Ning Chen glanced at the Fourth Prince. "Well? Charge."

The Fourth Prince came to himself with a start.

"All of you, charge with me!"

The Fourth Prince went first himself and charged into the city.

Fifty thousand men poured toward Linxuan City like a flood.

Inside the city the muskets went off in a storm.

That was Ning Chen's order: once inside, use the muskets right away.

It has to be understood that besides a musket every soldier of the Ning'an Army carried hand grenades and a compound bow, and on top of that a piece of rebar, a weapon out of the gods' own armory.

As Ning Chen's own guard, they were naturally not going to shame Ning Chen.

They carried everything before them.

The Xiliang men thought Che Mingzhe had been blown to death. With no head to the dragon they were in complete confusion.

And then they ran into troops like the Ning'an Army, hard men under hard officers.

One exchange, and they were broken past holding.

The crux of it was that there was no honor in the Ning'an Army at all: muskets on sight, hand grenades the moment they closed, then compound bows... and only when nothing else would do were they willing to go hand-to-hand.

The rebar in their hands could fairly be called a peerless weapon of the gods. It came down and the blade broke and the man died.

The heavy armored cavalry were Xiliang's picked troops.

Then they met the Ning'an Army, hand grenades flying across the whole sky, and they went down, men and horses together... and then the Ning'an Army closed and gave them the rebar.

Their heavy armor could not stand up to the rebar coming down either.

The great Xiliang army threw away helmets and armor and fell back, position after position.

The Fourth Prince's men could only follow behind the Ning'an Army picking up what was left, with envy all over their faces... A look at what the other side carried, and then a look at their own — no comparison. There was simply no comparison.