To the First Emperor of Qin: The state has decreed this!

Chapter 137 Entering the Stone House! Where is the bottom line for humanity?

"Clang!"

A sword's cry rang out from the wall of the prefectural governor's mansion.

A soldier raised the Ding Qin sword high.

The sword gleamed in the firelight, its imposing presence sending shivers down the spines of every soldier who saw it.

"The Sword of Qin is here! By order of the First Emperor, capture the court's wanted criminal, Feng Jing!"

"Are you, as soldiers of the Great Qin, destined to aid the wicked and associate with treacherous officials?"

"Retreat immediately! Anyone who disobeys will be punished for treason!!"

The sound echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

The five thousand county soldiers who had just completed the encirclement were instantly thrown into chaos.

The Sword that Stabilizes Qin!

That really is His Majesty's Sword of Qin!

The words "as if I were personally present" weighed heavily on the hearts of every soldier.

They dared not disrespect the sword.

Many soldiers had already laid down their weapons, their faces showing fear and hesitation.

Seeing this, Han Zhen's heart sank.

He knew this was the most crucial moment.

Once morale wavers, these 5,000 men will collapse.

He can't retreat.

"Everyone, hold your ground!"

Han Zhen drew his sword from his waist and beheaded a hesitant centurion beside him.

Blood splattered all over his face.

He pointed his sword in the direction of the prefectural governor's mansion and roared:

"Listen to me, all of you!"

"What Qin Sword! That's fake!"

"The person inside is a traitorous villain who, under the guise of a celestial master, intends to murder the prefect! It's treason!!"

"I now command you! Attack immediately and quell the rebellion!"

"All credit will be shared with you all! All blame will be borne by me alone!!"

"Kill them all!!!"

Han Zhen's roar had an effect, temporarily stabilizing the restless morale of the troops.

The promise of a hefty reward and accountability spurred the wavering soldiers to once again raise their weapons.

Although they still held awe and fear for the Dingqin Sword in their eyes.

However, under the general's coercion and enticement, a battle of offense and defense became inevitable.

"Release the arrows!"

With a captain's roar, the order was relayed down the ranks.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A large number of arrows were shot into the sky, whistling as they fell from all directions into the prefectural governor's mansion.

"Raise your shields!"

"Find cover!"

Inside the courtyard.

Zhang Fan's soldiers roared in anger.

Although they were not heavily armored, they were well-trained.

Use pillars, artificial hills, or even enemy corpses as cover as quickly as possible to reduce casualties.

But even so.

Faced with an attack of arrows from thousands of people, their situation instantly became dangerous.

Shouts of battle rang out again.

The county soldiers outside had already begun setting up ladders, preparing to storm the courtyard walls.

Although the resistance in the inner courtyard was quelled, the battle in the outer courtyard entered its most brutal phase.

Zhang Fan's soldiers, relying on their high morale and martial skills, held every gap and refused to yield an inch.

Everywhere was filled with the glint of swords and the clash of blades; people were constantly falling, their blood splattering everywhere.

Every moment, someone falls.

There were guards from the Feng family and soldiers under Zhang Fan's command.

Blood stained the earth, flowing across the bluestone slabs.

The entire prefectural governor's mansion became a brutal battlefield.

Zhang Fan stood at the boundary between the inner and front courtyards, continuously wielding the Ding Qin Sword in his hand, slaying all the enemies who tried to break through the defenses.

His expression was grave, and he was rapidly calculating in his mind.

Han Zhen's reaction was even more resolute than he had imagined.

The intimidation of the Ding Qin Sword ultimately failed to stop him.

So...

it's time.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes as he prepared to issue the final order to execute the "Heavenly Thunder" plan—

Just then!

"grown ups!!"

A roar filled with anger came from deep within the inner courtyard.

Several guards came running over.

His face was filled with terror, anger, and grief.

His lips trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was one of extreme pain.

"My lord! We...we've found...a hidden chamber in the dungeon!"

He pointed towards the backyard, his voice trembling, incoherent with extreme anger.

"Inside...inside..."

He couldn't continue, he just stared at Zhang Fan with bloodshot eyes, and let out a low growl.

Zhang Fan's heart sank.

An ominous premonition rose in his heart.

He could sense the intense anger and grief emanating from this soldier.

What kind of scene could cause a soldier who is used to life and death to lose his composure like this?

"Take me there!"

Without hesitation, Zhang Fan handed over the front line of defense to Wang Hu.

He grabbed the arm of the guard and ran toward the backyard.

Several guards followed closely behind.

Led by the guard, they soon arrived at the entrance to a dungeon located next to the stable in the backyard.

A mixture of blood, stench, and medicinal smell emanated from the black entrance.

"My lord! He's down there!"

"Just now, one of Feng Jing's trusted men was about to set this place on fire!"

"They were discovered in time by our people and killed on the spot!"

Listening to the report from his personal guard, Zhang Fan's mood became even heavier.

Carrying the Ding Qin sword, he was the first to descend the stone steps leading underground.

The moment he stepped into the dungeon, the instant he saw the scene before him, his pupils contracted to their maximum size.

This is not a dungeon.

This is hell on earth.

The dark and damp stone chamber contained no instruments of torture, only rows of stone beds.

On each stone bed lay one or more girls covered in wounds.

Most of them were between their teens and twenties, and they were only wrapped in rags. Their exposed skin was covered with whip marks, branding marks, and various scars.

Some of the girls had their limbs chained to the corner of the wall, and their bodies were already cold.

Some of the girls had swollen bellies, but had already passed away, with traces of their dying pain still lingering on their faces.

Those who are still alive are in an even more dire situation.

Their eyes were empty, numb, and lifeless.

That's the look that appears when all hope and dignity have been stripped away.

They were like soulless bodies!

There was no reaction to Zhang Fan and his group's intrusion.

It was as if nothing in the world could still stir their emotions.

"brute!!!"

The guards following behind Zhang Fan roared in unison the moment they saw this scene.

"Bang!"

A soldier with bloodshot eyes slammed his fist into the stone wall next to him.

He smashed a crack into the solid wall.

His fist was shattered and bleeding profusely, but he felt no pain.

"Are they...are they even human?!"

He pointed at the imprisoned girls, his body trembling violently with rage.

"Those damned beasts!!"

"Kill them! My lord! Tear them to pieces!!!"

The soldiers' roars and howls echoed through the dungeon.

They are soldiers; they have killed people and seen blood.

They can fight the enemy on the battlefield.

But what they saw before them completely shattered their bottom line as "human beings".