The sky was cloudy early this morning.

Everyone in the palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty was ready!

The emperor, crown prince, second prince, royal relatives, high-ranking officials and important officials all stood quietly at the entrance of the palace on sturdy horses.

Several high-level warriors with extraordinary dignity protected the emperor and others in the middle. Behind these people were dozens of carriages, behind them were hundreds of carriages sealed with supplies, and finally three thousand guards.

In addition, there were 10,000 troops in the capital, surrounding these nobles and these precious materials.

The ten thousand kings were wearing heavy armor, just like the three thousand guards.

Of course, there are some leading high-level warriors, who are not wearing armor. The martial arts cultivation of these high-level warriors has reached the point where they can walk freely among zombies and regard them as nothing.

The dark red palace gate is still closed.

Outside the palace gate, there are zombies with constant roars.

Within the palace gate, the army of capital migration led by the emperor himself was only the sound of horse hooves "Get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to get to the bottom" in the long and quiet team.

In the silence, there was only a carriage, a faint sob sound came from the sound of a silence.

It was the carriage of the third prince's mother, Qipin.

The third prince was the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but was injured by the guards who turned into zombies and turned into a zombie.

Naturally, the emperor would not allow his offspring to become such a thing. Therefore, the "third prince zombie" was quickly captured into the palace and cremated.

As the end of the world comes, the emperor moves the capital. The most important thing is that his life's hopes are gone. Concubine Qi holds the third prince's urn and is slightly aroused by the sorrow of parting. The pain of losing her son explodes in her heart. She feels so heartbroken that she cries from time to time.

Emperor Sima Zhi waved.

In an instant, hundreds of crossbowmen rushed to the wall of the palace and set fire to the arrows that had been coated with tinder oil.

Sima Zhi: "!"

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

Hundreds of arrows that ignited the fire flew out!

Long black arrows intertwined in the air to form dense fire nets, covering the zombies wandering on the streets.

"Ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao ao

Countless terrifying screams sounded!

One long arrow after another fell on the head of the zombie. The long arrow pierced into the head, and the zombie fell to the ground in an instant, becoming a "dead" zombie, and its rotten body burned "sizzling".

Countless long arrows fell on the zombies, and the flames fell on the zombies and immediately burned. The ignited zombies screamed and rolled on the ground.

Rockets kept falling above the palace walls.

Under the city wall, zombies from other streets heard the sound and immediately ran towards the street at the main entrance of the palace.

At this time, without saying anything from the emperor, a few soldiers standing at the door quickly stepped forward and opened the main entrance of the palace.

The guards wrapped in silver armor, holding long swords, rushed out of the main gate of the palace like flowing water. They were divided into three teams, one charges, one fights to the left, and one fights to the right.

There was no crossing the road to welcome, nor did there be a sound of killing that shocked the sky. Emperor Sima Zhi and his relatives and important officials left the palace in this way.

Ten thousand troops guarded, hundreds of guards led the way, and several martial artists with high martial arts flew into the zombie group, killing them red, clearing out many "open spaces" without zombies.

Soon, the team that moved the capital reached the south gate of the capital.

Outside the south gate, General Yan Buyao had led an army of 100,000 to wait there.

Around this hundred thousand army, there are soldiers who are constantly fighting with a small number of zombies.

Unlike the army in the capital, the soldiers of the 100,000 army were not wearing the armor wrapped around the whole body. The soldiers only had simple armor to protect their arms and armor to protect their chests. Other parts of the soldiers' bodies were not protected. Therefore, if these 100,000 army were not careful when fighting zombies, soldiers would be injured and infected and turned into zombies.

Three thousand guards, ten thousand capital troops, and the 100,000 army led by General Yan Buyao are all the forces of this army moving to the capital.

After the consumption of zombies and the tightening of time, everyone who Emperor Sima Zhi could mobilize was here.

Yan Buyao was nearly forty years old, with a big face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong look. He held his fists and knocked: "See Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty!"

Sima Zhi raised his hand and signaled Yan Buyao to get up. When he spoke, his tone was as friendly as if he had met his old friend for many years: "Boyao, are you all ready?"

Yan Buyao stood up and said, "Report to Your Majesty, the 100,000 troops are ready to be ready, just waiting for His Majesty's order!"

Sima Zhi nodded: "Okay."

After talking, Sima Zhi couldn't help but turn around.

In the past, the noisy and bustling capital city, which was crowded with people, looked particularly dim and vicissitudes under the dark sky. At the gate of the capital city, on a long, high gray flagpole, the worn-out flags sway helplessly in the cold wind.

Sima Zhi narrowed his eyes, and it seemed that the scene of him entering the capital many years ago appeared in front of him.

That year, Sima Zhi was still young and energetic. He carried a sword and rode his horse and entered the capital with great enthusiasm. He saw the prosperity of the world in one day.

The sound of horse neighing reminded him that now, Sima Zhi is fleeing in shame, plaguing old and sick, like a dog that is stranded, and is vulnerable.

No one in the world can understand Sima Zhi's heart.

At this moment, countless important officials of the court could not help but look back at the capital of the past, and countless people choked and burst into tears.

In this capital with a grey atmosphere, many people have sang high and displayed their ambitions for many years. How many people have been depressed in this capital, and their dreams have been destroyed by reality.

Now, the former friends and enemies, the dead are dead. The living people look back and there is no longer the prosperous and brilliant capital of the past! Half of their life of honor and disgrace, half of their life of hardship is over here. Now, they have to abandon the Great Zhou capital, which has been forged with all their efforts! Leave their homes!

Farewell with tears! Farewell with tears!

Several old ministers with all beards were lying on the horse's back. Thinking of this farewell, perhaps they would never meet again in this life, so they couldn't help but burst into tears and mourn.

In a state of sadness, the second prince Sima Xie looked back at the capital, his eyes red. When he raised his hand to wipe his eyes, he saw that the prince Sima Zhen never looked back from beginning to end.

Sima Xie said: "Brother?"

Sima Zhen turned his head, his eyes as calm as usual, but his face was a little pale. A trace of confusion appeared in his eyes and he spoke softly: "Father did not do anything wrong, I did something wrong, and you did nothing wrong... Why, we are defeated and still have to escape?"

The look of confusion was like a tough thousand-foot iceberg, and a little cracked, you could see the softness and pain in it.

"Um." Sima Xie's heart trembled, bit her lower lip tightly, and her eyes were red.

At this time, Emperor Sima Zhi smiled bitterly, and turned around: "Go!"
Chapter completed!