We have to leave

The situation for the fifth imperial consort was the worst, so their actions were the fastest.

Before long, they slipped out of Adrianople with their own group of people.

"Sister, are you ready?"

Before heading towards the Khitan side, the brother of the fifth imperial consort specifically asked his sister.

"..." The fifth imperial consort, who had just groomed herself, nodded with red eyes, feeling aggrieved.

"That's good then," her brother reassured her. "Don't worry about these trivial matters. Think about it, if we can win over the Khitans, the forces in the hands of the senior and second imperial consorts are simply insufficient."

"Just wait until my nephew becomes the sultan, and by then we can—"

A cry of alarm interrupted them.

The fifth imperial consort and her brother quickly looked up, only to see the messenger heading towards the Khitans falling from his horse.

"What's going on!?"

The fifth imperial consort shouted loudly, her beautiful eyes widening in fear.

In a cloud of dust, Khitan cavalry suddenly charged towards them.

The trembling earth seemed to echo the fear of an abyssal demon.

"No one shall be spared!"

Initially, Shu Yichao was hesitating between charging straight in or besieging the city before attacking. But now, since someone had come out to meet them head-on, there was no need to think twice.

They needed to be dealt with first.

"Shoot them down like shooting willows, every shot hits the mark!!"

Shu Yichao held a curved bow and swiftly fired several arrows, taking down the most gorgeously dressed among the Esman who had come out.

Amidst the screams, the fifth imperial consort first saw her brother being shot in the eye by an arrow, then suddenly lifted into the air.

Then, she felt a tremendous force coming towards her—

In the moment of losing consciousness, the fifth imperial consort suddenly gained some insight.

Their own group of people was really good at adding drama to their situation.

Negotiations?

Did the Khitans even consider negotiations from start to finish?

[What on earth are you doing, Master!?]

[Why did the favorability of the fifth imperial consort drop to zero in an instant!?]

System 12345 was screaming in confusion.

[I can't understand it, I just can't!]

[What kind of buff do you have, Master?]

[You always manage to mess up a great situation...]

System 12345 gritted its teeth.

[Don't panic, Master, we still have a chance—]

[The route with the fifth imperial consort won't work.]

[Let's go find the other imperial consorts, believe me, we can make it work—]

The group with the fifth imperial consort, in total, numbered only two or three hundred.

After Shu Yichao's elite archers unleashed a barrage of arrows followed by a charge, not a single person remained standing among the Esman who had come out.

And at that moment, Shu Yichao's peripheral vision caught sight of a scene at the city gate.

Another group of people dressed in rather splendid attire.

They were carrying colorful flags and riding on horse-drawn carriages, seemingly like Esman nobles.

"Ah! Devils!"

Seeing Shu Yichao leading his troops, sweeping away the followers of the fifth imperial consort like autumn leaves, these people immediately dropped their flags and hurriedly disappeared at the city gate.

"Chase them!"

With a wave of his curved blade, Shu Yichao immediately led his elite cavalry to pursue.

"You chickens, you have already violated the borders of my Roman territory!"

With the addition of another group of fierce warriors to the already chaotic Adrianople, the situation did not become more chaotic.

Because once Shu Yichao entered the scene.

The streets would become quiet.

He could guarantee it with his own chest.

All Esman were very courteous.

With just a few shouts from him, not a single person dared to take a breath.

In this way, amidst the relentless charge, Shu Yichao noticed a group of red figures appearing before him.

"Janissaries?"

The red military uniforms and white felt hats made Shu Yichao immediately recognize these warriors, who bore the distinctive characteristics of the Esman.

"So, they're not all dead!"

"Brothers, follow me!"

Shu Yichao shouted as he charged with a spear in hand.

The terrifying cavalry, like a torrent of steel, trampled over the road in the city center.

The new troops were in chaos.

In the recent internal strife, their warhorses were almost all killed.

Moreover, cavalry didn't play a significant role in urban combat, so they were now all on foot—

Who could have expected a group of cavalry to appear at such a time?

Even more unlucky was the fact that they couldn't hide in the streets, so they could only jostle each other, and then despairingly watch as the cavalry trampled them into a pulp of blood.

"Pasha!"

"Pasha!"

A Esman soldier ran into the side hall, crying out, "It's bad, it's bad!"

Karaga Pasha quickly grabbed him and asked, "What's going on?"

"Karaga Pasha," the soldier cried with snot and tears streaming down his face, "It's over, it's over."

"The Khitans have entered the city!"

"They're like demons!"

"We can't hold them off at all."

"They've even slaughtered all the Janissaries!"

Hearing this earth-shattering news, Karaga Pasha's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Although the troops brought by Sultan Mumoona to Constantinople had already been completely wiped out by Shu Yichao, there were still quite a few reserves within Adrianople and some students undergoing training at the military academy.

While their combat capabilities were not on par with the active-duty troops, they were still quite formidable.

In the recent civil war, Karaga Pasha had managed to gain the upper hand by buying and winning over these new troops with large sums of money.

But he never imagined that the ace up his sleeve would be torn to shreds by the Khitans in just a few days.

"Why is this happening!?"

Hearing such bad news, the second imperial consort was both surprised and terrified. "Is it because those eunuchs didn't negotiate properly?"

"I knew those castrates couldn't be relied upon!"

She gritted her teeth.

"Do they have families? Capture them all and kill—"

"Shut up!" Karaga Pasha growled lowly, rubbing his still painful chest.

"Huff, huff—" After taking a few breaths, he said, "Could it be that he wasn't satisfied with the terms we offered?"

"Or..."

"Did the first and fifth imperial consorts offer a higher price?"

"Right—"

"They are in a weak position now and would agree to anything outrageous."

"Perhaps none of those reasons." The soldier weakly said.

Karaga Pasha stared at him.

"Our messenger was all killed by the Khitans at the city gate," the soldier's throat moved.

"The people sent out by the first imperial consorts were also chopped up."

"I also heard that someone saw the fifth imperial consort trying to contact the Khitans on the city wall, but the Khitans didn't spare them either."

"Sigh."Karaga Pasha pulled out several of his own beard hairs in surprise.

"Brother," the second imperial consort's mind was almost a puddle.

"What do the Khitans want to do?"

From the soldier's account, she realized that the Khitans seemed to have a problem with two things.

One was living.

The other was breathing.

"Huff—" Karaga Pasha closed his eyes, took a deep breath twice, and then reopened his eyes.

"We have to leave."