Prince Qi's actions made the several Hundred-Household Officers around him exchange glances, and at last, smiles appeared on their faces.
"Your Majesty is wise. At this desperate juncture, the Zheng Dynasty's dragon son has finally merged into our fold."
"???" Prince Qi seemed to sense something and looked over, only to see the Divine Strategy Army kneeling with solemn faces, speaking in unison.
"We beseech Your Majesty to let us fight!"
Prince Qi swept his gaze across them. Still able to keep his composure, he slowly let out a breath. "Then go!"
"You few, circle around, kill them, and open the sluice!"
"Yes!"
In the still pitch-black night, lightning suddenly flashed. Several figures moved with such agility that they scarcely seemed human. Their bodies sprang upward, flipping onto the stone dam like phantoms, already racing toward the tower room.
Prince Qi merely watched in silence.
He was not worried about guards. Even if there were any, there would not be many—the elites had all gone to defend the city gates.
In truth, opening the dam and releasing the water was only a question of whether one had a conscience, not whether it could be done.
Like the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, dams stood everywhere. Any one of them could be torn open, so long as one was ruthless enough.
The black-clad men stood pressed against the edge of the tower room in perfect formation, bodies leaning forward, faces expressionless.
"Kill!" With two muffled puffs, several men charged forward at astonishing speed. Long blades flashed, and beads of blood sprayed out.
Then limbs of every sort flew through the air, blood splashing everywhere.
"Enemy attack!"
Such slaughter naturally alerted the guards to the ghostly figures rushing at them. One man drew his long blade with a clang, but before