"What are you doing?!"
"Loose!"
"Whoosh-"
"I surrender! I surrender!!"
Almost as soon as the two sides met, City Gate Commandant Xun Biao threw down his weapon and dropped to his knees at the side, submitting.
Beside him lay the City Gate Marquis's corpse, seven or eight arrows embedded in his body. Blood flowed freely and soon reached Xun Biao's feet, yet Xun Biao dared not move.
The Central Army swiftly seized control of the gates. At several gates, the City Gate Marquises were not even at their posts; who knew where they were consuming powder at that moment.
Such a thing would have been utterly inconceivable in other dynasties, yet in Wei and Jin, it came as no surprise.
After all, this was a half-mad age.
The Central Army's officers and soldiers soon took control of every gate into Luoyang and enforced the restrictions.
Riding in a war chariot, Xiahou Xian led a host of soldiers charging into Luoyang.
When these tens of thousands poured into Luoyang through its various gates, the entire city erupted into chickens-flying, dogs-leaping chaos.
Terrified civilians fled in all directions, while soldiers shouted at everyone to return to their residences and remain indoors. Commandants led their troops in establishing their respective areas of control. Armored soldiers surged down street after street, with guards stopping to hold every intersection.
Xiahou Xian's war chariot charged swiftly along Luoyang's roads, several mounted generals following behind him.
Behind Xiahou Xian followed the most elite unit, the Central Strength Battalion.
When Zhong Yu heard the soldiers outside, he instinctively sensed something was wrong. He hurried out through the main gate with his men, only to find someone standing before it, watching him with a smile.
"Zhang Hua? What are you doing here?"
"Keeping an eye on you, Lord Zhong,