DLERB -Chapter 89 Father Emperor, Look—This Tomato Hotpot Base Has a Pretty Good Color

“Kill!!!”

Thousands of death soldiers carrying siege ladders let out beast-like roars.

They were Xiang Liang’s most elite vanguard troops, specially used for breaking the toughest defenses.

The earth trembled beneath their heavy footsteps.

A black tide surged wildly toward Hangu Pass.

Soon.

The soldiers at the very front had already entered the 150-step range.

This was the effective range of ordinary Qin bows and crossbows.

Yet—

The city wall remained silent.

Nothing moved except the steaming hotpot on the wall.

“Hahaha! The Qin army has no arrows left!”

A coalition squad leader shouted excitedly, raising his shield.

“Their archers are just decorations!”

“Brothers, charge! First one to scale the wall gets a hundred gold reward!”

All the death soldiers were instantly energized.

They believed the Qin defenders were already exhausted, unable even to supply basic ammunition for defense.

Their charge accelerated even more.

120 steps!

100 steps!

80 steps!

The child sitting on the wall eating hotpot didn’t even glance at them.

Tian Dan beside Xiang Liang already showed a smile.

“General Xiang, it seems we worried too much.”

“Hangu Pass will fall in a single charge.”

Xiang Liang said nothing, but the tension at the corner of his mouth relaxed slightly.

Perhaps… he really was overthinking.

Just then—

“Click.”

A crisp, unified mechanical sound came from behind the crenellations of Hangu Pass.

It wasn’t loud.

But it felt like a hook of iron, instantly gripping everyone’s heart.

Then came a second sound.

A third.

“Click! Click! Click!”

The sounds merged into a dense, unsettling wave that made one’s scalp tingle.

It was as if a sleeping steel beast behind the walls was awakening.

On the city wall.

Wang Jian’s weathered face flushed red.

He slammed down the command flag!

“Fire!”

A thunderous roar exploded like lightning.

Behind the battlements—

Three thousand elite Qin soldiers expressionlessly pulled the triggers of their God Arm Crossbows.

No shouting.

No battle cries.

Only action.

“Swoosh!”

This was not three thousand arrows.

This was three thousand black lightning bolts!

There was no graceful arc like normal arrows.

Only straight lines of death.

The arrows screamed as they cut through the air, producing a sharp, ear-piercing howl.

A black storm shot forward horizontally!

The coalition squad leader at the front still had a frozen smile on his face.

He watched a small black dot rapidly expand in his pupils.

Instinctively, he raised his wooden shield.

A sturdy shield made of fine paulownia wood, layered with three sheets of oxhide.

“Pfft!”

A soft sound.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter.

The shield was instantly pierced.

The squad leader lowered his head.

He saw a black crossbow bolt enter through the front of the shield, pierce his chest, and emerge from his back.

The immense force carried his body backward.

“Bang!”

The soldier behind him didn’t even react in time.

He was smashed to the ground by his comrade’s corpse.

And that same bolt, after piercing the first man, still did not stop.

With another “pfft,” it drilled into the second soldier’s chest.

One arrow, two kills.

The two men were like insects skewered on a stick, pinned firmly to the ground.

And this was only the beginning.

“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”

The shields in the hands of coalition soldiers shattered like paper under the storm of bolts.

The black arrow rain tore through their last line of defense with ease.

The front ranks were shot down almost simultaneously.

They didn’t even have time to scream.

Their bodies were nailed to the ground by immense force, twitching before going still.

Blood instantly dyed the yellow sand red.

The soldiers behind froze in terror.

They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

What kind of weapon was this?

What kind of power was this?

In that moment of hesitation—

The synchronized “clicking” sound came again from the walls.

“Fire!”

Wang Jian’s second command roared out once more.

“Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!”

Another rain of death poured down.

This time, the target was the middle ranks of the coalition army.

The soldiers who had just been hesitating were instantly engulfed.

Like wheat cut by a scythe, entire rows collapsed.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Cries of agony filled the battlefield.

The entire battlefield had turned into a one-sided slaughterhouse.

Behind the coalition army.

Three hundred paces away.

Tian Dan and Zhao Xie were standing with their personal guards, “overseeing the battle.”

This distance was absolutely safe.

No bow or crossbow could possibly reach here.

They were preparing to watch a good show.

Suddenly—

Tian Dan felt the sky above him darken.

He subconsciously looked up.

Dozens of small black dots were falling from the sky.

“Stray arrows?”

That thought flashed through his mind.

Impossible! How could stray arrows reach three hundred paces?!

“Pfft!”

A crossbow bolt brushed past his helmet, slicing off the red plume on top.

The cold sensation made his entire body stiffen.

He turned his head.

His most loyal guard captain beside him had a black crossbow bolt embedded in his forehead.

The captain’s expression was still frozen in leisurely amusement, as if he were still watching a show.

But his body had already fallen straight off his horse.

“Pfft! Pfft!”

The surrounding guards instantly collapsed in large numbers.

These pampered royal guards had never seen anything like this.

They hadn’t even seen the enemy’s face before their lives were harvested.

“Aaaah!!!”

Tian Dan’s horse was also struck in the neck by a crossbow bolt.

The horse let out a tragic neigh and collapsed heavily.

Caught off guard, Tian Dan rolled off and fell to the ground in a miserable heap.

Ignoring the pain, he scrambled backward on all fours, screaming in terror.

“Demonic arts! This is demonic sorcery!”

“How can Qin crossbows… have such power?!”

His voice was shrill and distorted from extreme fear.

On the city wall.

Wang Jian looked at the scene of blood flowing below.

His hands were trembling.

Not from fear—but from excitement.

He had fought all his life, yet never seen killing efficiency like this.

The first row of Qin soldiers finished firing and immediately stepped back.

From their waist-mounted magazines, they took out fresh bolt packs and snapped them into place with a “click.”

Then they began turning the crank.

The entire process flowed like water, taking less than ten breaths.

While they were reloading—

The second row of soldiers had already stepped forward to take their place.

Another wave of arrow rain howled out.

There was no gap.

An endless reaping machine of death!

So this was what the Ninth Prince called a “production line”?

This was the power unleashed after feeding soldiers potato beef stew until they were full?

Wang Jian’s breathing grew heavy.

He looked at the coalition forces below—running futilely and screaming in despair under the arrow rain.

Only four words remained in his mind:

Power of gods and demons!

Ying Ziye picked up a slice of cooked lamb, blew on it lightly, and calmly placed it in his mouth.

The thick smell of blood below mixed strangely with the aroma of hotpot.

He looked down at the blood-soaked battlefield.

Tilting his little head, he said to Ying Zheng:

“Father Emperor, look.”

“The color of this tomato hotpot base is quite authentic.”

Ying Zheng: “……”

Beside him, Li Si’s chopsticks slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground.

Below the city.

Xiang Liang’s face had completely lost all color.

He watched his elite troops being harvested like straw.

His heart bled.

“Hold the line! Hold the line for me!!”

He roared.

But it was useless.

Within the range of the God Arm Crossbow, flesh and blood meant nothing.

The ordinary soldiers had completely collapsed and begun fleeing.

“Useless! A bunch of useless trash!”

Xiang Liang trembled with rage.

He knew that if this continued, before even reaching the walls, the morale of his 300,000-strong army would completely collapse.

His eyes turned blood-red as he looked at a guard behind him.

“Go!”

“Release the ‘Giant Spirit’!”

The order was passed.

From the chaotic rear ranks of the coalition, a path opened.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Heavy footsteps like mountain tremors approached from afar.

A giant over nine chi tall stepped forward.

He was bare-chested, muscles like coiled dragons.

The most terrifying part—he carried no weapon.

In his hands was a shield.

But it wasn’t a shield at all.

It was a massive iron-plated city gate panel, torn straight off a gate!

This thousand-jin colossal shield was lifted effortlessly in front of him.

And so he advanced alone.

Holding that massive gate.

Facing the rain of arrows.

Step by step, he walked toward Hangu Pass.