Twenty thousand ancient cavalry roared and rushed into the Kremlin, their bodies covered with rows of grenades, and Babala gave them the task of using up all the grenades.

Boom, as long as you see the Rakshasa soldiers, throw the grenade out, and if you can't fight the sword, you won't fight the knife, this is Babala's original words.

The Kremlin, which had stood for more than 300 years, became in turmoil, with explosions, shouts and screams everywhere, and the gods enshrined in the palace church did not bring good news to the Rakshasas, and everything remained as primitive.

Duke Rhodes stood on top of the bell tower of Ivan the Great, unkempt and no longer in the majesty of the Grand Duke, and the two guards behind him were also wounded.

"Don't follow me anymore, you all run for your lives, if you're lucky." Duke Rhodes said to the guards behind him with a sad face.

Who would have thought that the Rakshasa Congress, which has a thousand-year-old history and a vast territory, would collapse within a year, Duke Rhodes did not believe it, and he thought that Alexei, who had long been captured, would not believe it.

But the truth is so cruel that the impregnable city of Moscow is like a tile dog under the artillery of the Ming Dynasty, and none of the allies in Europa who promised him more than a month ago that they will go on the expedition keep their promises.

The Rakshasa Kingdom has become a place abandoned by the Lord.

"Ahh

Duke Rhodes raised his head to the sky and roared, slashing his sword at the idol on the wall of the bell tower, as if asking why the god who had been worshiped for so long didn't help the Rakshasa Kingdom.

The two guards, who were still hesitating, saw that Duke Rhodes had become a madman, and even slashed the god they believed in with their long swords, looked at each other and left.

The Duke of Law staggered over to the statue of Ivan the Great and knelt down with a normal sound.

"Your Majesty, the minister has done his best, the minister's ancestors fought for you, the minister died today to protect the country, the minister did his best!" After saying that, Duke Rhodes raised his sword and put it across his neck.

The blood gushed out and stained Duke Rhodes's clothes red, and the statue of Ivan the Great was still so kind that it seemed that none of this had anything to do with him.

The battle in the palace continued, but the Rakshasa soldiers had long since given up their resistance, and they fled like dogs that had lost their country, hoping to escape and ascend to heaven.

It was slowly getting dark, and only the artillery fire in the Kremlin reflected Moscow as a city that never sleeps.

The battle continued until the next morning, and despite repeated screenings, Babala's decision to kill the wrong person was the only one to spare, but in the end the Kremlin received thousands of prisoners.

Most of these people were church priests, servants and maids in the Tsar's palace, and Babala's troops entered the Tsar's palace as soon as he stormed the city, which contained the treasures of the Rakshasa Kingdom.

"Lord Wang, the Rakshasa soldiers in the city have basically been cleaned up, and the commander of the Rakshasa soldiers committed suicide in the bell tower." Chang Yu came over to report.

Liu Hongjian was sitting in the camp tent at this time gnawing bones, and when he heard that the battle was finally over, he immediately threw the bones in his hand aside and entered the Kremlin under the guidance of the bull's mallet.

The Kremlin is a complex of buildings, and if you compare the capital of the Ming Dynasty, Moscow is the outer city of Beijing, while the Kremlin belongs to the inner city.

It's just that the Rakshasa Kingdom at this time is not so particular, except for the inner city, there is no imperial city, and there is no Forbidden City.

In the Kremlin, there are religious places such as the Church of the Assumption, the Church of the Angels, and the Church of the Annunciation, as well as political and military places such as the Polygonal Palace, the Ivan the Great Bell Tower, and the Armoury.

Among them, the multi-ridge palace is the palace where the tsar and his ministers discuss matters and entertain foreign guests, which is equivalent to the imperial palace of the Ming Dynasty.

But at this time, the Kremlin was as if it had just suffered a curse, and everywhere was filled with pits of earth blown up by shells and grenades, the stumps of soldiers, and the blood mixed with ice and snow and condensed into ice due to the severe cold.

Many people carried the corpses of Rakshasa soldiers and gathered together into dozens of hills, and the stumps and severed bodies all over the ground had not had time to be cleaned up, even if they had all been turned into ice sculptures, they still couldn't hide the smell of blood in the air.

Liu Hongjian had long been accustomed to this, and he rode on his war horse to walk on the battlefield of yesterday, and the soldiers followed Liu Hongjian with high spirits to support him.

This is a victory that belongs to the Ming Dynasty, but also a great victory that belongs to the expeditionary force and belongs to them, the conquest of a city is exciting, and the conquest of a country, the conquest of the imperial palace of this country makes them crazy.

As Liu Hongjian said not long ago, when they are old, their children and grandchildren surround them, and they can also tell their children and grandchildren in a hoarse voice that they have been fortunate to have experienced a protracted war, and they have proudly stood on the palace of the outsiders, trampling under the feet of those who dare to defy the prestige of the Ming army.

After passing through Red Square, bell towers and several cathedrals, Liu Honggradually arrived at the Tsar's dormitory, the Teremnoy Palace.

Outside the palace, Baba was already waiting in person, and when he saw Liu Honggradually coming, Baba hurriedly came over to salute.

"My lord, I only sent my own guards to search and drive out the rebels and slaves inside, and my guards can be trusted, and no one dares to touch the things inside." Babara stepped forward and explained.

This is a matter of principle, the Menggu army went out to plunder most of the time, and the spoils of war during the battle belonged to them except for a small amount, and the Menggu soldiers fought very crazy because of this.

The Uzhumuqin tribe to which Babala belonged also followed this tradition, but the Ming Dynasty strictly ordered that all the spoils of war should be confiscated and not allowed to be hidden, otherwise they would be beheaded with 40 sticks or at worst.

Baba knew that Liu Hongjian trusted him, and his explanation was not so much for Liu Hongjian as for the many generals behind Liu Hongchuan, after all, he was not Han.

"Well, I know, Chang Yu asked people to count and move everything that could be moved." Liu Hong gradually got off his horse and began to walk into the palace.

"My lord, what about the ones that can't be moved?" Chang Yu hurriedly asked.

The palace has not suffered from artillery fire, and the overall appearance is quite neat, just look around Chang Yu and find a lot of gold and silver enamels, many of which are oversized.

"If you can't move it, smash it!" Liu Hongjian suddenly turned around and said loudly.

He spoke almost subconsciously, and the humiliating memories of modern history in later generations came to his heart, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi.

It's just that he treats others in the way of others, and Liu Hongjian feels very comfortable in his heart.

"Lin He, Babala, Kong Ermao, go sit up, this king will take pictures of you!"

A group of people followed Liu Hong to the Duoleng Palace, Liu Hong gradually pointed to the throne of the tsar, took out his mobile phone from the ring, and motioned to the three generals of foot, cavalry and artillery behind him to sit on the throne.

The three of Babala's hearts were also very happy, seeing that Liu Hong gradually had an order to go forward immediately, but the Baba people were tall and big, and the small throne couldn't squeeze the three of them at all.

In the end, Liu Hong gradually had a way, so there was such a photo, the photo was fixed on the seventeenth day of the first month of the third year of Taishun, in the photo, Baba sat firmly on the Tsar's throne, with Lin He sitting on his left leg and Kong Erzi sitting on his right leg.

The three of them had strange expressions and compared to scissorhands.

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