The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 257 One-Sided

The four main gates, along with their gate towers, were all blown to smithereens.

The moat embankment was destroyed, and all the water in the river rushed out of the city.

No one knows what methods General Gan used, but he managed to build a sturdy wooden bridge over the moat at the south gate.

The city gates, which would have taken thousands of troops to breach, were now open to the vanguard army.

If not now, when?
Once the vanguard cavalry had eaten and drunk their fill and recovered, they quickly mounted their horses.

When they reached the moat, they could only see their general, who had already ridden that wild horse, King of Horses, into Hami City.

Horse King gallops at lightning speed.

Four strong iron hooves, plus the wooden gun in the hand of the horse's rider.

Wherever they went, they left behind a trail of bloodshed and carnage.

The herd of wild horses following closely behind Horse King followed suit.

The wild horse's night vision is extraordinary.

Ignoring everything, they charged and trampled the oncoming guards of the Prince's Palace.

As expected of a wild horse, it's incredibly untamed!
Upon hearing the news, King Chungshun's personal guards dropped their longbows, which were unsuitable for close-range attacks, and raised their swords to meet the enemy.

Unfortunately, what awaited them was a deadly weapon—the Jade-Faced Rakshasa.

She was wearing a battle suit made by the post-apocalyptic base, which was impervious to blades and bullets.

Wearing night vision goggles, she moved with ease in the darkness as if it were daytime.

With a divine wooden spear in hand, he made almost no unnecessary feints.

One shot, one kill!
Every shot hits its target!
Just as they were easily killing their way to the twentieth or so enemy, a tall horse galloped towards them from the inner city.

The other horse was almost twice the size of the Wild Horse King.

The color of the horse's coat could not be seen through the night vision goggles, but its strong physique made it clear that it was a top-quality steed.

A BMW for a hero!
So, has a capable fighter arrived?

Gan Minglan's eyes gleamed.

She has very good teeth and loves to gnaw on hard bones like these.

"drive!"

The wild horse beneath him, King of Horses, sensed its master's excitement. Compared to the Western Region steed that was a head taller than itself, it showed no fear whatsoever.

Charge! Charge! Charge!
It's near, it's near!
The dull thud of the scimitar clashing with the wooden spear rang out.

A brief contest.

Their strength was surprisingly evenly matched!
Both sides were somewhat surprised.

The first person I've ever met in my life!
The man with the knife had no idea that the man opposite him with the wooden stick, besides being strong, also had a wide variety of skills.

As he focused all his attention on the blade, a grapevine as thick as a baby's arm quietly wrapped around his neck.

By the time he noticed, the grapevines had begun to tighten and exert force.

After hearing a few sounds of neck bones being snapped,

A hero has fallen from grace!

The hero's henchmen wanted to turn around and run away.

But how could they possibly outrun the wooden gun in General Gan's hand?
General Gan led the vanguard battalion in a horizontal push.

The vanguard soldiers behind them also raised their muskets.

"bang"

Those who see have a share.

Two shots per person!

The war continued in this one-sided manner.

The outcome was no surprise.

They overwhelmed the personal guards of Prince Zhongshun's mansion, leaving them utterly defenseless.

After killing the last enemy soldier standing in your field of vision.

General Gan raised his arms and shouted:
"All personnel, target: Prince Zhongshun's residence, capture Prince Zhongshun alive!"

"Capture Prince Zhongshun alive!"

"Capture Prince Zhongshun alive!"

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Inside the Prince's residence, guards continuously relayed news of the battle situation.

Upon hearing that the city gate tower had been destroyed and the moat embankment had been breached, King Chungshun turned ashen-faced.

Fire and Thunder!

The Han army used fire bombs!
He just couldn't understand it.

In less than a day and a night, how did the enemy manage to bury and ignite fire mines under the city gate tower without the sight of the city guards?!

Bad news followed one after another:

"It's terrible, Your Highness! The Han army has stormed the city!"

King Chungshun's eyes were bloodshot: "Go out and meet the enemy! All of you, go out and meet the enemy! Anyone who is cowardly will be killed without mercy!"

He still had a sliver of hope: no matter how strong the Han army was, with a two-to-one ratio, they still had a 50% chance of winning!

As a result, a quarter of an hour later, King Chungsun's last hope was shattered.

"Your Highness, General Wu was killed by a fierce general leading the Han army before he even left the city!"

General Wu is the commander of their royal guard.

He possessed a pair of incredibly strong arms, and his martial prowess was among the best of all the generals in the Khanate.

He had only led his troops into battle a quarter of an hour ago.

Who would have thought that he would die in battle so soon!
King Chungsun slumped into his throne, his eyes vacant, muttering, "It's over, it's over, it's completely over."

at the same time.

The backyard of the Prince's mansion was also in complete chaos.

The slaves all went to the battlefield.

The maids swarmed around their master.

As the youngest son of the Queen Mother of the Kashgar Khanate, King Zhongshun married four principal wives in one go ten years ago under her arrangement.

These principal wives were all the most favored legitimate daughters of noble families in the Kashgar Khanate.

The queens originally thought that marrying the legitimate prince would bring them one step closer to the throne of queen.

Unexpectedly, they had only been married for three months.

The former king passed away, and a new king ascended to the throne.

The prince they married, Zhongshun, failed to be chosen in the imperial court and was exiled to Hami Guard.

This means that King Chungsun's branch of the royal family will forever be barred from the throne and will remain estranged from the center of power for a long time to come.

The queens of King Chungsun were incredibly frustrated.

Fortunately, Hamiwei has a relatively good natural environment. Although the Gobi Desert covers a large area, there are still a few oases suitable for human habitation.

For at least half the year, there is a constant supply of sweet fruits and vegetables, and delicious beef, mutton, and camel meat can be enjoyed at every meal.

Moreover, Hami City was a must-pass place for merchants from the Western Regions on the Silk Road.

Gold, silver, gems, and fine horses from the Western Regions, along with the finest porcelain and most magnificent silk brocades from the Central Plains, were always the first choice for the imperial concubines.

In addition to the exploitation of the common people of Hami by King Chungshun, the four queens were quite wealthy.

Aside from the scheming and infighting within the inner quarters, they truly haven't had enough of life yet!
When news of the city's fall arrived, the imperial concubines, who had never witnessed such a scene, were thrown into a panic.

Instruct their respective maids:

"Quickly, quickly hide my gold, silver, jewels, and brocades in the secret room of my bedchamber! That is all the wealth I have painstakingly accumulated over ten years."

"Don't hide all the good things away. Put some clumsy gilded ornaments on top, and then pick out some land deeds, house deeds, and the like."

"Ah! Quickly go outside and call some guards to help me carry this chest! If that doesn't work, take out the gold ingots inside!"

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The queens hurriedly arranged their hard-earned wealth.

Secret chambers are plentiful in the royal palace!

The prince's concubines could only huddle together, trembling with fear.

The young masters of the Prince's mansion were all awakened from their beds by the sound of explosions.

The oldest of them are all under ten years old.

Their faces were tense, and they held the short swords that symbolized their identities, anxiously awaiting their fate.

The youngest is still a three-month-old baby who is woken up in the middle of the night and just cries loudly.

With such a bustling mansion, it's hard not to attract attention!
(End of this chapter)