103 years of migration????? For a thousand years, the statutory capital of the Great Qin Empire has always been Guanzhong Xianyang. The other two capitals were the old capital of Yongcheng in the Spring and Autumn period, and Luoyi, which was built as the county town of Sanchuan County from the Zhou Dynasty to the present-day Luoyang City.
At present, more than half of the Guanzhong area is suffering under the iron hooves of the Tiele army. Even if the emperor wants to flee to Yongcheng, he has to ask the Tiele people if they will allow a path to be opened for him to go west. Therefore, there is only one realistic choice left: hurry up and follow the example of King Zhouping, abandon Guanzhong and escape east to Luoyang, avoiding the sharp edge of the Tiele army's attack.
Upon hearing Zong Zheng's words of remonstrance, Qin Shi Huang's pale face immediately flushed with an unhealthy red glow. He began to cough violently and tearfully said:
"Cough, cough... Alas, am I to repeat the mistakes of King Zhou of Shang? Absolutely not! When I die and go to the underworld, what face will I have to meet my ancestors?"
The old and wise Taishi Li Fengxian approached the emperor's ear at this time, lowered his voice and said:
"Your Majesty, do you hear the cries of killing outside? It seems to be getting closer and closer. If we continue to hesitate, I fear that we will delay until it's too late, and when we want to leave, we won't be able to."
Personality weak, lacking in decisiveness, Qin eighty-five generations as soon as he heard this, he immediately lost his resolve, and quickly cast a seeking-help gaze towards the civil and military officials present, his voice trembling as he said:
"What good plan do you have to alleviate My Majesty's urgent concern?"
The sound fell, and the magnificent hall was as silent as death, with a sense of oppression. The three dukes, nine ministers, and other officials were all speechless, but they seemed very certain.
The day before yesterday, taking advantage of the new emperor's great benevolence, the officials moved their families and valuables to the outside of Xianyang City. Now, calculating the distance, it is estimated that they should have arrived in Luoyang by now. Since they have eliminated their worries about their families, the ministers also have ample time to slowly exhaust the 85th Emperor of Qin. The iron-clad cavalrymen outside the city are indeed powerful, but the elite Qin army is not an easy target either. Everyone knows that the nomadic people are not good at besieging cities. Even if they use cunning tactics to break through the city gates, it will be impossible to eliminate the over 200,000 elite Qin soldiers stationed inside Xianyang City in just a few days.
In the past, the ministers took turns to come forward and advise the emperor in a threatening tone, not for any other reason than to gain more capital for their own advancement. As for what would happen to the country in the future, they didn't care; as long as their power remained, everything could be negotiated.
The prolonged silence and oppression, the faint sounds of killing from outside the temple, finally broke down Qin's spiritual defense line. At this time, he said with tears streaming down his face:
"We... cough, cough! We approve... the capital be moved to Luoyang."
Having received the emperor's oral decree, Taishi Li Fengxian immediately turned his face around and said with a dignified expression:
"Where is Lang Zhongling and Wei Wei?"
In the nine ministers, the Gentleman of the Household is in charge of the palace guards, and the Commandant of Guards is in charge of the gate guards. If the emperor is about to move to Luoyang, he first needs them to mobilize troops to follow and protect him.
When Taiwei called out the titles of the two ministers, they immediately stepped out of the crowd and rushed to Qin 85, who was showing a miserable expression as if he had just lost his parents, and said:
"Your humble servants have come to pay respects to Your Majesty and listen to your sacred teachings."
Marshal Li Fengxian coughed, and he turned his head to look at the Emperor, who was now completely bewildered and showed no intention of speaking. Li Fengxian had no choice but to start a monologue, saying:
"Your Majesty has just issued an oral decree, to move the capital to Luoyang today. You and others quickly mobilize soldiers, escorting Your Majesty's carriage to Hangu Pass."
Lang Zhongling and Wei Wei were like all the other officials in the court, with hearts as clear as a mirror. They didn't say much more, but spoke directly:
"Your Majesty, I request that you bestow upon me a Tiger Tally."
It's really time to hand over the Tiger Tally, at this moment the emperor finally showed some spirit, after all, this is military power! The uncertain and uneasy gaze shifted between the two officials, and the emperor said in a trembling voice:
"Cough...do you have a guarantee of safe escort for me to leave the city?"
Seeing this, Weiwei Li Chu took over and said:
"I report to Your Majesty, the Langzhongling Lord currently has 15,000 troops and horses, and I also command 10,000 soldiers and horses, which is enough to ensure Your Majesty's safety."
After careful consideration, it seemed that there was no other way out. Qin eighty-five generations had to cover his face and cry, he choked back sobs and took out two tiger symbols, handed them over to Weiwei Li Chu and Langzhongling Sima Cao, weakly waving his hand and saying:
"You all go and handle it immediately!"
The big men have already prepared to move to a better place, while the ordinary people who cannot escape from Xianyang become the biggest victims of this war.
Today, the entire city of Xianyang has become a huge crime scene, where arson, murder and looting have become commonplace.
Those TieLe soldiers belonging to the main force, under the urging of the legitimate generals, were still following the command of SiKouNiDuDaHan and continued to launch a surprise attack on the palace city, engaging in close combat with the Qin army soldiers street by street. The cannon fodder soldiers from small tribes who had been forcibly recruited lost their restraint, they could no longer hold back their beastly desires, as long as they saw women who were still young and beautiful, whether on the streets or in civilian homes, they would immediately drop their pants, grab their guns, and mount their horses, without any regard for the occasion or the feelings of the surrounding spectators.
Those old Qin people who lived in Guanzhong for generations were not castrated chickens without blood, and when they rose up to resist, a fierce conflict between the two sides was inevitable.
In a house near the collapse, the male owner rushed back and saw his wife being humiliated by 7 or 8 TieLe soldiers in a queue. He shouted loudly, picked up a stick and rushed forward. Before he could get close, an TieLe soldier patrolling nearby discovered this resistor and immediately shot him with a bow and arrow.
"Whoa! Ah! Son of a bitch!"
A powerful arrow shot from behind pierced through the chest, and Qin, who was trying to defend his home, spat out blood foam and fell to the ground, motionless just a moment later.
The life of the lower nomads was extremely poor, and many prairie families had only one iron pot as a family heirloom. Many soldiers from small tribes that were annexed by Tie Le carried their own arrows with flint arrowheads ground together.
It goes without saying that these arrowheads, which continue to be made using the same stone tool craftsmanship as before, are no different in terms of technology from those used by human hunters tens of thousands of years ago to kill animals.
After the defeat last year, the Great Qin Empire paid a huge sum of compensation to the three major alliances on the grasslands, and paid out money, grain, silk and satin in exchange for a brief period of peace. However, these compensations that fell into the hands of ordinary herders were few and far between, only fattening up the big and small khans and tribal leaders.
These impoverished Iron Troop soldiers, who have gone wild and are looting freely, only have one way to deal with those who dare to resist their robbery and rape: to shut them up forever.
Originally, the population of residents living in Xianyang City was nearly six hundred thousand. In addition to the common people who entered the city to avoid the threat of the Hu cavalry, there are now probably more than a million civilians gathered in Xianyang City.
As the conflicts between increasingly brazen robbers and oppressed civilians escalated, the Türks who went out to plunder no longer dared to enter households in twos or threes, but instead had to act collectively in groups of at least a hundred. If the Qin army defending Xianyang seized this opportunity to launch a counterattack, it was not impossible that they could drive the Türks out of Xianyang all at once. However, the 85th Emperor of Qin had already been so frightened by the terrifying scenes depicted by his ministers that he was beside himself with fear and had no intention of putting up any resistance.
At this time, the only courage left in Qin's 85th generation was to order the eunuchs to bring him his imperial armor and sword, to help him dress properly, so that he could maintain a dignified appearance while fleeing.
"We report to Your Majesty, the carriages and horses are all ready. Please get on the imperial carriage and move out of the palace!"
Upon hearing the memorial presented by Weiwei Li Chu, Qin eighty-five generations, with his full body armor shining with pearls and treasures, pale as paper, was helped up onto the dragon sedan chair by many eunuchs and palace maids.
Unlike the grandeur of the previous emperor leading his ministers on a tour, this time it was a hasty retreat. The countless treasures and rare artifacts accumulated by the Great Qin Empire over thousands of years, the millions of volumes of books and classics displayed in the galleries, as well as the 3,000 beauties left behind by Emperor Qin's eighty-fifth generation, were all abandoned at this critical moment of life and death. The emperor's only concern was his treacherous brothers. When Emperor Qin thought about these people falling into the hands of the Tiele people, he wondered how much harm they might cause him, and even this weak-willed new emperor's heart hardened.
Weighing the pros and cons, Emperor Qin of the 85th generation turned his head and said to Zongzheng Qin Wuji who was riding a horse alongside him:
"Zong Zheng, you quickly lead a team of soldiers to the princes' mansions and order them to follow me to Luoyang for inspection. If anyone disobeys, I authorize you to behead first and report later."
In his heart, he was reciting the ancient maxim of the imperial family that "ruthlessness is the most important thing", Qin Wuji did not dare to slack off. Now was the time for his superior to test his loyalty, and even a slight hesitation might be considered as an unsteady stance. Qin Wuji immediately agreed, saying:
"Yes, your subordinate obeys."
Having arranged the most worrisome major event in his heart, Qin Shi Huang looked at Xianyang with some attachment for a few moments, and reluctantly ordered to move the capital to Luoyang.
The fully armed Qin army escorted the new emperor and the nobles' carriages, galloping swiftly along the way, hastily leaving the city gate from the imperial palace to the east. The capital behind them was already not worth lingering, as the emperor and his entourage rushed straight towards the Wei River floating bridge.
Watching the Emperor of Great Qin and his ministers flee, the Iron Leaguer troops stationed outside Xianyang City actually wanted to send out troops to pursue them. The problem is that they simply can't spare the manpower to do so.
The Tieli troops scattered throughout Guanzhong, with over 1 million people, had just attacked Xianyang and another 200,000 people had rushed in. At this moment, these people were trapped in a stalemate in the alleys and could not withdraw. The Great Khan of Tieli, Sijin, had about 100,000 to 200,000 troops left under his command, among which there were still a considerable number of old, weak, and disabled soldiers pretending to be strong. Mobilizing almost equal numbers of troops to follow up on the attack in the plains with crisscrossing rivers, against an elite enemy army that was well-prepared for battle, this idea is brainless no matter how you look at it.
With a somewhat helpless gaze at the fleeing Qin Emperor, he regretted losing the most memorable war trophy of his life and clenched his fist. After a moment's lamentation, he quickly adjusted his mindset and resumed his usual ruthless and decisive manner as the overlord of the vast grasslands.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Now, Xianyang is like a ripe fruit on the tree, and with just a little more effort, it can be picked. This will make up for the regret of not being able to capture the Emperor of Qin alive.
When he thought of this, a smile appeared on Si Kong's face, and he immediately waved his hand at the attendant beside him. Following that, a mournful and high-pitched horn sounded through the clouds, which was the pre-arranged general attack signal of the Tie Le people, as if playing a sad dirge for the Qin Empire on the verge of collapse.
