As he finished speaking, he pulled a fine hairpin from his crown, sharpened it into an even finer blade, and sliced it across the throat of the third prince of Anda.
"No..." The Tartars cried out in anguish, their fear gone.
Countless spears pierced through the chests of the despicable Dayu people, then lifted the two men up and slammed them onto the solid ground.
"Why did you have to go through all this?" Fang Yuan coughed up blood. "I'm just a criminal who stole someone else's fame. I should just die. You could have been a carefree prince."
"Didn't you also say you wanted to be a powerful minister, to control all the aristocratic families and stop them from being so arrogant? Unfortunately, you chose the wrong path and targeted the wrong people." Zhu Changyu said weakly, "If you could go back seven years, would you still have persecuted General Fang's widow?"
"It's beyond my control..." Fang Yuan smiled and closed his eyes. "Some things are simply too powerless to change."
The Tartars swarmed forward from afar, only to find that the Third Prince was already dead.
Enraged, they turned the tables and raised their spears once more, piercing every inch of flesh from the two men until their limbs were mangled and there was not a single piece of good flesh left.
But it still didn't appease him.
The saying goes, "To catch the thief, first catch the king." The death of the third prince, who was leading the troops, had greatly shaken the morale of the army.
With bloodshot eyes, the Tartars lifted the two mangled corpses high and slammed them against the city wall like mud.
"No." Fang Heng, who had watched the whole thing, shook his head, almost jumping down.
Jiang Chengyuan grabbed him tightly, listening intently to the sounds, "They're here, they're here, the reinforcements are here."
With 50,000 reinforcements from the Guanjin line and 50,000 from the Guyuan line, plus the 50,000 Jiang family troops who secretly withdrew, a total of 150,000 men turned around and besieged the Tartars.
Even with the Third Prince present, the decline would have been difficult to reverse, let alone now that he has left.
With the enemy leaderless, our forces are advancing with unstoppable momentum.
This great battle will ultimately be recorded in history.
The merits and demerits of the two traitors will be left for future generations to judge.
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