From the moment the artillery of the Divine Mechanism Camp covered the battlefield, the outcome of this battle was no longer in doubt.
On the Observation Tower, Prince Heng's face was ashen, his hands gripping the railing before him tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hands.
He stared hard at the front, and the strategists and civil servants around him dared not breathe loudly; on their faces, there was no more confidence or arrogance.
Only heart-pounding fear, disbelief, and... terror!
No one had anticipated the Qingzhou Army would collapse so quickly. When the artillery covered the battlefield and the chariots began to fall, the smiles on their faces vanished.
As the "Young Master" started the charge, with high morale, slaughtering the nearly collapsed Qingzhou rebel army, the game had reached its "closing" stage.
"Prince!" Everyone only saw Prince Heng's body stagger awkwardly, nearly falling, causing them to be greatly alarmed.
