Han Gaoyu and his guards stared at the musket in Yuan Long's hands, their throats gone dry with nerves. They kept swallowing.

Yuan Long gave a cold laugh and raised his hand.

Every Ning'an Army soldier leveled his musket in one perfectly drilled motion.

Facing that many muskets, Han Gaoyu and his guards broke out in beads of sweat the size of beans.

Yuan Long pointed at the manacles and leg irons on the ground. "General Han Gaoyu, don't make me say it twice... Put them on yourself and come with me to see my lord prince. Say no, and I promise you'll all be meeting the King of Hell right now."

Han Gaoyu suddenly let out a long, deep sigh. Then he told the guards around him, "Lay down your weapons, all of you!"

As he said it, he threw down his own saber.

He knew full well that against that many muskets, throwing down their weapons and surrendering was their only chance to live.

Clang, clatter!!!

One after another, the guards around him threw down their sabers too.

Han Gaoyu swung down from his horse, walked over, picked up the manacles and leg irons from the ground and put them on himself, looking thoroughly humiliated.

Everything had been fine before dark. He'd only spent a little energy on those two women and dozed off for a while... and when he got up, his city was gone.

Meanwhile, Prince Wu and his men charged into the Xiliang army camp.

"Archer battalion, ready!"

Five thousand archers nocked their arrows and drew their bows to the full.

Prince Wu's voice was low and hard. "Loose!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

A sky full of arrows came whistling down into the enemy camp.

For a while the screaming went on and on!

After a few volleys, Prince Wu shouted at the top of his voice, "Men, follow this prince and charge!"

"Modao army, kill for your father!"

The thirty thousand troops, along with the Ning'an Army and the modao army, surged into the enemy camp like a tide.

The slaughter had begun.

The Xiliang…