The Nandan Legion was prepared and moved aside before the cannons arrived. As the enemy gunners were loading their weapons, the Legion fired their crossbows, instantly killing all the gunners.

Zhao Xu's face darkened, and he immediately ordered the musketeers to attack.

Firearms were expensive, and their 60,000 men controlled 3,000 firearms. Zhao Xu originally thought that these 3,000 men alone would be enough to conquer the entire Nandan.

However, before the musketeer could reload, he was killed by Yi Shuihan's men.

He was stunned.

"That's impossible!"

The Xilin Iron Cavalry was so powerful, yet Yi Shuihan wiped them out with 1,500 musketeers. How come they were defeated here?

He had never expected this outcome, and he was thrown into a panic.

Seeing his soldiers retreating step by step, he roared desperately, urging them to advance.

But the soldiers were so itchy from the black powder being blown over that they wanted to scratch it until they were dizzy and exhausted, leaving them with no energy to fight.

Before long, their army suffered a crushing defeat.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Xu abandoned his army and fled with his confidants.

Using the cover of the deep mountains and dense forests, they shook off their pursuers.

When his confidant asked him what to do next, Zhao Xu sighed, "We've already lost the battle, what else can we do?"

We had no choice but to head back home.

So they followed the path they had come by, walking deeper into the mountains, until they reached a wide valley where they stopped.

There is a large lake here, its waters a vibrant green, like an emerald embedded in the mountains and fields.

The lakeside was piled high with bamboo rafts.

Zhao Xu had several bamboo rafts brought down to the lake. As soon as he stepped onto one, a voice reached his ears: "Your Highness is really hard to find. You've actually hidden yourself in such a secluded paradise."