On a mountaintop.
The area was now covered in gunpowder smoke and flickering flames.
Imperial soldiers escorted the ash-covered, dirt-faced bandits down the mountain.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion.
And in a clearing halfway up the mountain path...
Song Chi was kneeling on the ground, his head bowed.
Standing before Song Chi was the heroic young man from before.
This was none other than the second son of the King of Yan.
Gu Gaoxu.
The King of Yan's second son was currently studying the mortar tube in his hands, examining it from top to bottom.
He looked at its base, then at its muzzle.
He even brought it to his nose and sniffed it.
"Be honest. Did you really make this?"
Gu Gaoxu, holding the tube, tapped it against Song Chi's helmet and raised an eyebrow.
Song Chi kept his head low and repeated:
"It was indeed made by men under my command, specifically to deal with these mountain bandits."
But Gu Gaoxu's face was full of disbelief.
'What a joke.'
