Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Xia Yuan roared angrily from below the city wall, his voice filled with rage.

"Fourth brother! You at least accepted that little bastard Xia Jie's secret decree!"

"Not only did they refuse to send troops to punish Lin Mo, but they also stabbed me in the back!"

"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, what kind of skill is that!"

"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune? No, no, no."

Xia Heng stretched out a slender finger and waved it in front of him.

"Second brother, you're wronging me."

"I did indeed send troops."

"Look, the entire army has already come out of your Xicang City's bed!"

Xia Heng picked up a clean white silk handkerchief from the silver plate beside him and slowly wiped the grape juice off his fingertips.

Then, he casually tossed the silk handkerchief off the city wall.

The silk handkerchief fluttered in the wind and landed right in front of Xia Yuan's inferior horse's hooves.

"You fucking..."

"My mom?"

Xia Heng interrupted him, looking serious.

"My mom is doing well. She even went to Cui Liu Xuan to listen to a concert yesterday, and she looks radiant."

Xia Heng's smile faded, and his tone turned cold.

"Second brother, I'm not trying to be mean, but we're relatives of the royal family, so you should watch your manners when you speak."

"Stop calling her 'your mom' all the time, that's your aunt."

"You son of a bitch!"

Xia Yuan was furious.

The loss of 100,000 troops in the northern border, and their humiliation at the hands of Lin Mo, had already caused him unbearable pain.

Now, after a near-death experience, I've managed to escape home.

My home is gone!

The money was stolen! The grain was seized!

That damn Xia Heng is actually lecturing him on etiquette in such a sarcastic way!

"Xia Heng! You beast! You shameless scoundrel!"

Xia Yuan completely broke down, cursing loudly, spitting everywhere.

"Aren't you afraid that when your elder brother comes out of seclusion, he'll charge you with treason!"

Aren't you afraid the whole world will talk behind your back?

Upon hearing the words "elder brother".

Xia Heng suddenly burst into laughter.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears welling up in his eyes, and he even kicked over the fruit plate in front of him.

"Big brother?"

Xia Heng stood up and crushed a grape with one foot.

He walked to the very edge of the city wall, placed his hands on the parapet, and looked down at Xia Yuan from his elevated position.

His once carefree face now only showed extreme coldness and ambition.

"Second brother, second brother, is your brain filled with nothing but yellow sand?"

"My elder brother has been in seclusion cultivating that damned path to immortality for so many years, and hasn't shown his face in ages. Who knows if he's dead or alive?"

"Right now, it's that brat Xia Jie who's causing trouble in the court!"

"He thinks he can command us powerful vassal kings with just a few tattered pieces of paper stamped with the imperial seal?"

"hehe."

Xia Heng sneered, his voice piercing through the sandstorm.

"Do you really think that the Great Xia Dynasty is still the same Great Xia Dynasty as before?"

Xia Heng sat on a luxurious rosewood couch, his feet resting on the hard stone battlements.

"Oh, right, second brother, I forgot to tell you something."

Xia Heng slapped his forehead, feigning sudden realization.

"I'll gladly accept the three million taels of silver in your treasury; it'll be just enough to reward my 100,000 good brothers who are guarding the city."

"And those twenty-eight concubines in your backyard, tsk tsk, Second Brother, your eye for women is indeed better than your ability to fight."

Xia Heng touched his chin and smacked his lips, as if he was savoring something.

"Especially that one, what was his name again? Oh right, Cui Cui."

"That waistline, that voice, it really is... very smooth..."

Should we urge them?

Cui Cui!

Xia Yuan's mind went blank.

That was a top-quality slender horse that he bought from the water towns of Jiangnan for 50,000 taels of silver!

We just brought them in last month!

Because of the urgency of the military situation, he didn't even touch the woman's finger before hastily leading his troops into battle.

Now, this son of a bitch has gotten away with it!

The hatred of the stolen city and the resentment of the taken concubine.

Don't share it!

"I'll kill you!!!"

Xia Yuan went completely insane.

The string of reason snapped in two.

He whirled around, his sword pointing directly at the towering city wall, and roared at the 30,000 remaining soldiers behind him.

"All troops, listen up! Attack the city!"

"Take Xicang City, cut off Xia Heng's head, and you'll receive a reward of ten thousand taels of silver! You'll be promoted three ranks!"

Thirty thousand remaining soldiers were frozen in place.

The dry, cold wind whipped up yellow sand, swirling past their tattered armor.

Siege?

There were no siege ladders. No battering rams. No catapults.

All he had in his hands was a dull, broken sword and a snapped spear.

Even the wooden shields were completely lost at Broken Soul Cliff.

To use one's own body to smash into this ten-zhang-high stone city wall?

This isn't a siege, this is suicide!

"Didn't you hear the order?! Charge! Anyone who retreats will be executed on the spot!"

The dozens of guards behind Xia Yuan drew their swords and held them directly to the necks of the soldiers behind him.

He then cut down several soldiers who showed hesitation.

The smell of blood assaulted everyone's senses.

Several lieutenants gritted their teeth and raised their dulled weapons high.

"Brothers! Let's fight! Kill—!"

Thirty thousand people surged toward the moat in a chaotic frenzy, like a flock of sheep being herded.

There was no formation, no cover.

On the city wall.

Xia Heng looked down at the fleeing soldiers swarming like ants, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"A fool is a fool; he falls for any kind of reverse psychology."

He raised his right hand and gently pressed it down.

"Release the arrows."

The creaking sound of taut bowstrings echoed across the city wall.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Arrows rained down, tearing through the air.

Cover the sky.

The steel arrow, with its immense downward force, pierced deeply into the pile of wounded soldiers.

*Pfft.* *Pfft.*

The sharp blade sliced ​​through flesh and blood, penetrating bone.

The first few hundred people running were instantly pinned to the ground.

A young soldier was shot through the throat by an arrow, and he collapsed by the moat, clutching his neck as blood gushed out.

An old soldier was shot in the leg and fell into the muddy water, where he was trampled into a pulp by the people who rushed up behind him.

The screams tore through the fierce winds of the western wilderness.

The water in the moat was dyed a glaring crimson in the blink of an eye.

The severed limbs and broken arms rolled with the current.

"Raise your shields! Raise your shields!"

The lieutenant shouted at the top of his lungs.

Where did the shield come from?

The soldiers could only desperately pull the bodies of their fallen comrades over their shoulders and hold them up tightly.

Or they might simply cover their head with their hands and blindly rush forward.

The second round of arrow rain followed seamlessly.

It fell with a whoosh.

Round three.

A brutal, one-sided massacre.

Xia Yuan stood in a safe area three hundred paces away, carrying a knife.

He watched helplessly as his soldiers fell in rows, like wheat being harvested.

They didn't even get to touch the drawbridge over the moat.

The corpses piled up into a small mountain at the foot of the city wall.

Xia Heng lay back down on the soft couch.

He picked up the luminous cup handed to him by the beautiful woman from the Western Regions and slowly savored the bright red wine.

He didn't even glance down at the city walls.

"Your Highness! Let's retreat! We really can't fight anymore!"

A lieutenant crawled back from the pile of corpses.

A white-feathered arrow pierced through the groin.

Blood trickled down his trouser leg, leaving a shocking red line on the sand.

"The brothers can't hold on any longer! If we keep fighting, we'll be all alone!"

withdraw.

Where to retreat?

The world is vast, and the land is expansive.

Where can Xia Yuan find refuge?

Ahead of him was his younger brother, who had taken over his lair and slept with his woman.

Behind them was Lin Mo, who could gather his troops and attack at any moment.

He was the King of Qi of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The overlord of the Western Wilderness, commanding an army of 400,000.

Now, it's become a homeless dog with nowhere to even sleep!

It felt like a piece of burning charcoal had been stuffed into my chest.

My internal organs were churning violently.

The evil fire surged up his spine and shot straight to the top of his head, burning his vision until it turned black.

"Xia Heng..."

"Lin Mo..."

A low, beast-like growl rolled from Xia Yuan's throat.

He suddenly raised his sword, intending to cut down the deputy general who had retreated in the face of battle.

You can raise your arm halfway.

froze.

A sudden, overwhelming, metallic sweetness surged up in my throat.

"puff--!"

A large mouthful of black blood gushed out of his mouth.

The blood mist exploded in mid-air, spraying the lieutenant's head and face.

Clang.

The sword slipped from his hand and smashed against a rock.

Xia Yuan's tall and robust body resembled a hollowed-out piece of rotten wood.

He fell straight off the horse.

boom!

It crashed heavily onto the muddy ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Your Highness!"

"The prince has fainted! A military doctor! Quickly, find a military doctor!"