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

The regent gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist and mounted his Ferghana horse.

"Pass down the order to have the vanguard battalion prepare for the charge."

Without turning his head, the regent gave orders to his deputy, his tone filled with an arrogant sense of dominance.

"As soon as the cannons fire and the city walls collapse, the entire army will immediately charge in."

"I will flatten this mountain and grind those charlatans into dust, leaving not a single one alive!"

The lieutenants echoed their sentiments, and flattery poured in like a tidal wave, filling the entire marching column with a joyful and bloodthirsty atmosphere.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped at the core entrance of the supply depot.

The Regent took a deep breath of the crisp morning air, and a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him.

He drew his diamond-encrusted sword from his waist, its blade pointing straight to the sky.

"Divine Might Cannon, ready!"

The Regent used his inner strength and roared.

The sound was like a resounding bell, echoing throughout the entire army camp, exuding an aura of dominance.

He struck a majestic pose, awaiting the thunderous roar of the artillerymen's command.

The breathtaking scene of ten steel behemoths being slowly pushed out of the camp, their cannons aimed at the enemy ranks, awaits.

one second.

two seconds.

……

Ten seconds passed.

Apart from the soft rustling of the morning breeze through the withered grass, there was only a suffocating silence in the air.

Not only were there no uniform sounds of soldiers receiving orders, but not even a single cough could be heard.

The surroundings were as quiet as a lifeless tomb.

The regent frowned, a nameless anger rising within him.

Did those bastards drink themselves to death last night?

He turned his head angrily and looked in the direction the sword was pointing.

I only glanced at it.

The Regent's angry expression froze on his face.

His deep eyes widened, and his pupils trembled violently in their sockets.

Before us lay a wide-open, flat area.

The place where ten heavy cannons should have been placed is now empty.

The cannon has vanished.

Those piles of iron shields vanished without a trace.

Hundreds and thousands of barrels of high-purity black powder vanished as if they had evaporated into thin air.

Even the black tarpaulin covering the cannon was stripped clean!

The core area of ​​the entire supply camp was cleaner than a plate licked clean by a dog.

Apart from a few deep tire tracks on the ground, nothing else was left here.

Not even a single piece of firewood from a chopped wooden box could be found!

The generals following behind also sensed something was wrong and spurred their horses forward to investigate.

When they saw the scene before them, everyone gasped in shock.

"What...what's going on?!"

One of the lieutenants rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was under some kind of illusion.

Another general went even further, giving himself a resounding slap.

My cheeks burned, but the campsite in front of me remained empty, so desolate that it sent chills down my spine.

This is not a dream!

The Great Yan Kingdom spent millions of taels of silver to create ten pure black iron cannons, a national treasure.

They vanished into thin air right under the noses of an army of 100,000!

Just then, the guards who had been poisoned by the Thousand Days of Worry-Free Powder the night before were finally awakened by the morning sunlight.

As the effects of the medicine wore off, they rubbed their sleepy eyes and yawned as they got up from the ground.

"Ouch, my head hurts so much. I drank too much last night."

One of the guards stretched groggily and opened his eyes.

He saw the regent, riding on horseback, his face ashen like the bottom of a pot.

He turned his head again and saw the camp behind him, which was even cleaner than the wasteland.

The guard's mind went blank for a moment, and he instantly regained his senses.

A warm liquid flowed uncontrollably down his trouser leg.

He was so frightened that he wet his pants, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in the mud with a thud.

"Your Highness... Your Highness! I don't know! I don't know anything!"

As he screamed in terror, more and more guards came to their senses.

When they discovered that all the heavy weapons they were guarding had disappeared, the entire camp erupted in chaos.

Screams, kowtows, and pleas for mercy filled the air, creating utter chaos.

The regent, mounted on his horse, was trembling violently.

His prized golden armor emitted a slight metallic clanging sound as he trembled.

He slowly raised the hand that held the sword and pointed to the open space in front of him.

His fingers trembled wildly in the air, and his lips quivered like autumn leaves scattered in the wind.

"Where's the cannon...?"

The regent's voice was terribly hoarse, like the sound of a broken bellows being squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"Where are my ten... Divine Might Cannons?!"

He felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, making it incredibly difficult to breathe.

One million taels of silver!

The Ministry of Works of the Great Yan Kingdom has devoted three whole years of its efforts to this!

Just like that, it vanished into thin air!

They didn't even leave him a nail!

Just as the 100,000-strong army was plunged into utter chaos and terror.

"Smack...smack..."

A loud, unrestrained chewing sound suddenly came from the distant mountaintop.

With the support of profound internal energy, the sound exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

It even drowned out the cries of pleas for mercy from the guards in the camp.

The regent raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he looked toward the direction of the main altar of the religion.

In the morning light, the towering walls of the Christian church stand tall.

Su Zhen was sitting cross-legged in the most conspicuous position on the battlement.

He wore a large black robe and acted arrogantly, completely disregarding the 100,000-strong army below the city.

In his hand, he held aloft a huge roasted pork leg, its skin charred and dripping with oil.

Su Zhen was tearing into the pork leg meat with big bites while leisurely swinging his toes.

They ate with gusto, their mouths glistening with oil, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

He swallowed a large mouthful of fatty and lean roasted meat and casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Immediately afterwards, Su Zhen took a deep breath.

"Thank you very much, Your Highness, for the pig iron and cannons you sent last night!"

The sound was like rolling thunder, mixed with endless mockery, echoing in every corner of the 100,000-strong army.

"My daughter said the quality of this batch of materials is good, just enough for our needs!"

Su Zhen held up the half-eaten pig leg in his hand and waved it at the Regent.

The smile on his face was even more infuriating than that of a thug.

"And this late-night snack is great too, cooked just right, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"

"There wasn't enough salt; it tastes a bit bland!"

"Next time, pay attention when preparing it, sprinkle more cumin and chili powder!"

Arrogant!

Madness!

Murder and kill!

Upon hearing this broadcast, the 100,000 soldiers of the Great Yan were furious, yet they also found it utterly absurd.

They not only stole the cannons, but they even took the prince's midnight snack!

They even sat on the city wall and made public comments!

This is like rubbing the Regent's face in the ground!

The Regent stared intently at the pig leg in Su Zhen's hand.

He recognized him.

That was clearly the same fragrant pig that was roasting over the campfire outside the central command tent last night!

That was the delicious food he was preparing to personally cut open for today's victory celebration banquet!

Ten powerful cannons were stolen, and tons of supplies were looted.

They didn't even spare the roasted pig!

A surge of violent, reversed blood, like a volcanic eruption, shot straight from the Regent's chest to the top of his head.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the world seemed to be spinning wildly.

"This is outrageous!"

The regent let out a shrill roar, as if from a vengeful ghost, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

His body swayed on the horse's back.

Immediately afterwards, this arrogant and powerful minister of the Great Yan Dynasty suddenly felt dizzy and completely lost his balance.

"thump!"

He fell straight down from his tall Akhal-Teke horse, crashing heavily into the mud.

"Your Highness!"

"Quickly, protect the prince!"

The surrounding generals were terrified and rushed forward to help him up.

The regent was helped up by several people.

He pushed aside the adjutant beside him, his chest heaving violently.

"puff!"

A large mouthful of bright red blood gushed from his mouth, splattering onto his golden armor in a horrifying sight.

He completely lost his mind, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to bleed.

He grabbed the lieutenant by the collar and roared hysterically, his voice filled with a destructive madness.

"Relay my order!"

"Deploy five thousand heavily armored Xuanjia cavalry!"

"Even if we have to use horseshoes today, we'll trample them into mincemeat!"