Zhangchu's Madness

In the dead of night, "beauty" Xiao Ya had sent another generous tip. Time to hurry up and post another chapter, though it was a little late...

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The evacuation of more than thirty million civilians had left Chen City's South Urban District eerily empty, nine homes in ten deserted. Only Han Xin's army, which had bypassed the gates and scaled the walls, remained. It clung to Han Guang's forces and drove straight toward the city center.

"Clop, clop, clop..."

The Huan King's thirty-eight thousand Special Legion troops, every one of them mounted, poured into the city in a column stretching for miles. Their hoofbeats rolled like thunder.

Wherever they passed, Han Xin's soldiers, who had been killing and setting fires with abandon, hastily gave way. None dared block the Huan King's Special Legions, and Jian Shang led all thirty-eight thousand troops straight to Chen City's center.

Chen City, capital of the Zhangchu State. The royal palace.

The palace sprawled across dozens of miles, encircled by walls a hundred feet high and more than ten yards thick.

Now banners crowded the palace and people filled every corner. They stood shoulder to shoulder atop its walls, while inside and outside, the crowds rose like mountains and surged like seas. Every one of them was a Zhangchu veteran.

"Greetings, Huan King!"

No sooner had Jian Shang reached the palace than Han Guang, who had only just retreated there, hurried back to greet him.

Blood stained Han Guang's armor, and his left arm was gone from the shoulder. His personal guards were spattered with blood as well, a testament to the savagery of the battle for the city wall.

"Hmm?"

Jian Shang frowned at the sight of him.

"I led five hundred thousand elite troops and five thousand personal guards into battle at