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

"Goose, goose, goose, goose..."

A strange laugh suddenly rang out on the deathly silent battlefield.

The laughter sounded like an old goose being choked.

At the foot of the imperial city, which should have been filled with iron and blood, slaughter and dismemberment, it looked particularly strange.

At first, only one or two people couldn't hold back.

Immediately afterwards, the laughter was like cold water dripping into boiling oil, igniting the entire audience of 100,000 people.

"Hahahaha! Oh my god, hahahaha!"

"Giggle giggle giggle! I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts so much, giggle giggle giggle!"

The medication is starting to take full effect!

One hundred thousand rebels who were just moments before filled with murderous intent and had ferocious expressions.

They were all collectively infected by the horrible laughing gas virus.

They threw down their heavy swords and spears, clutched their stomachs, and laughed wildly to the sky.

The deafening, booming laughter merged into a deafening sound wave.

It completely drowned out the previous thunderous sound of war drums.

That giant siege battering ram that required the combined efforts of hundreds of people to move.

With a loud "boom," he was thrown to the ground by the group of burly men who were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

The heavy battering rod shattered the ground with a tremendous roar.

But the soldiers didn't care at all; they just clutched their stomachs and laughed so hard they rolled around on the ground.

Those vanguard soldiers who had already climbed halfway up the ladder were preparing to fight to the death to scale the city walls.

Her limbs went limp, and she giggled as she slid down from mid-air like a dumpling being dropped into a pot.

"Ouch, hahaha, stop tickling me!"

"It's sliding down, it's sliding down, goose goose goose!"

As the effects of the laughter powder penetrated deep into their bones, these burly, fleshy men...

His body began to twist uncontrollably.

Their eyes were glazed over, and they wore uncontrollable, radiant smiles as they paired up in front of the enemy lines.

Zhang San put his arm around Li Si's broad shoulders, while Wang Mazi affectionately put his arm around Zhao Si's back.

A hundred thousand soldiers stood arm in arm in front of the solemn and majestic palace gates, forming row after row.

"One, two, three, four!"

Someone in the crowd shouted a command amidst wild laughter.

One hundred thousand thick, heavily armored legs kicked upwards in perfect unison!

Left kick! Right kick!

Wiggle your hips! Kick your leg again!

The heavy armor did not become a burden for them; instead, it became the accompaniment of metal percussion.

These tough soldiers, in perfect unison, started dancing the lively can-can in front of the battle!

The heavy iron armor, weighing dozens of kilograms, rattled and clanged with each kick.

As they kicked their legs, they also made synchronized "Hey! Hey! Hey!" sounds.

A few of the stronger ones even teamed up to do a mid-air split.

The originally ruthless siege army has been transformed into the largest male idol dance troupe in the history of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

As the hallucinogenic truth serum takes effect, it rushes into the brain.

An even more insane scene of social death descended upon this sea of ​​red flames.

The vanguard battalion commander leading the charge was a burly man, eight feet tall, with a full beard.

He was just now brandishing a large sword, about to cut off the emperor's head.

At that moment, he was hugging the leg of his magnificent warhorse, crying his eyes out.

"Waaaaah, honey, I'm so sorry! Hahahaha!"

He laughed wildly and cried uncontrollably as he frantically revealed the truth.

"Actually, I'm not called some mighty general, I'm just a henpecked husband!"

"Waaaaah, honey, actually I hid all the secret stash of money I've embezzled over the years under the third brick in the pigsty in our backyard!"

"That's a full three hundred taels of silver! I mustn't let my mother-in-law find out! Hehehe!"

The warhorse snorted loudly as he held it, and kicked him on the forehead with its hoof, but he just rolled around on the ground happily.

A lieutenant beside him was tightly holding onto the siege flagpole.

He twisted his body like a snake while performing a pole dance, and roared loudly at the night sky.

"Commander! I've actually disliked you for a long time! Hahahaha!"

"That pair of red underwear you lost last month wasn't blown away by the wind; I used it to clean my big knife!"

Further away, several infantrymen who usually called each other brothers in the military camp were now pointing fingers at each other.

"Brother Wang! Actually, the day my wife gave birth, I hid in your closet all night! Hehehe!"

"Li Laosi! You bastard! Let me tell you, that jar of ten-year-old Zhuyeqing liquor you treasured was secretly replaced with my urine! Hehehe!"

Even the cooks in charge of logistics were infected.

A fat man was wildly dancing in the crowd, holding a large iron ladle.

"Brothers! I'm so sorry! Hahahaha!"

"The half-mildew sand mixed in with my military rations for the past three months—I secretly sold those to buy alcohol! Hehehe!"

The usually imposing cavalry commander pulled off his armor.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands, he covered his face shyly and laughed wildly.

"Actually, I don't like horseback riding! What I like most is hiding under the covers at night, embroidering mandarin ducks playing in the water!"

"I even secretly tried on Cuihua's red bellyband! It made me look so slim! Hahahaha!"

Originally a brutal and tragic siege battle filled with bloodshed and carnage.

Under Su Yaoyao's pink rain, the flavor changed.

There are no more 100,000 fierce soldiers here, nor any grand ambitions to change dynasties.

All that's left here is a massive open-air rave concert with 100,000 people!

Some people were doing the splits on the ground, while others were dancing the can-can.

Some people are tearfully admitting that they are the neighbor next door, while others are laughing wildly and revealing each other's dirty secrets.

The battlefield was a chaotic mess of demons, utterly absurd.

It was ten thousand times more lively than the circus troupes in the entertainment districts.

Previously, the Imperial Guards were determined to die for their country and were prepared to sacrifice themselves.

Standing atop the high imperial wall, they were all dumbfounded.

They gripped their sweat-soaked knife hilts tightly, ready to face the enemy's flashing blades.

As a result, the enemy put on a spectacular acrobatic show for them with 100,000 people right below the city walls.

"What... what exactly is going on?"

The commander of the Imperial Guard wiped the glass in front of him, staring in disbelief at the enemy troops dancing wildly below.

He even wondered if he was having bizarre hallucinations because he was too nervous.

With a loud "bang".

The steel knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a series of clanging sounds echoed across the city wall.

The imperial guards on the palace wall, looking down at the enemy troops, were so frightened that they dropped their swords.

They looked at each other, feeling as if their worldview had been devastated.

This battle can actually be fought like this?!

At this moment, General Lin Zhenxiong stood on the bronze chariot at the front of the battle.

He was going through the most desperate and devastating moment of his life.

He was a master-level expert with incredibly profound internal energy.

He realized something was wrong the moment he inhaled the powder.

He immediately bit his tongue hard, forcibly circulating all his internal energy to suppress the surging effects of the medicine within his body.

However, the poison gas was temporarily suppressed.

But the scene before him was like a series of rusty, dull knives, frantically cutting into his heart.

He looked at the army of 100,000 that he had painstakingly built up over ten years and spent countless amounts of gold and silver on.

He placed high hopes on the invincible iron army that was about to crush the Taiji Palace.

Now, it's become a disgraceful circus!

He could hear his most trusted confidant shouting that he had fallen in love with which courtesan was the top courtesan in the brothel.

He could see his vanguard battalion, performing a bizarre and indecent dance in perfect unison.

It’s over.

It's all over.

These 100,000 people are mentally confused.

Military discipline collapsed, and its prestige was completely lost.

Even after the effects of the medicine wore off, this army became a laughing stock for the whole world, and could no longer muster any fighting spirit.

Extreme humiliation, anger, and despair swelled wildly in Lin Zhenxiong's chest.

His contorted face turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms. He forcefully suppressed the effects of the medicine with his internal energy. Seeing his painstakingly built army of 100,000 men turn into a circus, he was so angry that he vomited three mouthfuls of blood.