Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

Outside the city gate, the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Zhou Zheng took the lead, full of fighting spirit. The countless soldiers following behind him also held their breath, with serious expressions.

It was noon at this time, and the sunlight was shining on every corner of the earth. It was so dazzling that people couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It was only ten miles away from the imperial court’s 300,000-strong army.

Even though the battle had not yet begun, the soldiers seemed to have already smelled a bloody smell in the air, a smell that was so distinct that it could not be eliminated at all.

Zhou Zheng, sitting on horseback, looked around at the tens of thousands of elite soldiers behind him, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be extremely quiet except for the sound of horse hooves and the breathing of the soldiers.

But the quieter it was, the more Zhou Zheng knew that the next war would surely engulf this world, and by then, there would be rivers of blood and mountains of corpses and seas of gore.

"Your Majesty, we are only five miles away from the imperial court's elite troops."

A quick and low voice of a soldier rang in Zhou Zheng's ears again.

The five-mile distance from his city wall to here was a great sense of oppression for everyone.

Five miles was a relatively safe distance. Arrows and ordinary muskets were useless at this distance. However, even at this distance, the fifty thousand soldiers felt an unprecedented panic.

Because the 300,000 troops on the opposite side seemed to be unaware, or they did not care, and let Zhou Zheng and other troops continue to advance.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Everyone was feeling a little anxious and uneasy, but Zhou Zheng remained silent. He did not order the army to stop, but continued to move forward with the reins in hand.

Zhou Zheng clenched his fists, and his armor looked quite dazzling under the sunlight, making the soldiers around him dare not look directly at him.

Zhou Ping and other generals also said nothing. They followed Zhou Zheng closely and continued to press towards where the 300,000 imperial troops were.

The atmosphere became increasingly solemn and depressing, even making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The two armies were only five miles apart, and some soldiers with good eyesight could even clearly see the changes in expression on the enemy's faces.

But both sides seemed to have made an agreement, and no one took action. It seemed as if they were all waiting for a perfect opportunity.

At the same time, gusts of strong wind began to rush across the flat ground. The whistling sound was like the gates of hell being opened, and it kept echoing in the ears of the soldiers with a terrifying feeling.

"Three miles!"

Finally, Zhou Zheng spoke.

His eyes paused slightly, and his hands subconsciously tightened around the long sword at his waist.

At this time, the 300,000-strong army was fully within the sight of all the generals and soldiers.

If 50,000 elite soldiers are majestic, then 300,000 troops are simply overwhelming. Just one glance can make people feel a huge sense of oppression.

Countless aristocratic families in the Great Zhou Dynasty had exhausted all their resources, even taking out their own savings, and gathered together their elite troops, who were now standing in front of them.

This army, which was said to be the strongest and invincible in the Great Zhou, finally stood in front of Zhou Zheng and others.

"A noble family, an army of 300,000...?"

Zhou Ping gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked fierce, emitting a biting coldness and murderous intent.

Throughout the dynasties, the rulers of the dynasties have tried to break away from the control of the aristocratic families. Unfortunately, no matter how talented and wise the emperor was, or how high-spirited the emperor was, they had never really wrestled with the aristocratic families.

And this time, Zhou Ping knew that this was the first time in the history of the Great Zhou, or even in this land, that a true emperor had fought a decisive battle with the aristocratic families!

No one knew the outcome of this battle would be like this, not even Zhou Ping himself.

However, there was no fear or dread in his eyes at this moment, but instead a hint of excitement.

Since ancient times, reforms have inevitably resulted in bloodshed and sacrifice.

From ancient times to the present, countless ancestors have wanted to break away from the aristocratic families, but in the end no one has reached this point today.

But this time, Zhou Ping knew that they had made history and created the greatest scene in the history of this land.

This scene is no longer about winning or losing.

Even if they lose, they have no regrets. Even if they lose, they are telling the world that the aristocratic families are not that scary, not invincible, and not helpless.

"Aristocratic families, hundreds of years of hard work."

"It is because of your existence that the people of the Great Zhou will never be able to rise again. It is because of your existence that the imperial power has fallen to the sidelines and countless powers have been centralized. It is because of your existence that this land has lost its vitality and vigor."

Zhou Zheng stood on his horse with his sword drawn. He looked at the 300,000 soldiers in front of him with a murderous look in his eyes, full of fighting spirit.

"I once said that I wanted to make this world different, and that I wanted the people of this world to truly stand up."

"And the first step is to completely eradicate the aristocratic families and uproot them!"

"Let this land truly belong to the people of Da Zhou!"

Zhou Zheng's voice was a little trembling and low, but the bloodiness in it reached its peak.

He had waited for this day for a long, long time!

From the moment he traveled through time, he knew that as long as he was alive, this battle was inevitable.

As long as he ascends to the throne, this war is inevitable.

However, this battle came faster than he had imagined.

But, so what?

Even if he was not prepared, even if he was obviously at a disadvantage, Zhou Zheng didn't care.

Because all he cares about is the final result.

That is, aristocratic families should not exist, and I must eradicate them!

"If we win today, the next ones will be the five great ancient families."

"Aristocratic families should not exist, and ancient aristocratic families should not exist even more."

Looking up at the rolling yellow sand three miles away and feeling the tremendous pressure from 300,000 elite soldiers, Zhou Zheng couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then slowly raised his right hand.

This action finally made the 50,000 soldiers behind him stop.

At this time, the distance between the two armies was only three miles!

This distance is already within the range where arrows can cause damage.

As the two armies confronted each other, the atmosphere reached an unprecedented level of oppression.

One could even faintly feel the neighing of enemy horses and the rapid breathing of soldiers on both sides.

"Soldiers, beat the drums!"

Amidst the angry shouts, the sound of drums began to beat behind Zhou Zheng.

There are 50,000 elite soldiers, all of them are warriors, but there are only a few who beat the drums.

The sporadic sound of drums startled the 300,000 imperial troops on the opposite side, but they soon burst into laughter.

The beating of drums was a way of cheering, but the hustle and bustle was nothing but a joke to them.

However, despite the court's ridicule, the sound of drums behind Zhou Zheng never stopped.

The drumbeat was not loud, but it was long, deep and muffled.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!”

But not long after the bustling sound of drums began, a loud and broad sound of drums suddenly came.

On the city wall several miles behind him, Xiao Mu had been waiting for a long time.

When he heard the reason why the front army was beating drums, he gave an order and asked all the soldiers on the city wall to start beating drums.

These are all old, weak, sick and disabled people who cannot really go to the battlefield, but they did not indulge themselves. Instead, they chose to fight with Zhou Zheng and others in their own way!

They used all their strength to beat the drums again and again.

For a moment, the sound of drums as powerful as a rainbow resounded from the city wall and rushed towards all directions of the void.

The sound of drums rolls and surges endlessly!

These drumbeats, which were accumulated by the old, weak and disabled soldiers with all their strength, boosted the morale of the troops!

Even the elite court officials who had been mocking them could not help but remain speechless.

Their pupils turned, and a hint of sharpness and panic gradually appeared on their faces.

Because, under the sound of the drums, they were feeling the overwhelming murderous intent of Zhou Zheng and others on the opposite side.

Is the decisive battle finally about to begin?!

The three-mile situation is resolved in just a moment!

There was not even a chance to escape.

At this moment, both Zhou Zheng’s 50,000-strong army and the imperial court’s 300,000 elite troops knew that this was a battle of life and death!

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