The Ning'an Army had run out of arrows!

Seeing it, Kang Luo roared, "Get them! Kill them all!"

At the head of the Ning'an Army, Yue Congyun calmly watched the Nanyue cavalry charge.

Then, slowly, she raised her hand. "Grenades!"

Grenade after grenade flew into the mass of men.

Boom, boom, boom!!!

Amid the earthshaking blasts, horses screamed, men shrieked, and flesh and blood flew.

This bunch of sly old bastards in the Ning'an Army had learned everything Ning Chen had to teach.

They lived by one thing he'd told them: on the battlefield, if it kills the enemy, no trick is too dirty.

More than a thousand grenades going off at once. It was nothing short of hell.

Even at the very back, Kang Luo's vision went black from the blasts. His warhorse spooked and threw him from the saddle.

In the Nanyue cavalry's ranks, everything fell into chaos.

Yue Congyun shouted sharply, "Ning'an Army, charge with me! Take Kang Luo alive for my lord prince!"

Led by Yue Congyun, the Ning'an Army charged.

By now the whole battlefield was in chaos, with bodies everywhere.

The Great Xuan soldiers were killing like madmen.

Wherever the war banners went, they killed their way after them.

Many of the Nanyue war banners had been cut down, and the whole Nanyue army had boiled over.

With no banners to follow, they were like flies with their heads off, running every which way.

Ning Chen's order this time was to wipe them out. There was no such thing as sparing the ones who surrendered.

Ning Chen rode out of the city.

Pan Yucheng, Tantai Qingyue and the others kept close guard around him.

Pan Yucheng saw the cold sweat on Ning Chen's forehead and asked anxiously, "Can you hold up?"

Xiao Yanxi had said his injuries were still serious and he was in no shape to ride. One look at him, and anyone could tell he was forcing himself.

The corners of Ning Chen's mouth kept quivering. Truth be told, he couldn't take much more.

The explosion had injured his insides.

His whole…