Chapter 300

The Wei family father and son inside the city had already made preparations, waiting for the enemy to move outside; they also opened the city gate and charged out to launch a pincer attack.

Who knew the situation would suddenly deteriorate so quickly that the two of them didn't even understand what was happening.

After climbing the city wall and seeing the You flag and Wei flag fluttering in the wind at the front, the people of Dun City did not become ecstatic.

The old master indeed lived up to expectations; not only did he come himself, he also brought his eldest nephew.

This person is quite a handful, really a big move.

Then the Great King came up with an even bigger move, firing four or five explosive crossbow bolts that completely threw the enemy cavalry into chaos, after which someone threw down their weapons and surrendered.

Wei Ke even rubbed his eyes, "Dad, am I seeing things from hunger? How come I see them seeming to have stopped fighting?"

"... It looks like they surrendered? They threw down their weapons."

"Should we still charge out?"

"... Let's wait and see, first conserve our strength."

Inside Dun City, they lay down defeated; the Great King's threats and explosive crossbow bolts utterly broke the Chen family army's morale.

Their will to resist wasn't nearly as strong as that of the Xiongnu.

Before this expedition, they considered themselves Great Jin soldiers, but now following the general they've been colluding with the enemy and harming their own people; they were originally accustomed to obeying orders. Now the enemy has a divine weapon, and even though they know they can't win, why would they still act as the 'villain'?

Oh, that guy over there also bears the surname Baili; he's truly of royal lineage.

Surrendering to King You isn't shameful; maybe they could actually survive? Under the threat of death, they quickly found sufficient reasons.

Anyway, Chen Feng seemed already dead, and the Chen family army quickly knelt in surrender.

The Great King brought forward the rear troops not to prepare for a life‑or‑death clash with Chen Feng's men, but mainly to intimidate; he would persuade if possible, since he had no intention of slaughtering ordinary soldiers.

The situation is proceeding roughly as expected, and the Great King counts himself satisfied.

The surrendered Chen family army ordinary soldiers knelt to one side while someone kept watch; the cavalry went up and bound the few surviving officers, then went to the heavily damaged area to drag Chen Feng out.

This guy was also fortunate—he still had breath, only losing an arm to the blast, and whether he passed out from the explosion's shock or from the fall is unknown.

The Great King thought, "Let's save him first; if he lives, we'll drag him back to be neighbors with Wanniuyu—maybe he'll be useful later." For example, selling him to Fatty Four or something.

Seeing Marquis Wei Ting already leading the Southwest Army to fill in the big pit Chen Feng had dug, the city walls erupted in cheers—they had been saved, truly awaiting reinforcements.

Wei Ke asked his father, "Shouldn't we go help fill it?"

Wei Peng relaxed, plopped down on the city wall, and said, "No need to go—look at your grandfather, full of spirit; it'd be a waste to fill the pit."

Wei Ke: ……

Things were looking up—even his father started cracking jokes.

They felt themselves growing thinner day by day, seeing others the same way, and had grown accustomed to it.

The Great King almost teared up at first sight of them.

These two skinny, dark little monkeys certainly aren't my uncle and cousin!

He fell silent for a moment, then choked out, "You've been ruined!" Their family could never have such ugly people.

Wei Shen saw that his father and elder brother, though disheveled, were still alive and well, and he felt relieved. Hearing that, he laughed and asked the Great King, "Do you still want to look like Wei Ke?"

The Great King shook his head vigorously, "Before my older cousin looks good, I temporarily don't want to resemble him." This guy is terrifyingly realistic.

Wei Ke: ……

The two lively troublemakers arrive, and any sentimental, sorrowful atmosphere instantly dissipates.

Everyone sat down to settle accounts, also interrogated the few high‑ranking officials under Chen Feng, and basically pieced together the truth.

"The Cui family really schemed to the utmost!" Wei Shen fumed.

The Great King fell silent for a moment, "Old Fourth is harder to deal with than Old Eldest…… I don't know whether my father emperor's death was in their calculations…… Perhaps…… it's not far off. I will never forget that it was the Guanglu Xun of the Cui family who single‑handedly urged my father emperor to launch the campaign."

The more the Great King thought, the angrier he grew, "Does Fatty Four just want that position so badly? Sitting on that broken chair in Jianzhang Palace, can it grant immortality?"

Wei Peng felt the Great King was full of childish charm at this moment, utterly adorable, and affectionately ruffled his little tuft of hair, saying, "If he can't sit up there, he'll remain a feudal prince for life; if he does, from this day forward the world will be shared by his descendants—it's different."

The Great King thought to himself, "Just worry about myself—what's with the descendants! If they can't guard such a huge country, it'd have been better never to have them! How easy is it to bear a legacy of eternal infamy!"

But since his maternal grandparents' descendants are present, he finally swallowed those words.

He himself has no descendants, but his maternal grandfather does.

He— the Great King himself—still wanted to mooch off his elders~

He, the king himself, was still planning to sponge off his parents~

Author's chatter:

Seeing the discussion in the rear circle, someone said my monthly income for this book should be able to reach thirty thousand……

The foolish author himself was instantly broken down!

He immediately opened the app to check the previous day's daily income, looked again and again, and however he looked it was one hundred seventy‑two yuan nine jiao nine fen!

How can this daily income possibly amount to a monthly thirty thousand? Who can make up the difference for me? I'm crying to death! (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

How can I be so obscure!! (⋟﹏⋞)

I'm the unit price of the male channel, the traffic of the female channel, utterly clueless, ice‑cold! The reading rankings are gone, I'm at eighty thousand reads, a total of eighty thousand over seven days…

If I could earn thirty thousand per month, I wouldn't dare imagine how hard I'd have to work! Everyone here is like God! Even taking leave will be updated daily, truly!

Even in dreams I'd wake up laughing! To say something extremely disrespectful, the foreign persimmon is too stingy, speaking honestly……⁽⁽ƪ(•̩̩̩̩＿•̩̩̩̩)ʃ⁾⁾