Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine - Chapter 3594 He must die!

On the vast snowfield, a team of hundreds of thousands of people slowly walked forward. They dragged cattle and sheep, carrying their respective homes on their shoulders, and stepped out of a dark, deep path on the white snow. Footprints, like a huge python swimming across this snowy field.

And behind this giant python, there is less than half of the population, the silent city of Cullen.

People kept turning back and looking at their hometown with tears in their eyes, but as they moved forward, at this time, Cullen City was almost out of sight.

This team is none other than the Kuo people who walked out of the city of Cullen.

Under the leadership of the monarch, they could only abandon their hometown and embark on a slow journey with all their belongings. Someone kept whispering with tears in their eyes: "Why are we leaving? Can't we just stay?"

Someone next to him sighed and said, "The battle is about to start, how can you do if you don't go?"

"What are we afraid of fighting? When have we ever been afraid of fighting?"

"Ugh……"

This sentence, no one can answer, and no one understands why they have been able to occupy the entire Central Plains Dynasty in the past few decades; after that, although they were driven out of the Central Plains in the first ten years, they can at least stay in Kulun City. , like the emperor of the Central Plains like the God of War, the former King of Yan fought a dozen times, and even once, they were able to hit the city of Peiping; but now, they can only stay away from their hometowns to avoid disaster.

The emotions of failure and decadence are slowly growing in the hearts of everyone, as if there is a cloud over their heads.

And this dull feeling made Munch almost unable to breathe.

He inhaled hard, and his throat made a low roar like a beast, as if something swelled in his chest and would burst at any time. The palace servant who was guarding the carriage immediately brought a handkerchief to his mouth, I saw Munch's face pale, and he spit out a mouthful of **** phlegm.

The palace servant's face was pale, and he didn't dare to look at it, so he hurriedly wrapped the handkerchief and threw it aside.

On the other side, the two courtiers who rode their horses in front of the carriage looked at each other. Although they had not been on horses for many years, the people of the country grew up on horseback. At this time, they were riding on the snow. Although they were a little embarrassed, it was not too difficult to walk, but seeing Munch like this made their hearts more and more complicated.

The older courtier, with red eyes, said softly, "Your Majesty, are we really going to give up Cullen City like this?"

Munch gritted his teeth, swallowed the sweetness in his mouth, and said weakly, "You guys, still don't believe me?"

"No, how dare we not believe Your Majesty, it's just—"

After all, the old minister was reluctant to give up. He looked back at Kulun City, which the Kuo people had managed to manage, and then looked at the Kuo people who migrated with them with their children, daughters, and all their belongings. This kind of migration was for them. It's too cruel, especially in such a icy world, where the danger ahead is unknown, and they don't even know where they can go.

The old minister said softly, "We just left and abandoned the huge city of Kulun here. Everyone is unwilling."

"Not reconciled..."

Munch's face was pale, and he looked up at the sky blankly. There was no light in the sky above his head, only a heavy cloud of darkness shrouded his head, like a huge palm shrouded in this boundless snow field. A pair of eyes looked at the sky like this, almost lost their spirits.

He sighed for a long time, and then said: "I, am I willing?"

"His Majesty……"

"However, I want to think about the whole country and all the people of the country."

Although his temperament has changed drastically over the years, he has become moody and even murderous, the people who serve him have changed one after another. On the belt of his trousers, but at this time, he heard an indescribable sobriety in his tone, even a little gentle.

The two couldn't help but look at each other.

However, Munch didn't seem to notice the surprise in the two's eyes at all, he only looked at the gloomy sky above his head, and continued to say slowly: "These years, it has been getting colder every year, and the people of the country of Yan are in the Central Plains, and they have not yet been affected. The impact is too great - but I also know that their fertile fields in several suburban counties near Peiping have reduced their production by more than half, and it is conceivable that their life is not easy. But here, the situation is even more difficult..."

"..."

"Every year, the snow melts in April, but winter begins in November. The grass can only grow for seven or eight months a year before it freezes to death. The stored grain and grass can only barely survive the winter, and it is not enough to cope with large crops. war."

"..."

"Now that Zhu Feng has gone so deep into the grasslands, he is fighting to the death with us for the rations they have saved."

"..."

"Once the fight really starts, where will we get the grain support?"

Mentioning this, the two ministers also looked sad.

In fact, they didn't know these things. Munch's temperament has changed greatly over the years, not only because of Empress Xiu Yun's departure, but also because of the increasingly difficult situation in the country that has stimulated him. It's frustrating.

The younger minister said softly, "That's why Your Majesty has to take these people out of Kulun City? Then, why don't you tell them the truth and save them from being so sad that they have to be driven away with whips."

Munch closed his eyes halfway, and said in a deep voice, "If the common people know about this, it will be messed up."

"..."

"Instead of messing around here and letting the people of Yan Kingdom take advantage of it, it's better for us to move out of Mobei and find another place, so that we can leave this bloodline."

The old minister thought for a while and then asked, "But Your Majesty, if we leave like this, can we come back?"

Munch slowly opened his eyes.

His face was full of sickness, and even just opening his eyes made him feel a little more tired, but he said slowly: "The old emperor of the Yan Kingdom is passing the throne to His grandson had killed a lot of heroes before, especially military generals - otherwise, it would not have been possible for Zhu Feng to fight from Peiping to Jinling so easily in a few months; although Zhu Feng could fight, except for himself , There are not many generals who can hold up the overall situation."

"..."

"As for his prince, he is a sheep with soft feet."

"..."

"As long as Zhu Feng is dead, as long as he's gone, as long as he's not around..."

Munch repeated this sentence over and over again, as if chanting a mantra, and over the years, his love and hatred in this life seemed to be pinned on this mantra-like expectation.

His eyes were originally a little sloppy, but at this moment he suddenly condensed his energy, his eyes were like sharp arrows, with unspeakable ruthlessness and hatred.

"He must die!"