After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

[The host can use Wei Wu soldiers to relieve the crisis in the capital. Do you wish to deploy Wei Wu soldiers?]

"Oh right, how could I forget Wu Qi? Let's deploy him."

[Deployment successful! Military genius Wu Qi has led 10,000 Wei elite soldiers to the capital.]

Outside the capital, ten thousand soldiers in black armor suddenly appeared, their soaring killing intent sweeping across the dark sky. With each step they took, it seemed to shake the heavens and earth.

The leading general, clad in black armor, possessed a majestic and imposing presence, with sharp, piercing eyes and an undeniable, ruthless, and arrogant aura.

Upon receiving the news, Liang Xuan'er hurriedly ran to the city wall. When she saw the black-armored army outside the city, exuding a murderous aura, she felt her hands and feet turn ice cold as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

She didn't know how to describe this army. She had the illusion that one of these black-armored soldiers could be worth a hundred of her soldiers.

The black-armored army followed Wu Qi to the city walls, and the deafening roar of their armor and the sound of their footsteps abruptly ceased.

The soldiers on the city wall were sweating profusely, and their calves were starting to cramp. How were they supposed to fight this?

The two sides are not even in the same league in terms of military skills!

Wu Qi looked up at Liang Xuan'er, whose face was pale, and said in a booming voice, "I am Wu Qi, and I have been ordered by the King to rush to the aid of the capital and open the city gates at once."

"Your Majesty? Which Your Majesty?" Liang Xuan'er was a little confused.

Wu Qi clasped his hands in a fist salute facing north, saying, "Naturally, I am the King of the Northern Frontier."

"The King of the Northern Frontier? This is the King of the Northern Frontier's army!"

"It is said that the Northern Frontier King's troops are all peerless warriors, and seeing this today, it is indeed true!"

"So we're saved!"

"The King of the Northern Frontier also wants to set his sights on the capital; how can we let him in?"

The soldiers were talking amongst themselves.

Liang Xuan'er was caught in a dilemma. She still wanted to establish herself as a queen and emperor. Although her 50,000 troops were weak, she still had the people. The people could defend the city, so it wasn't that she couldn't fight.

Wu Qi frowned and said, "Why haven't you opened the city gates yet? When are you going to do it?"

"General, I'm sorry, I can't let you in."

"Have you thought this through? This battle is one you cannot stop."

"The fate of the capital rests with me and with all my fellow citizens. How can I back down before the battle even begins?"

Liang Xuan'er gritted her teeth and made a decision.

She was determined to fight for power; she wanted to become empress and never again be trampled underfoot by men. This applied to the emperor and to the King of the Northern Frontier!

Meanwhile, Chen Futu was still on his way on horseback.

Ding!

[Detection indicates that Liang Xuan'er refuses to open the city gates to welcome Wei Wu's soldiers into the pass. Please issue an order to Wu Qi.]

"Did that woman get her brain caught in a door?"

Chen Futu was so angry he almost laughed. He knew she wanted to take the opportunity to rise to power, but she didn't even consider what time it was. Which of the three major forces could she possibly stop?

After a moment's thought, Chen Futu issued an order through the system: "Order Wu Qi to find a place to set up camp, vacate the battlefield, and let Liang Xuan'er fight first. If she can't win, then intervene. In short, we must protect the capital and wait for the main army to arrive!"

Upon receiving the order, Wu Qi, who was outside the capital, did not waste any words with Liang Xuan'er and directly led 10,000 Wei soldiers to retreat.

Watching the army leave, Liang Xuan'er's heart, which had been pounding in her throat, finally settled back into her stomach.

She knew that Chen Futu was giving her a chance to prove herself, and if she couldn't withstand it, Wu Qi would send troops.

"Chen Futu, I can definitely stop him, I definitely can! I want to be an empress, I don't want to be subservient to men anymore!"

Within Yangcheng, the Northern Wu Army did not send out any troops. Liu Longyue listened to her subordinates' report and couldn't help but sneer, "Liang Xuan'er does know how to seize opportunities, but unfortunately she doesn't have time to plan ahead and can only risk her life."

"Your Majesty, should we send troops? With our military strength, we may be able to take control of the capital."

The generals of Beiwu were eager to make their move. This was a good opportunity; if they could capture the capital, Beiwu would surely become famous.

"No!"

Liu Longyue refused without even thinking.

She wasn't stupid. The capital would only belong to that man. If she dared to lay a finger on it, the Northern Frontier would definitely not let her off the hook. She might as well watch the show first, maybe she could do Chen Futu a favor, and incidentally snatch some grain from the Tartars and rebel kings.

Of course, one must wait for the right opportunity to make a move.

Two days later, the army besieged the city.

The Western Regions allied forces marched to the capital first, while the rebel allied forces were stationed three miles away and did not advance.

According to the agreement of the White Deer Alliance, the Western Regions Allied Forces would attack first, and if they failed, the rebel army would take over, and so on, with whoever captured it first winning.

"All troops, prepare."

Liang Xuan'er stood on the city wall, holding a long sword and with a Desert Eagle hanging at her waist.

The generals of the Western Regions coalition looked at each other and burst into laughter, then sent men to persuade them to surrender.

"Your Majesty, if you surrender, our army guarantees that we will not harm the people in the slightest, and we can also ensure your lifelong wealth and honor. Why go to such lengths?"

"Shut up! You bunch of barbarians from the grasslands, you killed my people, I will never let you get away with this!"

"If you don't surrender now, when the city falls, we'll hand you over to the soldiers to play with. You'll suffer the consequences."

"Die!"

Liang Xuan'er drew her Desert Eagle and fired a burst of bullets, blowing the head off a grassland general who was trying to persuade him to surrender. The general fell off his horse.

This scene greatly boosted the morale of the defenders on the city wall, while the warriors on the grasslands were enraged. "What a fine imperial concubine! Since she refuses to surrender, then we will break through the city gates and leave no one alive!"

"kill!"

The Western Regions allied forces launched a siege.

This battle was extremely fierce, with smoke billowing everywhere and corpses scattered all around the city.

The city walls were fortified with molten gold and boiling oil, along with rolling logs and thunderstones. The first wave of attacks by the steppe people failed to gain any advantage and instead resulted in the loss of thousands of lives.

In the second wave of attack, the steppe people first used crossbows to suppress the city walls before the main force advanced, and this wave of defenders suffered heavy losses.

Driven by ambition, Liang Xuan'er fought to the death, personally wielding her sword and engaging in battle, her face and head covered in blood.

The battle continued until dusk before the Tartars withdrew their troops.

They weren't in a hurry even though they hadn't taken the city. Liang Xuan'er was a tough nut to crack; she wouldn't give up until the last soldier was dead.

Therefore, the rebel king certainly wouldn't be able to take it down.

Liang Xuan'er arranged for rotations immediately after the battle ended.

She knew some military strategy, using superior horses against superior horses, and inferior horses against inferior horses. The rebel king's soldiers were from humble backgrounds and had not received formal training, so she arranged for warriors recruited from the common people to defend against the rebel king's offensive the next day. In short, it was absolutely impossible for her to open the city gates and surrender.

The battle broke out again the next day. The rebel king's attack was not as fierce as that of the grassland people. Liang Xuan'er's plan worked and the militia blocked the attack. Although the casualties were heavy, there were many people in the city, so they were able to hold out for the time being.

The people knew in their hearts that if they couldn't stop it, they would only face death, so everyone risked their lives.

The defense of Beijing lasted for several days, and countless corpses piled up outside the city walls. The historic city was stained red with blood, a shocking sight.

The soldiers on the city wall huddled motionless, clutching their weapons. They stared at their wounds, seemingly lost in thought, their expressions numb.

Liang Xuan'er led her shadow guards to inspect the city walls. The devastation she saw brought her to the brink of collapse, and her eyes turned red.

She was born into a life of luxury, but she has no one to blame but herself for ending up like this.