If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

The sky was overcast, dark clouds loomed overhead, and the muffled sound of war drums echoed from outside the imperial city.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The deep voice signaled the team's imminent attack.

An unusually tense atmosphere prevailed atop the city walls.

Since they won two battles against overwhelming odds under Zhao Yu's leadership, they have not been nervous.

But now, because the Wolf Kingdom used a loudspeaker to spread the message about the meat shield last time, everyone is hesitant to act rashly.

On the one hand, they were worried that the attack would be aimed at their own people, and on the other hand, they were worried that the emperor would not allow them to fire the cannons, and that a bloody battle would have to be fought after the enemy pressed forward.

Meng Qianshan was dressed in heavy armor and had a sword at his waist. He kept looking into the distance, where the dark shadows of the Wolf Kingdom's army had become one.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

With a loud shout from Wei An, Zhao Yu, dressed in bright yellow armor, strode up the city wall.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Meng Qianshan and the other generals all knelt on one knee.

"Rise."

Zhao Yu arrived at the city wall and looked at the Wolf Kingdom army in the distance.

"Commander Meng, have you prepared everything I entrusted to you?"

Meng Qianshan immediately bowed in response.

"Your Majesty, I have personally taught three hundred skilled tear gas throwers how to use them and have them practice repeatedly."

The masks soaked in herbal water have been distributed to the city gates and are ready for immediate use.

"As long as the Wolf Kingdom's army dares to press forward, I guarantee that those iron lumps will fall evenly and accurately into the enemy ranks!"

Zhao Yu nodded.

"Well done."

Looking at the increasingly well-formed Wolf Kingdom team, Meng Qianshan hesitated before asking:

"Your Majesty, can a mere magical artifact that emits smoke truly repel the enemy?"

Zhao Yu revealed a mysterious smile and said:

"Just wait and see what happens."

Defeating the enemy was a piece of cake.

The power of tear gas is equivalent to burying your head in chili powder and breathing it. Without the ability to hold your breath using internal force, you will definitely run away if you smell it.

Zhao Yu spoke again and gave the order:

"Select 1,500 elite soldiers from the Imperial Guard, equip them with light armor and herbal masks, and assign them to various city gates to await orders. As soon as I give the signal, open the city gates immediately and rescue the people."

Upon hearing this, Meng Qianshan was completely stunned.

"Leave the city? Your Majesty, there are 30,000 elite troops from the Wolf Kingdom outside the city!"

Taking the initiative? That... the chances of saving them are slim. If they seize the opportunity to break in, the capital will be in danger!

Zhao Yu waved his hand.

"You don't need to worry about those things. Just arrange the manpower and carry out the orders."

"……yes."

Meng Qianshan's heart was pounding, but he could only bow and agree.

Zhao Yu then pointed to the red-clad cannon position not far away.

"Also, have the gunners raise all the cannons and set the firing point at 800 paces away."

Meng Qianshan was taken aback. "Eight hundred paces?"

"That's eight hundred steps."

Zhao Yu turned around to confirm.

"Your subordinate obeys!" Meng Qianshan could only respond, puzzled, when he saw Zhao Yu's gaze.

Meng Qianshan accepted the order and left, his mind in turmoil.

At a distance of 800 paces, actual tests showed that the accuracy of the red-coated cannons was almost zero. Could they really stop the Wolf Kingdom's army?

However, this cannon was originally a divine artifact bestowed by His Majesty. His Majesty must have his reasons for doing this, and I believe His Majesty does!

The order was quickly relayed.

On the city wall, the gunners worked together to adjust the angle of their cannons.

Behind the city gate, 1,500 imperial guards quickly changed into light armor and covered their faces with cloths soaked in cool, stimulating herbal water, even hiding their eyes behind the cloths.

One thousand five thousand imperial guards, divided into four teams, stood guard behind the city gate, awaiting orders.

Boom!

dong dong!

Boom boom boom!

The sound of war drums outside the city suddenly intensified, and the drumbeats became increasingly dense.

This is the order for the Wolf Kingdom's army to launch an attack.

Zhao Yu also saw Xiaoyue Jinquan, in the middle of the army, on a very conspicuous large sedan chair!

……

Amidst the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the army, a brightly colored sedan chair stood prominently.

A large area was cleared around the sedan chair, forming an open space.

This made the sedan chair stand out awkwardly in the army.

Inside the sedan chair, Xiaoyue Jinquan leaned back on the soft couch, swirling a wine cup in one hand and groping a beautiful woman's body with the other, looking quite relaxed.

The general standing to the side glanced enviously at the beautiful woman next to Xiaoyue Jinquan.

The Wolf Lord personally issued an order forbidding women from appearing in the army, but clearly, this order does not need to be enforced under Xiaoyue Jinquan.

In Xiaoyue Jinquan's words, he needs a woman to clear his mind.

"Hehe, it seems that our Emperor of Liang intends to personally oversee the battle." Xiaoyue Jinquan said to him at this moment.

The general quickly regained his senses, looked at the bright yellow figure on the city wall, and bowed to report:

"Could it be that the Emperor of Liang does not intend to give up the cannons, but instead fires them regardless of the people's safety?"

"Your Highness, if he really opens fire, I'm afraid our vanguard won't be able to hold him off."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Xiaoyue Jinquan took a sip of the fine wine and revealed a smug smile.

"So what if he opens fire? So what if he loses the entire vanguard of 10,000 men?"

Without the support of the people and the army, how long can he hold out?

This plan will surely lead to his defeat!

For Xiaoyue Jinquan, the victory was already secured, and he could finally shed his facade of elegance and reveal his true nature to enjoy himself.

He didn't care about the tens of thousands of soldiers who would die because of his words.

"Alright, enough with the foreplay. Time to beat the drums and let the Emperor of Liang present the main event."

"yes!"

The general accepted the order and immediately issued commands.

The drumbeats suddenly turned, becoming increasingly rapid.

Upon hearing the drumbeats, the generals of the Wolf Kingdom on all sides began to lead their armies to charge towards the imperial city.

Woohoo!

Tatata!

The sounds of running and shouting rang out from all sides of the imperial city.

……

"Your Majesty, the enemy has entered within 800 paces! Should we open fire?"

Looking at the dark mass of enemy troops charging towards him, Meng Qianshan nervously asked for instructions.

Zhao Yu shook his head.

"It's still early."

The Wolf Kingdom's army surged in like a tidal wave, and soon, the vanguard rushed into the range of five hundred paces.

The imperial guards on the city wall stared intently at the charging Wolf Kingdom army, the atmosphere extremely tense.

But Zhao Yu still did not give the order.

Even when thrown by specially trained martial artists, tear gas canisters can only travel a maximum distance of two hundred paces.

He had to ensure that the entire Wolf Kingdom army's formation, from beginning to end, was within tear gas range.

The battle cries shook the heavens as the vanguard of the Wolf Kingdom's army had already reached the city walls.

Among the crowd, people could even see the people of Daliang who were being led around like livestock by ropes, and were being held by the Wolf Kingdom's army.

tower!

tower!

tower!

One after another, simple ladders were erected on the city wall.

On the city wall, apart from the soldiers responsible for throwing weapons, everyone gripped their weapons tightly, ready to engage in battle.

"Your Majesty! Shall we vote now?"

Meng Qianshan was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Zhao Yu suddenly raised one hand, his eyes fixed on the distance between the Wolf Kingdom army's rear and the city wall.

Two hundred and fifty steps...

Two hundred and twenty steps...

Two hundred steps!

It's now!

Zhao Yu swung his raised arm down sharply and gave the order.

"Throw!"

The messenger, who had been waiting in advance, immediately struck the signal gong!

clang!!!

Upon receiving the order, the tear gas throwers stationed throughout the city wall did not hesitate to pull out the fuses of the tear gas canisters in their hands and then threw them with all their might!