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The Yangtze River, this natural barrier stretching from north to south, has now completely lost its former tranquility amid the roar of steel and flames.

Under the command of Murong Yan who personally led the army and Lin Zhen who commanded the three armies, Daqian's war machine was like an awakened prehistoric beast, carrying the force of thunder and lightning, and rolling towards the heart of Nanchu - Jinling.

Under the city of Nanjing, the Yangtze River is mighty.

However, the vast river surface has long been shrouded in the shadow of death.

Dozens of the Daqian Jiangnan Navy's newly designed ironclad warships, like rolling steel fortresses, spewed billowing black smoke as they arrayed themselves in the middle of the river. Their massive turrets slowly rotated, their dark muzzles like giant eyes in the abyss pointed sinisterly at the walls of Jinling on the south bank.

"Fire," the admiral of the navy gave the order on the flagship "Zhenhai".

"Boom, boom, boom, boom,"

Deafening cannon fire ripped through the sky. Dozens of large-caliber naval guns roared simultaneously, and orange-red flames gushed out. Heavy shells cut through the cold air, and with a shrill scream, they smashed into the towering walls of Jinling City like meteorites.

"Boom——"

The earth shook, and the solid walls of Jinling City trembled violently in the terrifying explosion. The huge bricks were torn and shattered like tofu. Smoke and dust mixed with flames rose into the sky. The Nanchu defenders on the wall were like fallen leaves swept by the wind, screaming as they were blown away and torn to pieces. Debris fell like raindrops.

A round of volleys opened up several huge gaps in the western wall of Jinling City. The defenders' flesh and blood flew everywhere, and wailing filled the air.

"Fire," the commander of the artillery formation of the Daqian Army assembled on the Jingzhou and Xiangyang fronts on the shore waved his arm coldly.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom,"

Hundreds of new "Fen Tian Lei" field guns opened fire at the same time. The dense artillery shells were like a rain of death, crossing the Yangtze River and accurately covering the top of Jinling City and the fortifications inside the city. More violent explosions continued, flames shot into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the top of Jinling City instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. The defenders' will to resist shattered like thin ice in the face of this devastating artillery fire.

The artillery fire extended and covered the city.

"Land," Lin Zhen, wearing a black cloak and black armor, stood on the deck of the flagship. His eyes were as cold as iron, and his voice penetrated the roar of artillery fire.

"Woo--Woo--"

The shrill sound of the charge echoed across the riverbank,

Hundreds of landing craft that had already gathered on the river bank, like arrows shot from a bow, cut through the waves and rushed towards the gap in the city wall of Jinling that was torn open by artillery fire, amid the roar of steam engines.

"kill,"

The hatch of the landing craft opened, and the elite soldiers of Daqian Xuanjia poured out like a tide. They wore fine steel breastplates, steel helmets, and held new flintlock muskets. They moved swiftly and with strict discipline. As soon as they landed, they quickly formed a battle formation.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang,"

The dense and precise sound of musketry firing rang out, continuous like frying beans, and the lead bullets were like the scythe of the god of death, reaping the remaining, frightened Southern Chu defenders on the city wall.

The bows and spears in the hands of the Southern Chu soldiers seemed so pale and powerless in the face of the range and power of the muskets. They were often shot into sieves by the dense rain of bullets before they even got close.

"Fen Lei Wei, go ahead." Lin Zhen's voice sounded again.

An elite team wearing heavy armor and carrying special "grenade launchers" appeared at the gap in the city wall like ghosts.

They moved skillfully and quickly set up the grenade launcher.

"put."

"Bang, bang, bang,"

A dull firing sound rang out, and one after another, the dark "Burning Sky Thunder" small projectiles drew an arc and landed accurately on the Nan Chu defenders' assembly area behind the city wall, the arrow tower, and even the cavalry that was trying to counterattack.

"Boom, boom, boom,"

More violent explosions rang out in the city, flames shot up into the sky, shrapnel flew everywhere, the defenders of Nanchu fell down in large numbers, horses neighed in shock, blood and flesh were blurred, broken limbs and arms flew everywhere, the horrific killing power made all the surviving Nanchu soldiers tremble with fear and their fighting spirit completely collapsed.

"Run away,"

"Devils, they are devils,"

"I can't stop it, run!"

The Jinling defenders were completely routed, with cries, screams, and desperate roars mixed together. The soldiers threw away their armor and helmets and fled the city like headless flies. The elite Daqian Xuanjia soldiers were like a steel torrent, pouring into Jinling City along the gaps in the city wall. The sound of muskets firing, the cold light of bayonets, and the explosion of burning thunders became the final elegy of this thousand-year-old capital.

Jinling Imperial Palace, Purple Palace.

The once solemn and majestic hall is now in ruins.

The dragon throne fell, the curtains were torn, and precious porcelain and jade wares were smashed to the ground.

The palace maids and eunuchs screamed in terror and fled in all directions.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the city has been broken, the city has been broken," a blood-soaked commander of the Imperial Guards stumbled into the hall, his voice hoarse and desperate, "The Daqian army has entered the city, we can't stop them, leave quickly!"

On the throne, Chu Batian's face was ashen, his dragon robe was disheveled, and his eyes were filled with unbelievable horror and boundless fear.

He held a jewel-studded sword tightly in his hand, but the blade was shaking violently.

"Impossible, impossible," he muttered to himself, his voice trembling. "Jinling is so impenetrable, how could this happen? How could this happen!"

"Your Majesty, there is no time," Prime Minister Chen Yuan rushed over, tears streaming down his face. "As long as there is green, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. Hurry and leave through the secret passage."

"Leave?" A hint of madness flashed in Chu Batian's eyes. "I am the Emperor of Southern Chu. I will not leave. I will live and die with Jinling."

"Your Majesty, you are so confused," Chen Yuan cried. "The Daqian firearms are so fierce that they are beyond human control. If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

At this moment, there were more intense sounds of musketry shooting and explosions outside the hall. The shouts and cries of killing were getting closer and closer, and even the orderly footsteps of Daqian soldiers could be heard.

"Protect His Majesty," the commander of the imperial guards roared, and rushed towards the palace gate with the last few guards.

"Bang, bang, bang,"

The sound of muskets rang out, and the commander of the imperial guards and his personal guards instantly fell into a pool of blood. The palace door was violently knocked open, and several Daqian black-armored soldiers, holding muskets and covered in blood, rushed in, pointing the cold muzzles of their guns directly into the palace.

Chu Batian's pupils shrank suddenly, and the fear of death instantly swallowed up all his madness. He suddenly threw his sword to the ground and let out a terrified scream.

"Let's go, let's go quickly," Chen Yuan grabbed Chu Batian and dragged him to a hidden curtain at the back of the hall under the cover of several loyal eunuchs.

There, there is a secret passage leading out of the palace.

"Chase!" the Daqian soldiers shouted, raising their guns to shoot.

"boom,"

A "Sky-Burning Thunder" exploded at the entrance of the temple, filling the air with smoke and dust, temporarily blocking the pursuers.

Under the desperate protection of Chen Yuan and the eunuchs, Chu Batian escaped into the secret passage in a miserable state.

His gorgeous dragon robe was torn, his golden crown was askew, his face was covered in dust and blood, and there was only boundless fear and panic in his eyes.

He turned around for the last time to take a look at the palace filled with smoke and flames, let out a desperate and unwilling roar, and then disappeared into the depths of the dark secret passage.

Jinling City is broken!

The black coiled dragon flag of Daqian was hoisted on the top of the Jinling city wall, fluttering in the smoke and flames!

The remaining Nanchu defenders offered sporadic resistance, but were quickly wiped out by the Daqian soldiers, armed with muskets and working in perfect harmony. The streets were littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

On the once prosperous Qinhuai River, pleasure boats overturned, buildings collapsed, and firelight illuminated the broken walls, creating a desolate scene.

Murong Yan and Lin Zhen rode their horses side by side, and surrounded by their personal guards, they slowly stepped into this ancient capital.

Murong Yan was wearing golden phoenix armor, and her scarlet cloak fluttered in the wind. Her phoenix eyes swept across the devastated city, carrying the majesty of a victor and a hint of imperceptible compassion.

Lin Zhen wore a black cloak and dark armor, his expression as calm as water. His deep gaze swept across the ruins and corpses without any ripples.

"Send the order!" Murong Yan's voice was clear, piercing the post-battle din. "Eliminate the remaining enemies! Put out the fire! Treat the wounded! Comfort the people! Post notices to reassure the people!"

"Yes, sir!" The messenger rushed away.

"Where is Chu Batian?" Lin Zhen asked.

"Reporting to the Marshal!" A general rode up, "According to the prisoners' confession, Chu Batian and his Prime Minister Chen Yuan escaped through a secret passage in the imperial palace, and their direction is unknown!"

"Hmph, a stray dog." Lin Zhen's lips curled up in a cold arc. "Order all checkpoints to conduct a strict investigation! The Embroidered Uniform Guards will hunt him down with all their might! We must find him alive or dead!"

"Yes!"

Above the city of Jinling, smoke filled the air, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the smoke and dust, sprinkling on the broken walls and ruins, dyeing them a sad and bloody color.

This once prosperous capital of Southern Chu fell under the baptism of steel and fire.

The iron cavalry of Daqian, trampling on the ruins of Southern Chu, extended the empire's territory to the south of the Yangtze River.