and hot blood of the Great Yuan soldiers appeared so pale and weak before absolute power.

They resisted with all their might, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; every charge was accompanied by countless falling.

Finally, when the Great Qin soldiers descended from the Kongtian Mujian like gods, this battle was basically nearing its end.

Their armor shone brightly in the sunlight, the weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, and every step they took made the ground tremble.

Before the Great Qin legions, the Great Yuan soldiers seemed to have been stripped of all courage, able only to watch helplessly as their comrades fell one by one.

Genghis Khan, this hero who had once galloped across the grasslands, felt an unprecedented despair at this moment.

He looked at the one-sided slaughter on the battlefield, his heart filled with sorrow.

He understood that even if the Great Yuan Empire had gathered five million troops, before the Great Qin legions, they were nothing more than ants that could be crushed at will.

He stood on high ground, his gaze deep and complex.

He saw his soldiers struggling desperately on the battlefield, yet unable to turn the tide.

He saw the strength and coldness of the Great Qin legions, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, mercilessly harvesting lives.

He sighed deeply, a thick sorrow appearing on his face.

"Ying Zheng, I have lost."

He smiled bleakly, his voice filled with helplessness and unwillingness, "I am willing to surrender, my Yuan Dynasty is willing to surrender. Let them stop; let this senseless slaughter end."

His voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying a trace of trembling and unwillingness.

Fate was such; the Great Yuan Empire had once conquered countless worlds and destroyed countless civilizations.

And now, facing a more powerful World and a more powerful empire, it was likewise being suppressed.

Genghis Khan felt only deep regret—regret that he had not figured out the strength of the Immortal Qin Empire before descending upon it and attempting to conquer it.

But who would have thought that he would encounter such a tough nut to crack today.

As Genghis Khan's words fell, the roaring on the battlefield gradually subsided.

The soldiers of the Great Yuan Empire chose to surrender; courage has no effect before absolute strength.

And following an order from Ying Zheng, the Great Qin soldiers also ceased their actions.

Ying Zheng's gaze was like a torch, staring at the Genghis Khan who had once galloped across the grasslands and shaken all directions.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and firm: "Genghis Khan, I ask you one last time: are you willing to become a general for my Great Qin Empire and plot for the world together?"

Genghis Khan was a Heavenly Pride of a generation, possessing outstanding military talent.

Ying Zheng knew well that if he could subdue this overlord of the grasslands, it would undoubtedly be a great asset to the Great Qin Empire.

Facing Ying Zheng's renewed inquiry, a bitter smile appeared on Genghis Khan's face.

He shook his head slowly, his voice carrying endless vicissitudes and helplessness: "Ying Zheng, although I, Genghis Khan, am already a sinner of the Great Yuan Empire. It is my sin that caused my empire to perish and my people to become a conquered nation; now, I have no face to live in this world."

He raised his head, his gaze revealing a sense of resolution: "Ying Zheng, I only ask one thing of you: treat the soldiers of my Great Yuan Empire kindly. The one who is guilty is I, Genghis Khan; it has nothing to do with them."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng also knew that it was impossible for Genghis Khan to surrender.

In fact, this did not exceed his expectations; how could such a proud person easily submit to others?

Ying Zheng nodded and said in a deep voice: "I promise you."

However, just as Ying Zheng's voice had not yet faded, Genghis Khan suddenly drew the saber at his waist.

His movements were swift and decisive, as if he had already made his final decision.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Genghis Khan's saber slashed across his neck, and blood sprayed out instantly.

He fell to the ground, yet a smile of relief remained on his face.

This Heavenly Pride of a generation, who had traversed the world, finally died by his own hand.

The remaining soldiers of the Great Yuan Empire witnessed this scene, their hearts filled with grief and despair.

They knelt on the ground one after another, wailing, "Respectfully send off the Great Khan!"

"Respectfully send off the Great Khan!"

The voices rose and fell, echoing over the vast Dadu.

Genghis Khan had indeed lost this battle, but it was he who had led their Mongol iron cavalry to the pinnacle of an empire.

Losing this battle against the Immortal Qin Empire was not a failure of strategy, nor was it the fault of the Great Khan; it was simply that the Immortal Qin was too powerful.

The soldiers of the Great Yuan Empire never blamed their Great Khan; they only hated themselves for their insufficient strength.

From a third-party perspective, one could not help but feel great admiration for both Genghis Khan and the soldiers of the Great Yuan Empire.

But unfortunately, they were enemies.

Ying Zheng coldly issued the order: "Great Qin soldiers are to take control of the Yuan Dynasty territories; if there is any resistance, kill without mercy. Incorporate the Yuan Dynasty army into the Great Qin legions; if any refuse to submit, likewise, kill without mercy."

His voice was like a cold blade, severing the hopes of the Great Yuan Empire's soldiers.

Under Ying Zheng's command, the soldiers of the Great Qin began to take control of the Yuan Dynasty's territories, incorporating those who had once served the Great Yuan Empire into their own legions.

Although these soldiers were filled with resentment and anger, under Ying Zheng's iron-fisted methods, they had no choice but to submit.

After destroying the Great Yuan Empire, Ying Zheng did not stop his advance.

He took a single step forward and entered another world—Daqing.

(End of this chapter)