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Chapter 207 I Want to See the Emperor

This is not a battle.

This is a harvest.

When Hu Tingbao's cavalry surged into the loose perimeter of Prince Fu's army with unstoppable force, the expected clashes and fierce battles did not occur.

The cavalrymen at the forefront didn't even bother to brandish their sabers; they simply maintained maximum speed, holding their sabers at an angle, as if they were the scythe of death sweeping across the battlefield.

Whether they were soldiers or panicked refugees, those who stood in their way met the same fate.

A fragile flesh and blood body is no different from a thin sheet of paper in the face of a torrent.

A servant who had just raised his spear was sent flying by a charging warhorse, spear and all, before he could even thrust it out.

A terrified refugee turned to run, but how could his legs outrun a warhorse with four hooves? With a muffled thud, his head was crushed into the soft mud by the horse's hooves, and blood and white matter flew everywhere.

Many more "rebels" died in a state of blank terror.

Before they could even form a complete thought of fear, their lives were taken away by the swiftly passing cavalry.

Perhaps a casually swung saber sliced ​​off half his head, perhaps he was caught by a high-speed lance and then thrown down heavily, or perhaps he was simply trampled into a mess of flesh by countless iron hooves.

These cavalrymen were like a herd of wild horses galloping through a wheat field, while the so-called personal guards under Prince Fu were the wheat waiting to be trampled.

Chaos is spreading, no, collapse is spreading!

The cavalry torrent tore a huge gash in the front, and then continued its relentless charge toward the most conspicuous eight-horse chariot in the center of the army.

The massive shockwaves they generated during their charge spread outwards to both flanks like the aftershocks of a tsunami.

The two flanks of Prince Fu's army collapsed completely before even making contact with the main force of the White-Clad Army. The soldiers threw down their weapons and huddled together with the refugees, scattering and fleeing like headless flies, pushing and trampling each other, resulting in casualties no less than those on the main battlefield.

Amidst this immense chaos, Qin Liangyu personally led her infantry formation forward.

Instead of rushing to kill the fleeing soldiers, they quickly formed several huge encirclements, like a fishing net that was slowly tightening, ensnaring all the Prince Fu's personal guards who had not yet managed to escape.

Thus, the outcome of the entire battle was decided in less than half an hour after it began.

All that's left is to clean up the mess...

……

When the thunderous sound of hooves, like the drumbeat of death, clearly reached the luxurious eight-horse carriage, Prince Fu, Zhu Changxun, who had just been worrying about lamb legs and chops, was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he rolled off the soft couch like a ball of flesh, falling heavily onto the carpet.

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!" he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

He struggled to climb to the car window, lifted a corner of the gold-threaded curtain, and looked out. In just one glance, all the color drained from his face.

He saw the cavalry, whose imposing presence and superior equipment were unlike any army he had ever seen before. His heart, filled with wine, women, and fat, seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand and instantly stopped beating.

A warm current flowed uncontrollably down the inside of his thigh.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely foul odor quickly filled the luxurious carriage.

—The most esteemed prince in the entire Ming Dynasty was so terrified that he wet himself.

The torrent of cavalry easily tore through all obstacles and soon arrived at the conspicuous eight-horse carriage as if it were empty.

Prince Fu, Zhu Changxun, watched helplessly as his last line of defense was so easily torn to shreds, and he completely collapsed.

He gave up on escaping because his obese body simply did not allow him to make any agile movements.

He instinctively shrank into the darkest corner of the carriage, squeezing his obese body into a ball as much as possible, like a huge, wriggling white maggot that realized it was about to be trampled to death. No more complete words could come out of his throat, only incomprehensible howls accompanied by the violent, uncontrollable clanging of his teeth.

……

The fighting, or rather the massacre, quickly subsided.

Hu Tingbao's cavalry ruthlessly took control of the area around the carriage.

A guard rode forward and violently smashed the car door with the end of his lance. He then dragged the already limp Prince Fu out of the car like a dead dog and threw him onto the ground, which was covered in dust and blood.

The dust and sunlight stung Zhu Changxun's eyes. After a moment, he regained his senses and a figure appeared in his blurred vision.

It was a woman clad in light armor, holding a peculiar white spear. She stood there quietly, with a carnage of corpses strewn behind her. The murderous aura emanating from her seemed to chill even the midday sun.

Driven by the instinct for survival, Prince Fu mustered the greatest courage of his life and screamed in a shrill voice, his tone fierce yet weak:
"How dare you! How dare you! I, I am Prince Fu, Zhu Changxun! I am His Majesty's uncle! I am a member of the Ming Dynasty's imperial family! I don't care who you are, I want to see the Emperor! I want to see the Emperor!!"

His shouts sounded particularly jarring on the battlefield.

Qin Liangyu ignored his clamor. With a cold wave of her hand, dozens of Fu Prince's rebel officers who had tried to organize resistance during the battle were brought over. Soldiers smashed their knees with the barrels of their guns, forcing them to kneel in front of the Fu Prince. They were all trembling and their faces were ashen.

Only then did Qin Liangyu slowly walk up to Prince Fu, her blood-stained military boots stopping in front of him.

Qin Liangyu looked at the Prince of Fu's face, which was contorted with fear and anger, and began to speak.

“Of course.” Her voice was calm, yet it carried a chill that sent a shiver down Prince Fu’s spine. “We have come here on imperial orders to… escort you to see the Emperor.”

Upon hearing this, Prince Fu was first taken aback, and then the extreme fear in his eyes was instantly replaced by ecstatic joy.

The deathly fear that almost drowned him dissipated rapidly like the receding tide, followed by the ecstatic joy of being suddenly pulled back from the abyss of hell to the human world!
He's alive! He's survived!
This feeling of escaping death, this huge contrast of going from being a piece of fat on the chopping block to a noble prince, is more intoxicating than the strongest aphrodisiac or the finest wine!

It instantly broke through the last dam of Prince Fu's rationality, causing his innate royal arrogance to erupt like a volcano in a more twisted and frenzied way!

He couldn't even feel that he was still lying on the muddy ground like a dead dog, nor could he feel the sticky, damp heat and the lingering stench in his crotch.

He opened his mouth wide and first made a few strange noises that sounded like air leaking out. Then, the strange noises turned into hysterical laughter!

"Ha...haha...hahahahahaha!" Prince Fu's laughter even carried a hint of cathartic sobs, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably down his face, mingling with the mud on his skin, making him appear like a madman. "You...haha...you know what's good for you! Good for you! You're alive...I'm still alive! As long as I can see the Emperor, I won't die! Haha!"

He struggled, using his fat arms to prop himself up, and in a tone that had regained its authority, questioned Qin Liangyu and ordered the surrounding soldiers:
"Quickly! Prepare a carriage for me! No! Use my own! I need to go to Dezhou immediately! I want the whole world to see how Zhu Youjian dares to treat his own uncle like this! I want to ask him, to his face, whether this world still belongs to the Zhu family! Hahahaha..."

Amidst the Prince of Fu's maniacal laughter, Qin Liangyu's gaze grew increasingly cold.

next second.

Her arm suddenly jerked!
The white-handled spear seemed to come alive in her hand, transforming into a white lightning bolt almost invisible to the naked eye, accompanied by a piercing sound that tore through the air, precisely piercing the chest of Prince Fu, which was as fat as a small mountain!

"puff--!"

The sound of a spear piercing flesh was dull yet clear.

Prince Fu's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, like a duck whose neck had been choked.

He stiffly lowered his head, looking at his chest, his eyes filled with extreme terror and bewilderment.

Qin Liangyu gripped the gun barrel and slowly bent down, speaking coldly in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"His Majesty has decreed: He finds you disgusting, so he will not see you."

She paused, then added the last sentence, as if adding the last handful of soil.

"Go see the founding emperor and ask him yourself!"

(End of this chapter)