The Prime Minister Seduced Me to have Babies!

When Jiang Che was choosing the Death Warriors, Wang Er stepped forward of his own accord. "I’m a fast runner."

"At my speed, there might be a chance I come out alive."

"And even if I don’t, it doesn’t matter. I was an orphan to begin with, there’s nothing much tying me to this world, and there will be no parents grieving for me."

Everyone fell silent for a moment, and Jiang Che bowed to him solemnly. "Then I’ll entrust it to you."

Alone in the tunnel, Wang Er stood there, counting the time.

Only when he felt his comrades should have withdrawn to a safe distance did he take the torch from the tunnel wall and, hands trembling, light that long fuse.

Then he grabbed the torch and started sprinting madly down the tunnel.

After running a stretch, he suddenly hurled the torch from his hand.

He had already seen that sliver of light at the tunnel’s exit.

Just then, a dull boom sounded behind him, and a massive shockwave flung him to the ground.

Wang Er’s hand stretched toward that sliver of light as countless chunks of earth buried him in an instant.

At the very moment he heard the muffled roar, Jiang Che locked his gaze on that section of the city wall.

The ground shook, and the soil on the surface was blasted up and out in all directions.

He hadn’t chosen to blast the wall itself; he knew that little explosives would do almost nothing to granite. What he’d chosen to blow up was the earthen foundation beneath the wall.

Whether it would work or not, he had no certainty in his heart.

He saw clouds of dust billow up. In that rolling haze, the solid granite wall swayed a few times, then suddenly lurched and collapsed downward.

The collapse of the wall kicked up an even greater cloud of dust, accompanied by a deafening crash.

When the noise faded and the dust gradually settled, they saw that a stretch of wall several zhang long had turned into a heap of rubble.

The Jin Country soldiers on the surrounding walls were thrown into panic.

At that moment, the war drums of Jiang Che’s army thundered.

The soldiers charged along the roadway laid across the trench toward the collapsed section of the wall.

It was almost a straight line.

And at the collapsed section, the Jin Country soldiers simply had no way to defend.

No crenellations, no cover—on that pile of collapsed stone, they had no defensive advantage at all and were on equal footing with the soldiers of Great Chu.

And the soldiers of Great Chu were more than twice their number!

Jiang Che, too, rushed toward that rubble heap with the beat of the war drums.

In their desperation, the Jin Country soldiers scrambled for cover among the stones and loosed arrows at the Great Chu troops.

Jiang Che was at the very front.

He wore light leather armor and a silver mask over his face, and in no time he had reached the top of the rubble.

He held a longsword in his hand; wherever the blade passed, it must draw forth a spray of blood.

Behind him were the trusted aides who had followed him for many years, just as unstoppable.

The few of them were like a sharp blade, tearing open a gap. The soldiers behind immediately poured in through that gap, fighting their way over the rubble into the city, then onto the walls.

The slaughter went on until nightfall.

With five thousand troops, they took He City at the cost of remarkably few casualties.

And even now, the supply convoy still had not arrived.

After taking He City, the first order of business was to open the granary so the soldiers could have a full meal, then send out Scouts in carts to deliver a letter to the Duke, and only then begin dealing with the aftermath.

At this moment, the Duke had just met the first group of Scouts Jiang Che had dispatched.

Hearing that the grain and fodder had not reached He City, the Duke could hardly believe it.

It was not even five hundred li; at a faster pace they should have arrived in about five days, slower at most six. Over such a short distance, the grain convoy still hadn’t arrived!

The key was, on the Scouts’ way here, they hadn’t come across that supply convoy at all.

So where had that grain-escort detachment gone?