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Chapter 1116 No Surrender Accepted

"Cavalry—follow me and kill!"

The earth trembled, and the cavalry charged.

Jiang Qin took the lead, raising his blood-dripping ring-pommel sword high and shouting angrily.

Behind him, the three hundred Han light cavalrymen, like cheetahs that had been lying in wait, suddenly burst out from both flanks of the army! The warhorses they rode were tall and magnificent, far superior to the small horses of the Dog Slave Kingdom, and their charge was as powerful as thunder.

Instead of charging towards the enemy's central formation, which they were attempting to regroup, the cavalry spread out along the flanks like two sharp scimitars, blocking the enemy's escape route.

Hooves thundered, sabers flashed. Jiang Qin charged ahead, his blade gleaming. The head of a Dog Slave leader, who was rallying his soldiers, flew into the air, his headless body gushing blood as he fell to the ground. The cavalry followed closely behind, cutting down the fleeing enemy like butter with a hot knife through butter. Countless heads rolled down the battlefield. Faced with the unstoppable iron cavalry on both flanks, the fleeing soldiers had no choice but to turn and charge back towards their own central lines.
"do not come!"

"Go away!"

Those who retreat will die!

Yamamoto Kumano was completely panicked.

The routed soldiers swarmed towards the central army's main camp, causing chaos throughout the entire army and rendering them unable to organize any defense.

Meanwhile, the main infantry formation of the Han army also began to move.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

The heavy thud of combat boots echoed in unison, accompanied by rhythmic growls from the soldiers. Swordsmen and shield bearers led the charge, followed by halberdiers; the entire phalanx, like a heavy and unstoppable steel behemoth, began its assault, chasing the fleeing troops towards the enemy's center.

Their speed wasn't fast, but their strict discipline and overwhelming momentum put even more psychological pressure on the Dog Slave Kingdom people than the rain of arrows they had just received.

Many of the fleeing soldiers who lagged behind turned around and saw the ever-approaching steel jungle. Terrified, their legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground, where they were trampled to death by their own fleeing comrades.

"Stop them! Stop these idiots!" Yamamoto Kuma swung his sword, slashing at a fleeing soldier who had crashed into the center of the army. Hot blood splattered on his face, but it did nothing to quell the panic in his heart. His central army, which had been the last elite force, was now being routed by the fleeing soldiers. The deserters were running around like headless flies, knocking down shield-bearing samurai, scattering archers, and even throwing the central army's formation into chaos.

Before Yamamoto Kumano could reorganize his formation, the heavy footsteps of the Han infantry phalanx thundered in their ears. The swordsmen and shieldmen firmly planted their iron shields in the ground, forming a gleaming steel wall; the halberdiers extended their halberds from the gaps in their shields, the dense array of halberd tips resembling a forest of death, slowly advancing towards the chaotic central army of the Dog Slave Kingdom.

"Kill! Fight them to the death!" roared a nobleman from the Dog Slave Kingdom, brandishing a ring-pommel sword he had snatched from the Han envoy, and charged first into the Han army formation. But before he could get close, two Han halberdiers simultaneously thrust their halberds forward, the sharp tips instantly piercing his chest and lifting him high into the air. Blood flowed down the halberd shafts, dripping onto the ground with a "drip-drip" sound.

This scene completely shattered the last will of resistance of the Dog Slave Kingdom warriors. They looked at the steel square formation that was closing in step by step, at the crossbowmen who were still pouring arrows down from behind the square formation, and at the cavalry on both flanks who were reaping lives like the Grim Reaper. They finally understood that this battle had never been in suspense from the very beginning.

"Run!" Someone shouted these two words first, and then the entire central army of the Dog Slave Kingdom completely collapsed. Warriors threw down their weapons and ran wildly towards the royal city. Some even drew their swords and slashed at their own people in order to save their lives. Chaos spread like a plague, and the once "great army" had now become a mob of people only concerned with their own survival.

Yamamoto Kuma stared at the scene before him, his eyes filled with despair. He knew that defeat was inevitable, and there was no way to salvage the situation. But he was unwilling—unwilling to accept that his ambitions would be shattered, unwilling to accept that the Kingdom of Dog Slave would be destroyed.

So Yamamoto Kumano gritted his teeth, suddenly raised his ring-pommel sword, and charged toward the Han army formation, muttering his family name and the rank of general, declaring that he would fight the Han army's commander-in-chief.

However.
Puff, puff, puff.

He was attacked by swords, spears, and halberds in turn, but no one in the Han army paid any attention to his babbling.

Moments later, this ambitious general of the Dog Slave Kingdom was trampled into a pile of mud by the advancing Han army formation.

“Uh, General Taishi, wasn’t that a general from the Dog Slave Kingdom? Shouldn’t we arrest and interrogate him?” A junior officer belatedly realized that the little dwarf who had been squawking like a chicken had dressed differently from the other beggars.

Upon hearing this, Taishi Ci curled his lip and said, "The chieftain of a small, insignificant tribe is dead, so what? Why the need for trial?"

Taishi Ci snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged battlefield, and said, "His Highness has ordered that no prisoners of war be taken in this battle. Anyone carrying a weapon shall be executed!"

At the command, the Han soldiers showed no mercy. A forest of halberds advanced, and the gleaming of their ring-pommel swords swiftly annihilated all the Gou Nu Kingdom warriors who had fallen to the ground feigning death or knelt begging for mercy.

Blood stained the land outside the capital. The cries of the Gou Nu Kingdom soldiers mingled with the merciless hacking sounds of the Han army, creating a cruel symphony of conquest.

"No!"

"It's over. It's all over."

On the city wall, King Himiko witnessed this scene, his face ashen, and he collapsed to the ground. His last hope—the elite army led by Yamamoto Kumano—had been annihilated in less than an hour. The Han army's fighting power far exceeded his expectations; it was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.

"This... how is this possible?" Himiya Yuuko muttered to himself, his mind nearly collapsing. Only now did he truly understand how correct the Grand Tutor's warning had been, but it was all too late.

They watched helplessly as their army of over ten thousand men was gradually annihilated by the Han army from the city walls, their hands and feet turning cold and their bodies becoming utterly weak.

The setting sun is like blood.

The reinforcements from the Dog Slave Kingdom outside the city, except for a very few who managed to escape into the mountains and forests in the chaos, were mostly either killed in battle or hunted down by the pursuing cavalry, leaving corpses strewn across the fields and rivers of blood.

"My lord! We can't resist anymore! Open the gates and surrender! Otherwise, we're all doomed!"

Seeing that the Han army had begun to clean up the battlefield and was about to turn its attention to them, the Grand Preceptor, Goguchi, squeezed his way to Himiko's side amidst the chaos and pleaded with her in a shrill voice.

"Yes, surrender! Surrender now!"

The Grand Preceptor's words were immediately echoed by the surrounding nobles, who surrounded the stunned king and urged him to open the gates and surrender in order to save his life and the lives of his family.

However, Himiko seemed not to hear him, and just stared blankly at the sky.

Because there, against the backdrop of a fiery sunset, a large golden bird was spreading its wings and flying towards them.

That was the mount of the God-King, carrying that god-like figure, speeding towards them with unstoppable momentum.

Griffin's enormous wings stirred up the clouds, and suddenly lightning flashed across the sky.

Himiko's lips moved weakly, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Himiko knew that she was doomed; the chance to surrender was gone.

Sure enough, the next moment, a bolt of lightning struck the city wall.

Suddenly, the world turned white, and Himiko lost all consciousness.
(End of this chapter)