Chapter 542 The Imperial Capital Changes Owner

The atmosphere in the palace dropped to freezing point, and the moment Chen Ling's potbellied figure appeared at the door, the expressions of disbelief froze on the faces of all the elders.

"Wei Biao? What are you doing here?" The emperor frowned, looked at Wei Biao standing at the entrance of the hall, and asked in a cold voice.

"Your Majesty still doesn't understand? I thought Your Majesty was a sensible person." Chen Ling's small eyes swept across the elders with a smile, and finally landed on the emperor's face.

how many years.

He has always been excluded from the power center of the empire, no matter how many times he changes, the abdicated throne is still out of reach for him. But now, the "important ministers" who hold power look at him, but they are all full of fear.

Looking directly into Wei Biao's eyes, the emperor said softly, "Take him down."

The legion commander who had been loyal to the empire was indifferent.

His reaction confirmed the emperor's guess that the Third Army Corps stationed in the imperial capital had mutinied. This brave and capable army was once the pride of the empire. However, the emperor never expected that the legion commander appointed by him would stand here at this moment.

The emperor's throat was a little dry, but he finally squeezed out three words.

"Why?"

"Invincible." Wei Biao's answer was also three words.

As a former Pan-Asian cooperation soldier, he has a better grasp of the battlefield than anyone in the palace. When he saw the overwhelming rocket bombs, he already understood that this war was an asymmetrical war from the very beginning.

The only chance for the Empire to win is to launch a general attack on the NAC's military outposts while the NAC is pouring ammunition on the Gru tribe.

However, the smoke of the uprising ruined the last chance of the empire.

The slaves at the Donggang plantation rose up, and the two front-line regiments had to return to defense. The Federation waited for an opportunity, and Chen Bing west of the Ganjiang River restrained the Empire's First Army Corps...

The Empire has lost all time to attack NAC outposts.

When the NAC's rocket launcher was resupplied and the electromagnetic gun's mass bomb was reloaded, facing the NAC, which had an absolute advantage in firepower, the Third Army stationed in the imperial capital was just waiting to die. As long as they think, it only takes 1,000 incendiary bombs to destroy the entire imperial capital.

Wei Biao believed that they still had some ammunition.

"Just because of this?" the emperor said with difficulty.

Wei Biao no longer looked into the emperor's eyes. Instead, he lowered his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, please abdicate."

"What if I say no?" The emperor narrowed his eyes. He gestured to the guard beside him.

"Sorry, I just want to live with my brothers." Wei Biao raised his head and put his hands on his waist.

The emperor's pupils shrank sharply.

Behind Wei Biao, there was a murderous look all over his body. Soldiers with guns stepped into the palace...

...

The gunfire lasted for about ten minutes, and blood soaked the palace carpets. There was a fierce exchange of fire between the guards and the soldiers. But the outcome is obvious, the gap in numbers cannot simply be made up with marksmanship.

When the gunfire stopped, all the elders were killed by the guns of the soldiers of the Third Legion.

The emperor sitting on the dragon chair. He stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, unable to utter a single word.

About how to deal with the emperor. Wei Biao and Chen Ling struggled.

Wei Biao wanted to save the emperor's life, but Chen Ling took out the pistol hidden in his pocket and shot the poor old man sitting on the throne himself.

See the emperor is dead. Although dissatisfied with Chen Ling's actions, Wei Biao had no choice but to give up.

The Third Army sealed off the palace. The sudden death of the emperor did not cause any ripples in the precarious empire.

After blocking the news, Chen Ling immediately found Zhao Dongbao and conveyed his intention to surrender to NAC through him. After one hour. It wasn't until NAC's steel airship came over the imperial capital that the people of the imperial capital realized...

Today, it has changed.

"Is this the imperial capital?"

Standing on the pod of Order, Jiang Chen overlooked the stadium covering an area of ​​more than ten square kilometers. The center of the stadium is covered with concrete buildings and simple shacks, and paths that are neither wide nor narrow criss-cross among the buildings.

"That's right, this is the imperial capital." Standing next to Jiang Chen was Wang Zhaowu, looking at the palace above the stands, with a hint of teasing in his words.

The elevator platform pulled by the graphene cable falls.

Bathed in the fearful eyes from all around the square, Jiang Chen stepped into the center of the Imperial Capital Square with a dozen soldiers in power armor.

The Imperial Third Corps has all disarmed and surrendered to the NAC Expeditionary Force that was the first to log in.

The 11 survivor settlements of the empire are designated as the economic zone of the NAC. Managed by the democratically elected government, the NAC sent executive officers to supervise and control the defense of the settlement.

When he saw Jiang Chen, Chen Ling who was waiting on the square opened his eyes, and immediately greeted him with a complimenting smile.

"My lord, Chen Ling, I have been waiting for the Marshal for a long time."

Jiang Chen sized up the last elder of the empire, and then turned his gaze to the man standing behind him.

"I heard you are a PAC soldier?"

"It's history."

Jiang Chen noticed that when Wei Biao said this, he used the word "history" instead of "past".

Without saying anything to him, Jiang Chen then turned his gaze to Zhao Dongbao, who was puffing out his chest, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, this time you have contributed a lot."

"It's Marshal who cultivated well." Zhao Dongbao said with a flushed face.

With such a high evaluation, the reward for promotion must be impossible to escape. While excited, Zhao Dongbao didn't forget to send a flatterer.

"Okay, don't flatter me. If you have nothing to do, go on the boat first. Your reward is with the soldiers of the expeditionary army."

"Thank you Marshal!" Zhao Dongbao said happily.

Being left aside by Jiang Chen, Chen Ling couldn't help but feel uneasy. When Zhao Dongbao found him back then, he patted his chest and promised: If you follow NAC's orders, you will be able to conquer the capital of the empire by then, and your glory and wealth will be indispensable.

Now the imperial capital was included in the territory of NAC, but when it came time for NAC to fulfill its promise, Chen Ling was a little uncertain.

Just when he was hesitating whether to speak to remind Jiang Chen not to forget himself, Jiang Chen cast his eyes on him, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that you are the last elder of the empire."

"Marshal, you are joking." Chen Ling hooked his waist and smiled awkwardly, "The empire is already prostrate at your feet, so there is no Senate."

Regarding the flattering attitude of the elder, Jiang Chen smiled and said.

"Of course there must be a senate, but from now on, you are doing things for me."

"Reporting to Marshal...the other elders are already dead." Chen Ling said cautiously.

"Dead?" Jiang Chen froze for a moment, then turned his gaze to Wei Biao.

"Death of stubborn resistance." Wei Biao replied briefly. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: