The soldiers' footsteps echoed through the silent night, every step filled with strength and determination.
Their figures looked exceptionally resolute and brave beneath the moonlight.
However, when the soldiers truly entered the city, they discovered that its defenses were far weaker than expected. The city guard had already been corrupted, addicted to pleasure and greed, having long forgotten their duties and honor as soldiers.
Judging by the city's size, there should have been a thousand guards, but when the fighting began, there were fewer than twenty. These guards were like paper tigers, collapsing at the first touch.
Although the city's nobles and lords had their own private forces, they were a disorganized rabble, each fighting on their own. They lacked unified command and tactical coordination, knowing only how to charge and slaughter blindly.
Moreover, their scheming and mutual deception greatly weakened the city's defensive strength.
Even when a neighboring noble had been overrun, noble families only a few hundred meters away remained completely unmoved. They even pulled all sorts of sabotage, preferring others to die rather than themselves.
Fortunately, Chang Wei said that after seeing several thousand years of history and culture, he had seen it all before. This sort of thing was commonplace, just like the Ming Dynasty. If those people had been willing to spend money, their entire families would not have been confiscated and exterminated.
Surrounded by the united soldiers, they were defeated one by one.
Not a single Hundred Man Slayer-level expert appeared throughout the entire battle.
Perhaps the southern region's environment truly was not very good. Any remotely capable soldier had gone to the imperial capital or elsewhere to seek better prospects.
This ruined Chang Wei's original plan to let them experience a battle of the weak defeating the strong.
Chang Wei stood at a