The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

Inside the Taiji Hall, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air.

Pull your gaze away.

Leap over the high walls and gaze beyond the vast expanse of the imperial city.

The area outside the imperial city had long since become a suffocating hellish inferno.

The pitch-black night was torn apart.

One hundred thousand rebel soldiers, clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp blades.

They were lined up densely in the square and streets outside the palace, stretching as far as the eye could see.

One hundred thousand blazing torches were held high in the air.

The towering flames illuminated the clouds above the capital city, turning them a blood-red hue.

A vast red ocean composed of flames and steel.

The massive army completely surrounded the Da Yuan Imperial Palace.

Not even a bird could escape from the impenetrable encirclement, let alone a human.

The oppressive feeling brought about by the gathering of 100,000 troops is enough to make anyone lose the courage to resist.

At the very front of the army formation were dozens of giant siege ladders, each several meters high.

Below the ladder were huge wooden wheels, pushed by hundreds of burly men with bare upper bodies.

Directly opposite the vermilion gates of the palace, a battering ram resembling a giant beast was already in place.

The main body of the battering ram is made from a single log of a century-old tree that requires three people to encircle.

The top is covered with thick cast iron and is covered with sharp barbs.

With just a single command, this steel behemoth will smash the gates of the Great Abyss Dynasty.

In the center of the army, on a bronze chariot drawn by four tall horses.

Lin Zhenxiong gripped the railing of the tank, panting heavily.

At this moment, where is there any trace of the prestige and dignity of the most powerful minister in Dayuan?

He had just crawled out of the dog hole behind the Taiji Hall.

The once meticulously styled hair bun is now completely disheveled.

His gray hair was disheveled and draped over his shoulders, making him look like a crazy old beggar on the street.

His magnificent python robe, a symbol of supreme power, was torn in places by bits of wood.

It was covered in mud, dust, and the blood splattered on it by his personal guards.

The foul-smelling blood dripped down his cheeks, making his contorted face look particularly ferocious.

Lin Zhenxiong's eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs were covered with dense blood vessels.

His eyes held a mixture of relief at surviving a disaster, overwhelming anger, and the madness of someone who had lost everything.

He still felt lingering fear when he recalled the terrifying scene of the steel behemoth spitting fire in the Taiji Hall.

But he was, after all, a seasoned veteran who had climbed to a high position by stepping over countless corpses.

After the initial shock, his rationality quickly returned.

He stood on the chariot, the night wind blowing, his mind racing.

Those terrifyingly powerful demonic firearms could not possibly be without limitations!

Lin Zhenxiong gritted his teeth, frantically trying to comfort himself and find reasons to ensure his victory.

The mechanism inside the device that could launch such a dense barrage of projectiles must have been extremely complex.

After such intense firing, it must have run out of ammunition!

Reloading those hidden weapons would definitely take a very long time.

Moreover, even if it could launch again, it would still be nothing but an inanimate object!

Lin Zhenxiong suddenly looked up at the boundless sea of ​​fire before him.

His confidence grew wildly again, like weeds.

"No matter how powerful a weapon is, even if it can kill a hundred or a thousand people, can it possibly wipe out my entire army of 100,000?!"

He was certain that the Su family father and daughter had run out of ammunition, and that iron frame was nothing more than a fire poker.

Even if they didn't run out of firearms, they certainly wouldn't be able to keep up with the attacks from all sides by 100,000 men.

As long as we fill the gaps with human lives and pile up corpses, we will surely be able to bury that iron lump!

"Bring me my sword!"

Lin Zhenxiong let out a hysterical roar.

A lieutenant nearby quickly and respectfully handed over a spare longsword.

Lin Zhenxiong drew his longsword, its blade pointing directly at the tightly closed vermilion gate of the palace.

Standing atop his chariot, he appeared like a madman, using all his inner strength to issue the final order to charge to the entire army.

"Soldiers of Dayuan! Su Zhen is tyrannical, and this vixen has wreaked havoc on the nation!"

"Today is the perfect opportunity for us to act on behalf of Heaven and achieve great deeds!"

"The demonic firearms in the Taiji Hall have run out of ammunition; they're now sitting ducks!"

"Kill them all! Charge without regard for the cost! Anyone who retreats even half a step will be killed without mercy!"

Lin Zhenxiong's voice, amplified by his profound internal energy, resounded like rolling thunder throughout the army of 100,000 men.

"Whoever enters the palace first will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and granted the title of Marquis with ten thousand households!"

"Whoever captures and slays the tyrant and the demoness will inherit the throne forever and share the vast empire with me!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The 100,000 rebels had no idea what had happened inside the Taiji Hall.

But when they heard about the rewards of "ten thousand taels of gold" and "Marquis of Ten Thousand Households," everyone's eyes turned red with envy.

The wages of avarice is death.

Blinded by self-interest, the soldiers unleashed a deafening roar.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roars of 100,000 people converged, as if to tear the dark night sky apart.

The sound of war drums suddenly became dense and violent, like death knells.

"Charge!"

Driven by their commanders at all levels, the 10,000 heavily armored infantrymen at the front line surged forward like a flood bursting its banks.

Holding tall shields and brandishing gleaming longswords, they launched a suicidal, frenzied charge towards the palace walls and gates.

The earth is shaking!

One hundred thousand pairs of combat boots simultaneously stomped on the hard bluestone slabs, causing the entire capital city to tremble violently.

At this very moment, atop the high walls of the imperial palace.

The loyal Imperial Guards responsible for protecting the capital are facing unprecedented despair.

They had just heard a strange rumbling sound coming from inside the Taiji Hall.

They also knew that the Emperor and the Crown Princess seemed to have used a magical firearm to resolve the crisis in the palace.

But the crisis inside the palace was over, what about outside?

The Imperial Guard Commander was covered in blood; he had just led his men to wipe out the traitors near the palace gates.

When he stood on the city wall, holding a blood-dripping steel knife, and peered outwards.

This battle-hardened, tough man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his blood running cold.

Too much!

There are just too many enemies!

Looking around, the area beneath the city walls was filled with countless heads and flashing swords.

It's like a swarm of hungry ants frantically rushing toward a piece of fat meat that's all alone and helpless.

As for their Imperial Guard, at most, they had fewer than three thousand brothers still capable of fighting.

Three thousand men faced a hundred thousand fierce and ruthless soldiers.

This was a one-sided massacre!

"Commander...can we...can we hold out?"

A young Imperial Guard soldier's hand, gripping a spear, trembled violently.

He looked down at the enemy troops rushing towards him like a tsunami, and listened to the earth-shaking sound of their footsteps. His voice was filled with a deep sob.

The commander didn't speak; he just gritted his teeth and wiped his sweat- and blood-soaked hands haphazardly on his clothes.

Then, once again, in despair, he gripped the already chipped hilt of the knife tightly.

How to defend?

What can we use to defend it?

Even if the magical firearms in the Taiji Hall are incredibly powerful, how could they possibly kill all 100,000 people?

The enemy troops surged in from all directions, and the firearms could only cover the east side, not the west.

Once the city gates are breached, an army of 100,000 will flood into the palace, and the royal family will surely be torn to pieces.

Once the numerical advantage reaches such a terrifying level, the bravery of any individual becomes meaningless.

"Brothers! We were born into the royal family, and we will die as royal ghosts!"

The commander raised his long sword and let out a tragic roar.

"Prepare for battle! Even if we have to bite, we'll tear a piece of flesh from these traitors!"

"As long as we live, the city stands; if the city falls, we die!"

A somber atmosphere permeated the city walls, as three thousand imperial guards drew their swords, ready to face their deaths.

Just then, the rebel army's charging troops crashed against the palace walls like a black tide.

An endless cloud ladder was erected, and countless rebels climbed up it like ants.

What was most terrifying was the giant battering ram that was pushed by hundreds of strong men.

It has been pushed to the front of the vermilion palace gates.

"One! Two! Three! Crash!"

The rebels' unified roar.

Hundreds of people exerted their strength at the same time, pushing the century-old log, which required three people to hug, and slammed it hard against the copper-clad palace gate.

"Bang!!!"

A deafening roar.

The city wall shook violently, and dust fell from the city tower.

The dull, terrifying impact sound, like a heavy hammer blow, slammed into the hearts of everyone in the palace.

"Bang!!!"

Then came the second strike.

The vermilion gate groaned in pain.

A crack appeared on the thick bolt behind the door.

Each impact represents an acceleration of the countdown to death.

Looking at the crumbling palace gates, Lin Zhenxiong, standing on the chariot at the front of the battle, could not hide his smugness.

He faced the night wind, circulated his inner energy once more, and spoke arrogantly.

"Su Zhen! Stop making futile struggles!"

Lin Zhenxiong roared triumphantly in front of the enemy lines, his heart filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"One hundred thousand men! I have a full one hundred thousand troops!"

"Even a single spit from each of you could drown the entire Su family!"