Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

Chapter 1566: Behead the Emperor of Wei!

Outside the south of Jicheng City, the setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the entire field crimson.

The autumn wind whistled past, carrying sand and dust, making the battle flags flutter.

Chu Ning rode his horse and stood in front of the formation, with the elite Chu army standing behind him. Their iron armor shone coldly in the setting sun.

Sima Yi stood ten feet away, the clothes he wore deliberately were already tattered and covered with dust and blood.

His eyes were red as he stared at the enemy who had destroyed his country and his family.

Three days ago, he was the high and mighty emperor of Wei, but now he has become a stray dog, with only three hundred secret guards, his son Sima Zhao, and Queen Murong left by his side.

"Why, you want to tease me like this!"

Sima Yi's voice was hoarse and angry, echoing in the empty wilderness.

His nails dug deep into his palms, blood dripping through his fingers, but he felt no pain at all.

A playful smile appeared on Chu Ning's handsome face. He gently stroked the mane of the warhorse under his crotch, his posture so leisurely as if he was participating in a hunting trip.

"Sima Yi, you know what? Watching a smart person like you fall into a trap step by step is much more interesting than killing you directly."

Sima Yi's chest heaved violently as he thought of the humiliation of being toyed with by Chu Ning over the past month.

"You wholeheartedly admit that you lost to me, but you can't accept the fact that I played you for a fool?"

Chu Ning chuckled: "This makes me even happier."

Behind Sima Yi, Queen Murong tightly grasped her son's hand. Sima Zhao's eyes burned with flames of hatred, but his mother held his shoulders tightly.

The three hundred secret guards were silent as iron, their weapons already drawn, waiting for the monarch's order.

"Want to know why?"

Chu Ning suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes becoming sharp as a knife: "Well, since you are the king of the fallen Wei Kingdom, I will show mercy and tell you!"

The wind suddenly died down, and it seemed as if only Chu Ning's icy voice remained in the air: "When I personally led the expedition against the State of Jin, how much pressure did you put on me by cooperating with the Tang and Han? If it weren't for your obstruction, why would it have taken me so long to conquer the State of Jin?"

His voice gradually rose: "Furthermore, you are a man who goes back on his word and is cunning by nature. You clearly signed the peace treaty, but then you turned around and allied with other countries to launch a surprise attack on my rear!"

Chu Ning yanked the reins, and the warhorse's front hooves soared into the air, neighing, "I love to torture clever people like you! Watching you scheme your way into a dead end is a hundred times more satisfying than just killing you!"

Sima Yi was struck by lightning and staggered back two steps.

He originally thought that Chu Ning had some ulterior motive in teasing him, but he didn't expect that it was half out of pure bad taste.

The humiliation of being treated as a plaything was more difficult for him to accept than death.

"Just for this ridiculous reason, you actually...actually..."

Sima Yi's voice was trembling. As the king of a country, how could he have suffered such humiliation?

"okay!"

Chu Ning waved his hand impatiently to interrupt: "I don't want to hear your nonsense."

His eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to signal, "Come here, take them down, behead them, and hang their heads at the city gate as a warning to all!"

"kill--"

A deafening roar erupted from the Chu army formation, and thousands of archers pulled their bowstrings at the same time. The sharp arrowheads flashed with the light of death in the setting sun.

Sima Yi's face was distorted, and he was completely crazy: "Even if I die, I will not let you have an easy life! Go over and kill Chu Ning!"

He snatched the long sword from the secret guard beside him and pointed the blade at Chu Ning.

"Protect His Majesty!" Three hundred secret guards roared in unison and rushed towards the Chu army camp like arrows.

Sima Zhao broke free from his mother's hand, drew his sword, and followed his father. Empress Murong, tears streaming down her face, pulled a dagger from her sleeve and followed with determination.

Chu Ning watched all this with cold eyes, a cruel arc appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Shoot!"

"Swish, swish, swish--" The rain of arrows covered the sky and tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The first volley knocked down most of the charging crowd.

Sima Yi was shot in the left shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and continued to charge forward, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

"Second round, start!" Chu Ning's order was like the sentence of the god of death.

More arrows whizzed towards him, and Sima Zhao's chest was instantly filled with arrows. He fell down unwillingly with his eyes wide open.

Queen Murong threw herself on her son, and the next second, three arrows pierced her back at the same time.

Sima Yi finally rushed to within five steps of Chu Ning. He raised his long sword and slashed at Chu Ning with all his strength.

Just as the blade was about to touch Chu Ning's face, a sharp arrow accurately shot into his heart.

"Puff--" Sima Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, and his long sword fell weakly to the ground.

He knelt on the ground, looked up and stared at Chu Ning, his eyes full of confusion and resentment:

"You...this...devil..."

Chu Ning looked down at the dying enemy from a high position and said softly, "A king who has lost his country should act like a king who has lost his country."

Sima Yi's body fell heavily, and the last thing he saw was the tall walls of Jicheng, which had once been his capital and his home.

As the last trace of consciousness dissipated, the history of Wei State came to an end at this moment.

"Clear the battlefield."

Chu Ning turned his horse around, his voice as calm as if what had just happened was just an insignificant hunt.

"Cut off the heads of Sima Yi, Sima Zhao, and Murong, and bring them back to the city."

The deputy general hesitated and asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do with these bodies?"

"The corpse will be exposed for three days to serve as a warning to others."

Chu Ning rode away without looking back: "Let everyone know the consequences of resisting me."

The Chu soldiers walked forward expressionlessly. With a flash of their swords, Sima Yi's once proud head rolled to the ground. His eyes were still wide open, frozen in the anger and unwillingness before his death.

Blood gushed out from the broken neck, dyeing the yellow sand under his feet red.

Immediately afterwards, Sima Zhao's head was also cut off. His pale face still showed the fear before death, and his lips were slightly open, as if he was still shouting.

Queen Murong was dragged to the front. She held her son's hand tightly until her death, until the soldiers roughly pried open her fingers and cut off her head with a knife.

Her long hair fell in disarray, covering half of her face, but it could not hide the sad sneer at the corner of her mouth.

The three heads were hung high on a wooden pole at the south gate of Jicheng. Blood dripped down their hair, attracting a few crows to circle and make noisy noises.

Outside the city gate, the bodies of three hundred secret guards were piled up into a horrifying mausoleum.

Corpses were piled up layer upon layer, broken limbs and torsos were intertwined, some with arrows still stuck in their chests and throats, and some were chopped beyond recognition.

The blood gathered into a dark red stream, slowly seeping into the soil, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell.

When the wind blew, the clothes on the pile of corpses rustled. A few wild dogs were wandering in the distance, staring at the feast greedily, but they were afraid of the cold gazes of the Chu soldiers and did not dare to approach.

As the sun sets, the last rays of light shine on the Jingguan, reflecting a bloody hell.

The people in the city were terrified when they saw this from afar. They lowered their heads and walked away quickly, fearing that if they looked even once more, they would become the next soul to be piled up.