"Kill...kill them!"

In the crowd, an official loyal to the Parthian king pointed at Zhou Cang and the others and shouted.

"Gentlemen, your names will be etched in history today! Follow me and fight!!"

With a kick, Zhou Cang sent the Parthian king's head flying, and he raised his military knife, roaring loudly.

"Kill!!"

The warriors and a hundred Imperial Guardsmen shouted, raised their swords, and followed Zhou Cang, charging towards the Parthian ministers.

At the same time, the imperial guards protecting the palace surged towards the Han Chinese who had killed their king.

For the imperial guards, it was an immense humiliation that their own king had been publicly executed in his own palace. Only the blood of the Han people could wash away their shame.

In a short time, more than half of the ministers of Parthia died at the hands of Zhou Cang and his men, while the rest were escorted to safety by the Imperial Guards.

At this moment, the Royal Palace Square has also become a bloody battlefield.

Nearly five thousand royal guards launched wave after wave of attacks on Zhou Cang and his men, attempting to retrieve the body of the Parthian king.

However, Zhou Cang and his men, relying on their military swords and chainmail, not only held the line but also managed to launch a counter-offensive against the Imperial Guards.

Although this battle was not large in scale, it was arguably the most brutal battle since Liu Hong ascended the throne.

One hundred Imperial Guardsmen and fifteen warriors could have taken the Parthian King hostage and left the palace alive, then killed him on the way. While this would have accomplished the mission and greatly increased the chances of survival, it would have undoubtedly burdened the big man with the blame of the villain.

Therefore, they resolutely chose to execute the Parthian king in the palace in order to uphold the glorious and majestic image of the Han Dynasty.

Thinking of his pregnant wives and concubines, and the names that might be recorded in history books, Zhou Cang and his men smiled with satisfaction as they slaughtered the enemy.

These men never retreated a single step until their deaths. Their tenacity and bravery showed the Parthian ministers and royal guards what true soldiers were.

Out of concern for the corpse of the Parthian king, the officers of the Imperial Guard dared not choose to fire arrows, and could only choose to use soldiers several times larger than the enemy to wear down the lives of these Han soldiers.

The battle lasted from noon until dusk. The corpses of the Parthian Imperial Guards had piled up so much that it was impossible to move around. Only a dozen or so of Zhou Cang's group remained standing in place, each covered in wounds.

At this point, the battle paused briefly because there were too many corpses piled up around, and the royal guards had to clear a path for the attack.

"Brothers, now it's time to show those Parthians the charge of our Han army!"

Seeing the Parthian soldiers cleaning up the corpses, Zhou Cang forced himself to stand up.

"Yes, even if we die, we will die facing the Han!" Liao Hua responded and stood up shakily.

"The Han army is mighty!!"

The remaining ten Imperial Guardsmen also tore off their blood-stained clothes and tightly wrapped their swords in their hands.

They were exhausted, and the blood flowing from their bodies was robbing them of their life force. At this moment, they were only holding on by the belief in their hearts.

"For the Han Dynasty, for His Majesty, for future generations, kill!!"

Zhou Cang's hoarse voice rang out. Although it was not loud, it was deep and brave. At the same time, twelve military swords were pointed at the enemy to the east.

"Have they gone mad?"

Seeing the shocking scene before the palace, even the surviving Parthian ministers couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief.

None of them could have imagined that the Han army, with only a dozen or so men left, would launch an attack under such circumstances.

Soon, an even more brutal battle began. Although his body was almost exhausted, the battle would not stop until he died.

Faced with the frenzied attack launched by Zhou Cang, Liao Hua, and twelve others, the royal palace guards were forced to retreat repeatedly.

Zhou Cang and Liao Hua, who were leading the charge, charged forward like two humanoid beasts, while the soldiers behind them fell one after another.

However, without exception, all those who fell faced east.

The battle continued, and Zhou Cang and his men kept advancing eastward, seemingly determined to fight their way back to their homeland.

After advancing more than a hundred paces, only Zhou Cang and Liao Hua remained.

The two seemed to have reached the end of their journey. In their blurred vision, they seemed to see the majestic city walls of Luoyang, and on those walls, their beloved emperor was silently gazing at them.

"May the Han Dynasty live ten thousand years!!"

With their last ounce of strength, the two roared in unison and simultaneously plunged their military knives into their own chests.

On their deathbed, they chose to die by their own hands.

At this moment, the sun was already setting in the west, and under the afterglow of the sunset, the two slowly knelt down facing east.

Although the two men were dead, the royal guards around them remained standing, and none of them did anything to desecrate their bodies.

Zhou Cang and his men, through their bravery and unwavering determination, instilled fear in the Imperial Guards.

Despite outnumbering the enemy fifty to one, the Imperial Guards still suffered a near ten-to-one casualty ratio that utterly shattered their fighting spirit.

The news that the king had been killed, more than half of his ministers had been killed or wounded, and the royal guards had been decimated quickly spread through the spies.

Shock, disbelief, fear, and dread filled the hearts of the people of Ansar.

Although the Parthian king was a tyrant whom the Parthian people deeply hated, many people couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness when he died at the hands of the Han army.

No one could have imagined that their country was so weak that it was able to allow someone to commit murder in the palace and openly execute their king.

Is Anxi really going to end?

For a moment, the same question arose in everyone's mind.

This upheaval plunged Parthia into complete turmoil.

In the imperial court, the surviving ministers argued fiercely over the selection of a new king.

The former Right Chancellor, Sa Keqi, was also sent to prison by the ministers because of his past connections with the Han Dynasty.

Outside the imperial court, the generals at all levels in charge of leading the army also had different thoughts, each wanting to support someone to take charge of their own affairs.

With only half the country remaining and the nation on the verge of collapse, these people were not thinking about how to avenge their former king, but rather how to protect their own interests.

Of course, after witnessing the fighting prowess of the Han army, they dared not seek revenge.