"Is the person who came to us the Qin State's Grand Commandant, the wicked Fu?!" King Loulan said in a strange tone, even adopting the manner of speaking typical of the Chinese.
Thanks to the prosperity of Loulan, they have had a lot of contact with merchants from various places in recent years and have learned some of the language of the Central Plains.
The wicked man frowned, finding the strange tone extremely grating, and immediately roared, "Qin army, listen to my command, attack the city!"
"Whoever is the first to scale the walls, breach the city, and behead that scoundrel will be richly rewarded!"
The Fierce Tiger Army was filled with excitement, whipping their horses wildly, causing them to neigh in pain as they suddenly accelerated towards the city of Loulan.
Seeing this, the King of Loulan remained calm. He knew the Qin army was formidable, but he also had his own plans.
He waved his hand, signaling the guards around him to step back, and then stepped forward alone, replying in his broken Central Plains dialect: "You wicked Grand Commandant, Loulan has no grudge against Qin, why must we fight each other?"
The King of Loulan's calmness surprised the evil man. He had thought the King of Loulan would panic, but he did not expect him to be so composed.
Seeing that the opportunity was not to be missed, the King of Loulan continued, "If the general is willing to withdraw his troops, Loulan is willing to offer gold, women, and other gifts as compensation to show our friendship."
The King of Loulan knew that although the Qin army was strong, it had traveled a long distance and its supplies were not easy to obtain. If peace could be achieved by exchanging wealth, it would be beneficial to both sides.
Upon hearing this, the wicked man's disdain deepened, and he coldly uttered, "Once we destroy your Loulan, everything will be ours. Why would we need your pittance?!"
The King of Loulan's heart skipped a beat. This guy was truly stubborn; he was determined to destroy Loulan. Seeing that bribery was useless, he resorted to coercion.
"Grand Commandant, my Loulan army numbers 50,000, and we have fortified cities. You think you can destroy Loulan with your mere 10,000 elite troops? Even if you win, you will pay a heavy price. Why don't we sit down and talk things over?"
"Talk about your mother, and pretend to be something you're not?" The wicked husband raised an eyebrow, too lazy to pay any more attention to the King of Loulan.
Seeing this, Zhang Han grinned and shouted, "Brothers, follow me and charge! Let's wipe out this frog in a well from Loulan!"
He knew that the wicked husband's decision would not change unless the King of Loulan opened the city gates and handed Loulan over.
The warhorses were extremely fast, constantly closing the distance between the two sides.
Thus, the King of Loulan finally gave up, realizing that his wicked husband was determined to fight. He immediately gritted his teeth and roared, "Release the arrows! Shoot these Qin soldiers to death!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a sparse rain of arrows began to fall upon the Fierce Tiger Army.
Liehu Jun remained calm, pulled out his shield from his back, and then lowered his body to lie close to his horse so that the shield could protect both the warhorse and himself.
When it comes to archery skills, the barbarians of the Western Regions are far inferior to the three tribes of the grasslands.
Whether in terms of bow power or accuracy, the two are worlds apart. They have been ravaged by the grasslands for a long time and have faced countless arrows from the grassland barbarians. They only have disdain for the arrows of the Loulan soldiers.
A volley of arrows rained down, and before the second volley could even begin, some of the Fierce Tiger Army soldiers had already reached the city gate.
As the soldiers took out parts from their bodies and assembled them, the Mo family's latest city-breaking mechanism was completed.
"Bang!!"
"Bang!!"
"boom....."
After only a few ramming attempts, the city gate was smashed open, and many of the lagging soldiers hadn't even reached the gate yet.
"I'm speechless. Is that all? Is that all?"
The wicked man and Zhang Han instantly lost interest; the city gate was as flimsy as paper, making them lose even the desire to fight.
"kill--!"
"Little lamb from the Western Regions, your great-father has arrived!"
The soldiers of the Fierce Tiger Army charged into the city with savage smiles, and the trembling Loulan soldiers looked like sheep to them.
Loulan City was immediately thrown into chaos, with cries and pleas for help rising and falling.
The King of Loulan looked miserable and was filled with regret. He had thought that he could avoid the war with his eloquence and the wealth of Loulan, but he never expected that the greed and brutality of the Qin army would far exceed his imagination.
The Fierce Tiger Army stormed into the city like a raging flood, mercilessly slaughtering every Loulan soldier who resisted.
The people of Loulan scattered and fled for their lives, and the streets were filled with the stench of blood and death.
The wicked man and Zhang Han rode their warhorses leisurely into the city. Watching the Fierce Tiger Army slaughtering the animals as easily as killing chickens and sheep, they immediately laughed and said, "Zhang Han, tell me, what's the difference between these barbarians and those two-legged sheep?!"
"There's no difference, they're all equally weak anyway!" Zhang Han grinned and replied.
The wicked man's expression was somewhat complicated. In the era when the Qin state was powerful, the barbarians were like ants seeing the blue sky when they saw the Qin state. If it weren't for the death of the First Emperor, the incompetence of Fusu, and the conspiracy between Zhao Gao and Li Si to promote Huhai, how could the Qin state have perished after only two generations?
Without further ado, if the First Emperor had been given ten years to cultivate Fusu into a capable ruler and maintain the status quo, thus mitigating and stabilizing the negative impacts of the fall of the six states, what role would Liu Bang and his ilk have played?
On the city wall, the King of Loulan, protected by several loyal guards, attempted to escape the center of the battlefield, but was quickly surrounded by the Qin army and subsequently killed and captured.
The wicked man and Zhang Han rode on their tall horses, looking down at the King of Loulan with eyes full of triumphant satisfaction.
"King of Loulan, do you have any last words?" the wicked husband asked with a cold laugh.
The King of Loulan remained expressionless, knowing his fate was beyond redemption. He closed his eyes, silently reciting the landscape of Loulan, regretting his past actions of being the first to act.
"I have nothing to say." The King of Loulan's voice was calm and firm.
"You're quite the man!" The wicked man nodded, signaling the soldiers beside him to take action.
With a single command, the life of the King of Loulan came to an end, and his dreams and the glory of Loulan vanished with him.
"The King of Loulan is dead. If you do not surrender, we will massacre the entire city!"
When Zhang Han held up the head of the Loulan king and shouted loudly, the Loulan soldiers, who had already been terrified, immediately threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground begging for their lives.
The Qin army first gathered them together and put them under strict guard, while other troops plundered the city of Loulan, looting all its treasures.
Loulan, a once prosperous and powerful kingdom in the Western Regions, was reduced to ruins under the iron hooves of the Qin army.
The wicked man stood on the city wall, looking up at the sky. "I reckon it'll only take two hours. Loulan is too weak. How boring!"
"What are you talking about? The brothers finished without even breaking a sweat. They're really something... um... how should I put it!" Zhang Han wanted to say something, but he was too uncultured and stammered for a long time without finding the right words to describe it.
"You've already taken your pants off, and you're telling me you're having your period?" The wicked husband smirked.
Zhang Han's eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean!"
"How about we take a look around and see if there are any other Western Region kingdoms nearby, and wipe out a few of them along the way?" Zhang Han smacked his lips, still eager for more.
"No!" The wicked man shook his head and chuckled, "There will be plenty of opportunities later, why rush? After all, the Western Regions are known as the Thirty-Six Kingdoms!"
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