Ning Chen looked down at Cui Haocang and his broken legs, his eyes cold.

"Cui Haocang, do you still remember the sixty thousand Great Xuan soldiers you people slaughtered?"

It wasn't only Cui Haocang's legs that were broken. Yuan Long had broken his arms too. He lay on the ground like a heap of mud, moaning in agony.

Ning Chen spoke flatly. "Don't worry, you won't die just yet... One stroke of a blade would be letting you off too easy. You have to pay a heavy price for what you've done, enough to quiet the bitterness and rage of those sixty thousand heroic souls.

General Yuan, have him taken away and kept under close guard!"

Yuan Long was about to say This officer obeys but caught himself in time. He gave a nod, then said, "Someone! Take him away and keep him under close guard!"

"Yes, sir!"

Cui Haocang was dragged off.

Ning Chen's gaze moved to the soldiers clearing the road. The way was open now.

"The road's clear. Next, we need General Lei to blast a path with the cannon... and Yuan Long to charge in with the cavalry.

This officer thinks that since the Gaoli Kingdom's forty thousand have come, they shouldn't be going home... Otherwise, how would we ever answer to the heroic souls of the sixty thousand Great Xuan soldiers who died in the Gaoli Kingdom?"

Yuan Long and Lei An understood. Ning Chen had just given the massacre order.

Yuan Long nodded. "Well said, Adviser Long... This is our Great Xuan's land. Since they've come, they can stay."

Lei An nodded along.

The two of them began calling up their men.

The road was no more than a thousand feet wide, so it couldn't hold very many men.

But that had an advantage too: they could charge in waves, and nobody would wear out.

Lei An led his men forward, pushing the cannon.

Yuan Long followed close behind with five thousand men.

The Gaoli Kingdom's army was still running around like flies with their heads off.

Five cannon were lined up side by…