The elite soldiers of Dashun attacked the city of Kyoto in Qianzhou. They did not choose to attack the city gate. Instead, they listened to Feng Yuheng's words and started to cook porridge in the wind. Not only did they cook porridge, but they also made soup. The soup was the authentic Xianyalou old soup taken out of the space by Feng Yuheng. It was what she and the chef of Xianyalou. They were placed in the space and prepared outside. They could cook something by themselves at any time if they wanted to eat it.

The climate change caused by the earthquake and avalanche made Qianzhou, who had always had only north winds, change his temper and began to blow the south wind. The wind blew from south to north, blowing through the mellow porridge, blowing through the exclusive century-old soup base of Xianyalou, and drifting the fragrance one after another through the wind over the high city walls, and sending it into the capital one by one.

There were guards on the city wall. At first, they didn't understand why the Dashun army didn't fight them, but instead made food outside. Now they completely understood. It turned out that this was going to crush them psychologically!

The soldiers of Qianzhou had not had enough food for several days. The capital was the epicenter area. Most of the snow-capped mountains were collapsed. A large amount of ice and snow poured into the city. The palace was almost over. All the houses of the people were destroyed. Countless people were buried in the snow piles waiting for rescue. The grain in the granary had begun to be supplied in a quantity, and hunters could not go into the mountains to eat wild game, and poultry had long been frozen to death. People had no food, and hunger was the most important thing that needed to be solved now compared to being buried.

Outside the city, Xuan Tianming and the soldiers sat around the big pot, holding bowls of porridge. The soldiers were talking harmless jokes to each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Most of the day later, news came from the Lotus King, and he told Feng Yuheng: "The capital was seriously affected, with less than 10% of the houses left, and the degree of damage to the palace reached more than 90%. All the people were hungry outside, and many of them were not dead in the sky, but were frozen to death. However, there were still food in the imperial warehouse. Feng Zhaoyu was very lucky and alive, and a large number of soldiers were also alive. They blocked the city gate and were never allowed to go out. They vowed to save the capital." He said while taking a sip of the soup, then looked admirable, "It is said that the fragrance has almost made the people in the city crazy."

Feng Yuheng smiled very cunningly, and said to Xuan Tianming while smiling: "It's just a bad thing to fight outside, but it's a fatal blow to fight inside."

Xuan Tianming also laughed, "It's not enough to do anything. You still have to find an opportunity to go into the city to see. The Qianzhou royal family still owes us the grudge, and those fingers have to be harvested in person."

Feng Yuheng narrowed her eyes, thinking that she had to choose the right time to enter the city. She originally wanted to come here, but now she was not very useful if she wanted it. After cleaning up the Feng family, she had to think of a good way to use the waste in this land and not let it be idle.

The food attack outside the city lasted a whole day and night. Xuantianming's army had enough food and grass. In addition, the snow was everywhere, and when it melted, it became water and there was not enough firewood. Feng Yuheng always had a way to take out a fire without chopping firewood.

The soup porridge was boiled continuously, and the fragrance floated into the city continuously. The soldiers guarding the city above Qianzhou City Defense changed one after another, but none of them could not be tempted by the aroma outside and the pot of good soup and rice.

A soldier said: "I heard that all the city lords and people in the south have defected to Dashun, changed their household registration, and no longer lived in their original place, but were sent to Dashun's border."

The person next to him immediately echoed: "I heard that the place in Dashun is distinct all year round, with spring, summer, autumn and winter. The river is invigorating, the trees are green, and the flowers are red."

A few more people gathered up and joined the discussion together, "More than these, people in Dashun can eat green leaves every day. I heard that they are grown in the fields and grow them at home, so they are very cheap."

"It's not just cheap! You don't need to buy it at all. There are all kinds of fruits to eat."

"You said, can Dashun treat those who have changed their household registration as their own people? Will they be treated differently?"

"I don't think so much Dashun has devoured countless small countries and countries over the past few hundred years, and I have never heard of them being bad to anyone."

"If we say that, why do we still have to guard this Kyoto? Maybe when the city wall will fall off. Aren't we waiting to die here?"

As soon as these words were said, people looked at each other and everyone understood this truth, but the slavery formed from generation to generation over the past few hundred years has been deeply rooted, and the imprint of thousands of weeks has been stamped into their flesh, so it is removed at any point.

So people just talk, but no one dared to take the lead in taking action.

The soldiers of Qianzhou were jealous of Dashun, and the surviving people in the city were now on the verge of madness and collapse.

The fragrance floated out of the city. At first they thought it was their own illusion, but later they thought it was the emperor who had kindness and opened a porridge shed to give them porridge. However, people searched all over the city but couldn't find a place to give porridge. Gradually, someone smelled the fragrance floated out of the city and was transmitted into the city from the south gate.

People rushed towards the south gate, and didn't bother to dig up their buried relatives. The fragrance was like life, injecting a lot of hope for life into Kyoto, which was originally spreading with death. They rushed to the south gate frantically and shouted loudly: "We want to eat, give us food!"

The soldiers of Qianzhou were frightened by such a scene, and were quite powerless in the face of these people who were seeking survival. The soldiers were also human beings, and were raised by their parents. These people who were seeking survival had their parents and relatives. If they stopped them, it would be equivalent to killing their relatives with their own hands.

Some people are asking: "Why is it so fragrant outside? Who is it outside?"

The same question was asked again and again, and finally some soldiers couldn't help but tell the truth: "It was Dashun's army who attacked the city of Kyoto, and they were cooking outside!"

"Dashun?" People were confused. Over the past few months, there have been many refugees fleeing to the south, but none of them were from Kyoto. Because the Qianzhou royal family sealed the city, none of them in Kyoto could escape. The people were still unfamiliar with Dashun. I heard that they were attacking the city. For a moment, the fear brought by the war immediately made them have just surged into their hearts, and their enthusiasm for food extinguished a lot.

The people stood in the city gate, neither willing to leave nor know what to do. At this moment, a young man who was mingling among the people turned his eyes and suddenly said, "I heard that except for the capital, all the cities in Qianzhou have been surrendered to Dashun. All the people have taken the initiative to change their household registration, Dashun gives them food and drink, and sent people to a warm place where they can live. Only the capital cannot do it!"

The people are all simple-minded, and they don’t go into the capital and can’t even go out. Where did they hear this? They only think that the young man said very tempting. In addition, all cities except the capital have surrendered. In this way, aren’t they the only ones isolated?

Someone said in horror: "Maybe the Qianzhou Royal Family wants us to bury them?"

This sentence caused great panic, and this panic spread widely among the crowd and soon became deeply rooted in the hearts.

The young man who spoke before took the opportunity to say, "The thousand-weather is gone, and God is about to die, but the royal family is still struggling to death. It doesn't matter if they are looking for death, but we ordinary people are leaving a good life, but why should we bury him with the family? The capital city collapsed and the royal family was closed, and there was no food or clothing. So many people buried underground without knowing life and death. The soldiers of Dashun participated in disaster relief along the way, and I don't know how many thousands of people have saved. If we don't join such a wise ruler, will we just watch the Feng family kill all of us?"

The words aroused the anger of the people. The people finally gave up the last line of defense in their hearts as another round of fragrance came, and their hearts began to shift towards great success, and their hatred for the Qianzhou royal family reached an unprecedented height.

I don’t know who took the lead and started rushing towards the city gate desperately, trying to push the door stone open. One person moved, ten people and hundreds of people moved, and then there were thousands of people. The soldiers guarding the city were so scared that they stopped him quickly.

But this is the people of thousands of years, and they can stop them but cannot kill them. There are many people and few soldiers. What's more, the soldiers are tempted by the fragrance outside, so they are not very firm in their position. When the people make such a fuss, they are relatively powerless in blocking them.

I don’t know who took the lead in shouting the slogan—“Let us out! Let us out! We will break up with Qian Zhou!”

Soon, everyone shouted such words and hit the city gate hard.

Outside the city, Xuan Tianming suddenly stood up with a "leap" and stared at the gate of Qianzhou Kyoto with his eyes. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and a wicked smile appeared.

Feng Yuheng also said to the Lotus King proudly: "Did you see, don't move any soldiers and soldiers, hollow you for thousands of weeks, soeasy!"

How could the Lotus King understand what she was saying, but he still understood that look of pride. He rolled his eyes, "If my people were not there to help you with the fire, would you think it would be so easy?"

When he said this, Xuan Tianming nodded, "This time he won Qianzhou in one fell swoop, and His Highness Lian King is bound to attack him."

"Oh, forget it, don't be so sad here. Since I have been betrayed for thousands of weeks, I will no longer be the Lotus King. There is no need to mention the glorious achievements of the past. You should think about how to deal with so many people in the city suddenly emerge."

Xuan Tianming laughed loudly, and his internal strength was used in his laughter, which made the laughter come into the city with the wind and the fragrance.
Chapter completed!