The Fall of Chen City

"Rumble..."

As the Great Qin Faction's army closed in on Chen City's royal palace, more and more siege engines slowly entered the city.

Siege engines moved at a crawl, but ten days had given them ample time.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Once the siege engines arrived, catapults, stone throwers, siege towers, and other engines almost encircling the palace began unleashing their might from hundreds of meters away. Their bombardment blotted out the sky.

Both armies stretched on in dense, unbroken masses, practically shoulder to shoulder. The siege crews could have fired blindly and still flattened swathes of soldiers.

Thousands of siege engines against a royal palace no larger than a medium-sized city—the outcome was easy to imagine. It was like firing cannons at a swarm of mosquitoes!

With every volley, the Zhang Chu Faction suffered tens or even hundreds of thousands of casualties. Even the palace crumpled and collapsed as easily as if it were made of paper.

This was no battle. It was naked, bloody slaughter.

The bombardment rained down on the magnificent palace from afar. Its shadow swallowed the Zhang Chu Faction's last hope...

Despair, madness, death...

These became the Zhang Chu Faction's only refrain!

On the eleventh day...

Within half a day of the siege engines' arrival, the palace had fallen completely. Its bluestone walls were almost entirely leveled, and the magnificent palace lay in ruins.

Viewed from above, the palace resembled a pitted stretch of stony wasteland.

Ganwen Palace.

Thirty-eight thousand soldiers of the Special Legions had gathered there, staring in terror at the rain of boulders hurtling toward them.

Bang, bang, bang...

Boulders kept bursting apart in midair, quickly building a dense layer of sandy mist above Ganwen Palace. It felt like facing a sandstorm.

Hua Qiandai stood atop the main hall of Ganwen Palace,