The first day of April, the third year of Tiande.

The 50,000-strong navy led by Shi Tou marched straight into the State of Fan, and with their sophisticated weapons and equipment, they crushed the enemy like a hot knife through butter.

He no longer knew how many enemies he had destroyed. He only knew that in the eight days since landing, the army had already reached Buyang City - the last Acropolis of Fan Guo Chaoge!

After taking Buyang City, the army will face the final and most difficult battle!

The walls of Jang Geum Castle were strong, and Emperor Fan Zigui withdrew his troops. Now Jang Geum Castle is defended by a full 800,000-strong army.

This battle is not easy to win.

Because the Wu Dynasty sold a full thousand cannons to the Fan State, all of these thousand cannons were deployed on the walls of Jang Geum City.

On this expedition, the cannons carried by the 50,000 navy were not shipped along with the ship, because Fu Xiaoguan had given him the order that the army must arrive at Jang Geum's city on April 3rd.

It was obviously too late to bring the cannons.

There are still two days until April 3rd.

We must capture Buyang City first!

"Pass on this general's order! Rest here for half an hour, then launch an attack on Buyang City!"

As Shi Tou's order was given, the remaining 46,000 soldiers of the army sat down outside Buyang City. They began to eat and drink, as silent as densely packed statues.

The city guard standing on the top of Buyang City and looking out was Wei Qifu, an old general of Fan State. He looked carefully at the expeditionary troops through the telescope, and his heart was chilled.

This is a very combat-skilled unit. They had obviously marched all night last night, but there didn't seem to be much fatigue on their faces.

Battle reports had already been sent from the cities they had destroyed, and Wei Qifu knew that the silver-white armor of this army was almost invulnerable to swords and spears.

Archery was like tickling them, and even a flintlock rifle could only leave a bullet hole in their armor at most.

There are only two ways to deal with such an army: either bombardment, or... close combat, using a knife to cut through the weakest part of their neck.

Or they could pour kerosene on the city wall to prevent them from climbing.

But these methods are useless against this army - because they know martial arts!

They can fly!

With the turtle shell on their backs, they can fly straight to the city wall amidst the hail of bullets!

They obey orders and cooperate seamlessly. Coupled with their defense and even more powerful flintlock rifles, who in the world can defeat them?

Wei Qifu had 100,000 soldiers defending the city, but he knew that once the enemy climbed onto the city wall, these 100,000 soldiers would be nothing in their eyes.

How should this battle be fought?

Wei Qifu couldn't think of it.

Buyang City will be captured, there is no doubt about that, the only question is how long it can be held.

I hope Jang Geum Castle can stop them and destroy them. Then, I will die without regrets!

As he was thinking this, time passed, and soon, Wei Qifu heard the army below the city wall blowing loud trumpets - he was suddenly shocked, were the other side going to attack the city so soon?

"Pass on this general's order. Everyone, get on the city walls. Prepare the kerosene and rolling logs..."

As the horn sounded, more than 40,000 navy soldiers marched forward, their silver armor emitting bright light in the setting sun.

The long sword and eagle flag in the middle fluttered in the evening breeze.

“Charge…!”

A deafening roar came from the army. At this moment, dust was flying, and Buyang City seemed to be shaking, trembling!

"Throw some kerosene... Archers, shoot them to death...!"

At this moment, the soldiers on the city wall also entered a selfless stage of life and death. The kerosene was poured down and ignited, and the entire city wall was on fire.

Arrows poured down like raindrops, and those arrows hit the enemy, but none of them could penetrate the enemy's armor - which means that they could not stop the enemy's charge at all!

"First Division, advance. Second Division, provide cover. Third Division, prepare..."

Shi Tou's order was carried out accurately. Ten thousand soldiers of the First Division rushed into the sky, flying into the sky with guns in their hands.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

As dense gunfire rang out, Wei Qifu watched his soldiers fall to the ground.

"Fix it, don't leave any gaps...!"

The First Division rushed up the city wall facing the enemy's swords, spears, and halberds. The sound of clanging was heard, and those swords, spears, and halberds pierced the armor, sparking sparks, but it was meaningless.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Amid the gunfire, a huge gap was formed. The First Division split into two groups and occupied this section of the city wall.

Immediately afterwards, the third division flew up, followed by the fourth division, the fifth division...

Wei Qifu's hands and feet were cold.

Just a cup of tea, just a cup of tea!

What he didn't know was that every commander in every city the enemy swept through felt exactly the same as he did now.

They had never seen such strong armor, let alone such fierce fighting power.

In front of this army, they seemed like toddlers.

The battle ended within an hour, Wei Qifu committed suicide, and Buyang City fell.

However, the army did not stop. They set off again, walking from dusk into night, like a tireless machine, rolling towards Jang Geum Castle.

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The fat man walked out of the manor when night fell.

His face was as cold as ice.

His younger brother Wu Changfeng died, Xu Yunqing died, and even Shang Ruoshui committed suicide.

Damn Fan Guo, damn Fan Zigui, and those damn monks!

You...will all be buried with them!

"Gao Xian, gather the Embroidered Uniform Guards and attack the South Gate. You Beidou and Ning Fatian, follow me into the palace and capture that brat Fan Zigui alive!"

You Beidou pondered for two breaths, "His Majesty's order is to wait for the Second Army to arrive."

The fat man looked up at You Beidou and said, "I'm his father!"

"But you are not the emperor!"

"I don't care. It's up to you whether you want to go or not. Ning Fatian, will you go with me?"

Ning Fatian was very conflicted. There were two saints and tens of thousands of guards in the palace. Wouldn't it be like walking into a trap if he ran in?

It will be much safer once He Sandao and Shitou's troops arrive. Why are you in such a hurry?

"Okay, if you guys aren't going, I'll go alone!"

Before the fat man finished speaking, he flew out.

Ning Fatian and You Beidou looked at each other, what should they do?

No matter what, this guy is the emperor emeritus, we can't let him die in there.

The two had no choice but to fly out.

The fat man smiled sinisterly and said, "I thought I couldn't control you."

The fat man's route was a bit strange. He went up and down and actually came to a pond outside the palace.

There were many lanterns lit on the palace walls, and many guards were constantly patrolling. There was no way to jump in without alerting the guards.

Just when You Beidou and Ning Fatian were at a loss, they saw the fat man pry open a lid at the edge of the pool.

This is a sewer in Jang Geum Castle!

"How do you know?" You Beidou asked in surprise.

"Hehe, this is my specialty. This opening leads to Queen Hui's Qifeng Palace!"