Night raid?
With over ten thousand elite troops, where do you get the audacity for a night raid?!
Damn—!!!
Wei Ze wanted to turn and run to the residence, but the sound of galloping hooves approached swiftly, and before he could resist, someone knocked him off his horse.
When he regained consciousness.
He was already bound and kneeling on the ground, surrounded by a dense assembly of officials from the Regime.
Not far ahead was once the 'King's Hall', the palace of the Regime, now a place where these Regime officials awaited their demise.
Wei Ze was in a relatively better position, merely cramped together with others.
Further ahead were numerous Regime generals, tribal leaders, the vanguard of resistance against the Han dynasty, now all bound together like livestock, being led under the high-hanging banner.
The black 'Han' character on the banner was like a knife, striking fear into the hearts of people.
Slash!
Slash!
