At the foot of the city wall, Jiang Bo looked up at Chen Zhennan with a confident smile on his face, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

"Chen Zhennan, lay down your weapons and surrender, or this Beirong City will be your burial ground!" Jiang Bo shouted at Chen Zhennan.

Chen Zhennan stood atop the city wall, his figure like an unshakeable mountain peak.

A hint of contempt flashed in his eyes. He snorted coldly and mocked, "Jiang Bo, you are utterly foolish. People who court death never realize they are courting it!"

Chen Zhennan's voice carried a hint of amusement, as if he were mocking a clown who overestimated himself.

Faced with Chen Zhennan's mockery, Jiang Bo's face instantly turned ashen, his eyes flashing with furious flames.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Bo shouted loudly, "Attack the city! Take Beirong City for us!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Zhennan decisively ordered, "Fire!"

His voice, like thunder, shattered the silence, and gunfire erupted from the city walls, with countless bullets raining down on the city below like a storm.

On the city wall, the soldiers' fingers were tightly gripping the triggers, firing wildly.

The bullets whistled through the air, like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping lives.

Similar to the previous situation, Jiang Bo's army was like fragile pieces of paper under the firepower of submachine guns, suffering countless casualties.

The siege lasted less than a minute before vanishing like sandstorms whipped up by a gale.

Driven by fear, the remaining soldiers dared not approach the city wall any further. Their eyes were filled with terror and despair, as if they could see the shadow of death lurking beneath the city wall.

Upon seeing this, Chen Zhennan couldn't help but smile, a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Jiang Bo had already witnessed the powerful firepower of firearms before, but he still couldn't give up his wicked intentions.

"Shiyu, leave twenty men to guard the city. The rest of you, come with me out of the city and kill Jiang Bo!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Yan Shiyu responded, and he quickly left twenty men behind, while the rest of them, armed with weapons and equipment, followed Chen Zhennan down the city wall.

Beneath the city wall, Jiang Bo's face was pale, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He watched as his army fell like grass, and a deep fear welled up in his heart.

He realized that he might have really underestimated Chen Zhennan and his special forces team.

Just as Jiang Bo was stunned, Chen Zhennan led the special forces team out of the city gate like an unstoppable storm.

Chen Zhennan descended like a god of war, his gaze sharp and fixed on Jiang Bo's location.

His warhorse neighed, its hooves creating a whirlwind, leading his men in an unstoppable charge.

Chen Zhennan's voice echoed across the battlefield as he roared, "Brothers, charge with me! Take down Jiang Bo!"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Bo's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly mounted his horse, drew his sword from his waist, and pointed it at Chen Zhennan, who was galloping towards him.

"Brothers, kill Chen Zhennan! Whoever cuts off his head will be rewarded with ten thousand gold pieces and ennobled as a marquis!"

As the saying goes, "A great reward will surely bring forth brave men," and "People will die for wealth, and birds will die for food." Upon hearing of such a reward of being ennobled, thousands of soldiers raised their swords and charged toward Chen Zhennan.

Chen Zhennan kept pulling the trigger, and each shot was accompanied by the fall of a soldier.

His submachine gun was like the scythe of death, killing all the soldiers who were about to charge. His face showed no pity, only coldness and determination towards the enemy.

At the same time, Jiang Bo, who had just ordered his soldiers to intercept Chen Zhennan, turned his horse around and fled frantically.

"Those who block my way shall die! I will only kill Jiang Bo!"

Chen Zhennan's roar was deafening, like thunder exploding in the sky above the battlefield, frightening Jiang Bo's soldiers into retreating. His momentum was like a raging storm, and no one dared to stand in his way.

Furthermore, since Chen Zhennan only said to kill Jiang Bo, many soldiers turned to look at Jiang Bo and only then realized that their leader had already escaped.

Their morale collapsed instantly, their once-firm lines began to falter, and the soldiers began to scatter and flee.

Chen Zhennan's charge was like a sharp dagger, aimed directly at Jiang Bo's heart.

Jiang Bo's army retreated like the tide, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Since their leader, Jiang Bo, had already chosen to desert, they naturally would no longer be enemies with Chen Zhennan.

The soldiers quickly made way, clearing a path to victory for Chen Zhennan and his special forces.

Chen Zhennan rode his horse in a frenzied pursuit of Jiang Bo. His warhorse was like a black lightning bolt, cutting through the smoke of the battlefield and heading straight for Jiang Bo.

Jiang Bo urged his warhorse to flee with all his might, his face filled with panic, sweat and mud mixed together, making his face look ferocious.

Chen Zhennan raised his gun, aimed at Jiang Bo's warhorse, and fired a shot that struck the horse's hind leg.

The warhorse let out a painful neigh, and the rider and horse fell backward. Jiang Bo fell to the ground in agony and slid a long distance away.

His armor scraped against the ground, making a screeching sound, and he cried out in pain.

Chen Zhennan rode up to Jiang Bo's side, put down his submachine gun, drew his long sword, and dismounted.

Chen Zhennan looked down at Jiang Bo, his long knife slowly approaching his throat.

Jiang Bo struggled to turn over, looking at Chen Zhennan with a worried expression, his chest heaving.

"Chen Zhennan, please, spare my life. I'm willing to surrender. I'm willing to do anything."

Chen Zhennan sneered and shook his head, saying coldly, "Jiang Bo, I gave you a chance before, preserving your salary and title as the Prince of Qin, but you didn't cherish it. This time, you have no choice but to die."

Jiang Bo's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes flashed with fear.

His voice trembled slightly as he pleaded, "Chen Zhennan, I'm willing to tell you about Shadow. If you're willing to spare my life, I'm willing to tell you everything."

Chen Zhennan stood in front of Jiang Bo, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

He scoffed, a hint of disdain in his voice: "Jiang Bo, I no longer care about Shadow. Getting entangled with Shadow here will only be a waste of time."

Chen Zhennan's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight into Jiang Bo's soul, "Say your last words quickly, or you won't have another chance."

Jiang Bo's lips trembled, his face was filled with despair, but he still tried to beg for mercy.

“Chen Zhennan, I… I can give you more information, I can help you…”

His voice grew softer and softer, almost a murmur.

Upon hearing Jiang Bo beg for mercy, Chen Zhennan instantly lost his patience. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and he swiftly and decisively slashed Jiang Bo's neck with a knife. The movement was clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Blood splattered, and Jiang Bo's body collapsed limply. His life, like an extinguished candle flame, quickly dissipated into the air.

"Now I understand that in this dog-eat-dog world, it's a never-ending struggle, and the death of the enemy is the only end!"