The King of Qi, Jiang Xian, was dead, more dead than one could imagine. When an officer of Qi Country found the carriage overturned by the explosion of an aerial bomb, all he could see was the bullet-riddled corpse of the King of Qi inside.
He held the corpse and wept bitterly, and many soldiers of Qi Country gathered around, silently witnessing everything that was happening.
The airplanes of Tang Army continued to circle overhead, occasionally diving to strafe the crowd.
The terrifying missiles had left huge craters in the estate, blasting the place beyond recognition, with houses collapsed and structures shattered.
Everywhere there were corpses, some once untouchably noble, some powerful enough to sway the court, and others just like them, simply the most ordinary soldiers.
Now, less than half of the Imperial Guard regiment was still alive, but those alive had already lost the target they were supposed to protect.
