Boom!
Luo Xiao quietly watched the battlefield, where flesh and blood flew. The Taiping Army had drawn on nearly every armory around Luoyang and had every kind of siege engine. Its attacks continued day and night, and Luoyang teetered on the brink.
Luoyang alone could not hold out!
Everyone knew this. The emperor and the Dukes and Ministers in the city could only pin their hopes on an army rallying to the emperor.
Luoyang would have to hold out for at least half a year, perhaps even a year, before the Feudal Lords East of the Passes could regroup and tap their potential for war anew.
But alas.
The hearts of those in Luoyang were already lost. Crown Prince Bian had fled, and All Under Heaven now had a second political center. Countless people were wondering: would the Feudal Lords rallying to the emperor really come?
There was another utterly terrifying matter that almost no one dared voice.
If Crown Prince Bian inherited the Imperial Throne, could he be crowned Son of Heaven?
Probably not!
Had the Han Dynasty truly lost its Mandate of Heaven?
The importance of the Mandate of Heaven to a regime's rule was beyond what ordinary people could imagine. A regime without it could scarcely hold people's hearts.
"First to Scale!"
As the Taiping Army repeatedly stormed the battlements, the panic inside Luoyang finally set everything off. In a short time, Luo Xiao received dozens of letters offering to coordinate with him from within.
Once again, beneath the blazing sun,
Luo Xiao rode forward and halted amid the vast army. Gazing at towering Luoyang and listening to the rushing murmur of the Luo River, he held no spear in his hand, but instead drew an exceedingly ornate Ritual Sword.
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