We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

"what--"

Witnessing such a bloody scene, the little emperor was terrified.

The already ugly little face was now twisted like a ghost, extremely pale.

He let out a discordant scream and instinctively tried to struggle backwards, away from the corpse that was still gushing blood.

However, the excruciating pain throughout his body made it impossible for him to move at all. He could only twist in vain on the quilt like a fish out of water.

next second.

A figure like a demon from hell appeared at the door.

Kaifu Sosada!

The armor on his body was already in tatters, stained with dark red blood and black ash.

His helmet was long gone, his graying hair was disheveled and caked with blood and dust, and his face was covered in dirt and dried blood.

Those sharp eyes were now bloodshot, like two bottomless dry wells, empty and crazy.

In his hand, he was holding a strong bow that was still trembling slightly, and there was still a hint of blood on the bowstring.

Kaibu Munemasa didn't even look at the eunuch's body on the ground. He just drew the sword from his waist and hacked the remaining eunuchs to death in a pool of blood.

When there was no one left standing in the bedroom except him, Kaifu Munemasa threw away the knife in his hand and turned to look at the terrified Emperor Ninna lying on the couch.

The little emperor was almost suffocated by the devil-like appearance and stammered:

"General..."

Kaifu Munemasa ignored the little emperor and walked to the table in the center of the bedroom with heavy steps like a walking corpse.

He casually threw the strong bow onto the table, making a dull clang sound.

Then he picked up a silver kettle on the table, unplugged it, and without caring what was inside, he tilted his head back and gulped down several big gulps.

The water flowed down his dirty neck, mixed with blood, and dripped onto the equally dirty armor.

After putting down the kettle, Kaibu Munemasa slowly turned around.

Those empty eyes finally focused on the little emperor's face.

There was a dead silence in the bedroom, with only the faint sounds of shouting and crying coming from afar, like the background music.

"Your Majesty..." Kaibu Munemasa's voice was hoarse and dry, like sandpaper rubbing against the ground. "I... was defeated. The Japanese army was defeated."

He paused, then said with difficulty:

"Japan...is going to be destroyed."

The little emperor looked at Kaibu Munezana's lifeless eyes, and the last bit of hope in his heart was completely shattered.

He showed a smile that was a hundred times uglier than crying, and pleaded weakly:

"No...it's okay, General, you...take me with you to fight our way out, and we'll start all over again. I'll make you the general of Japan...we..."

"That's too late!"

Kaifu Sosada interrupted him abruptly.

He pointed in the direction of the palace gate and said in a hoarse voice, "The Fengtian Army has blocked all roads out of the city. Their cavalry is outside the palace walls and is about to charge in! You, me, we can't escape even if we have wings!"

"What then? General...what should I do?!"

The little emperor completely collapsed, tears of fear mixed with snot and blood flowing freely on his face.

After all, he was just a child, a child who was forced onto the throne and ruthlessly pushed into hell.

The Japanese royal family brought him no dignity or status, only an ugly appearance and endless fear.

After all, he didn't care whether Japan was destroyed or not, he just wanted to survive.

Kaibu Munezana looked at the emperor lying on the couch like a broken doll, and a trace of extremely complicated emotions flashed across the depths of his empty eyes.

He sighed slowly, and the sigh was so heavy that it seemed to carry the weight of the entire Japanese nation.

Fighting for the country is a soldier's duty.

But the Japanese people for generations were not loyal to their country, but to the almighty emperor.

So many people died for the so-called imperial bloodline...is it really worth it?

Kaifu Munemasa had long realized that the so-called emperor was no different from ordinary Japanese, and was even uglier and inferior than ordinary Japanese.

Perhaps... the country I belong to is an inferior nation at its root.

He walked back to the table and picked up the strong bow.

Then, he turned around and walked step by step towards the dragon bed of Emperor Ninna.

"Your Majesty..." Kaibu Munezana's voice became unusually low, with a creepy tenderness.

He stopped in front of the couch and looked down at the terrified child: "You don't know yet?"

"Queen Dowager, your mother fell into the hands of the Fengtian Army... suffered humiliation... her life was worse than death."

The little emperor's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be strangled and no sound came out.

Seeing the little emperor acting like this, Kaifu Munemora stood up straight with his eyes completely cold.

He slowly pulled the strong bow in his hand, and the bowstring made a teeth-grinding sound of tension.

"I..." Haibu Munemasa's voice was calm and without a ripple, "I don't want Your Majesty to suffer the same fate..."

The bowstring was stretched to the full moon and gently hung around the little emperor's neck.

"I don't want to let the last bloodline of the Japanese royal family suffer eternal shame..."

The last trace of humanity in his eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only pure coldness and deathly silence.

"so......"

Kaibu Munezana's lips opened and closed, uttering the final words:

"—Please, Your Majesty...die!"

. . . . . .

bang-

When Ma Zhong and his men broke into the bedroom, they saw only Haibu Zongzhen sitting on the couch.

On the side, the little emperor sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and a peaceful expression.

Ma Zhong drew his sword and stepped forward, kicking Haibu Zongzhen to the ground.

The guards behind him rushed over, pinned him to the ground, and tied him up tightly with ropes.

Ma Zhong then came to the little emperor and reached out to check, but he was no longer breathing.

"You haven't seen many living people along the way, right?" Ma Zhong asked the personal guard beside him.

The guard nodded slightly. "We only saw eunuchs and palace maids, and anyone wearing royal attire, all killed by the Japanese soldiers."

Ma Zhong couldn't help but take a breath.

It seems that the Japanese royal family was probably exterminated.