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At this moment, Song Yan was standing on the city wall, looking at the enemy army that was like a dark cloud pressing down on his head, with an indescribable sense of tension in his heart.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, but couldn't control the slight trembling.

"Brother Song, why don't you go down? It's dangerous here." An Qi stood closely to Song Yan's left, leaning forward slightly, ready to protect him at any time.

Song Yan shook her head, her eyes firm: "No need, I'll just watch here."

He knew he couldn't be of much help, but at least he needed to understand the battle situation so that he would have peace of mind.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

At this time, the soldiers saluted one after another. Song Yan looked back and saw that Li Yanche had climbed up the city wall without him knowing.

He was wearing silver armor, with a long sword hanging from his waist. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque but revealed a murderous aura. Behind him followed Zhan Qingyue and several generals.

The young man stood on the top of the city wall with an upright figure, and behind him were layers of cloud flags fluttering in the wind.

Standing high above, as if looking down upon all living beings.

Song Yan looked at Li Yanche's back, and in a trance she had an illusion that she saw Shu Changyu's shadow.

Li Yanche noticed his gaze, turned around and smiled at him, the sharpness in his eyes faded, and he returned to the familiar young man's appearance.

"Brother Song." Li Yanche walked to Song Yan's side and looked outside the city. "Here I come."

Song Yan hummed, but sighed in her heart that this child was born to stand in a place like this.

Soon, the enemy army approached one mile from the city wall, stopped, and lined up to wait.

An armored general rode out on his horse, stopped outside the range of the bows and arrows, and shouted loudly: "Listen up, people on the city! I am Zhou Yi, a general under the command of the King of Qi! I am here to take over Yunshan County under the order of the King of Qi!"

His voice was loud and resonant on the battlefield: "If you know what's best for you, open the city and surrender immediately. His Royal Highness the Prince of Qi is generous and kind, and will not pursue your crimes! If you resist stubbornly, when the city is captured, no one will be left alive!"

As soon as these threatening words were uttered, the defenders on the city wall suddenly became agitated.

Li Yanche sneered, disdaining such a bluffing threat.

He walked up to the battlements and shouted, "General Zhou, you are so arrogant! Yunshan County is the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty. How can we allow you rebels to act so recklessly?"

His voice was clear, with the sharpness unique to young people, penetrating the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and reaching everyone's ears clearly: "You want the city? Come and get it with your ability!"

Zhou Yi was stunned. He obviously didn't expect that the person who answered from the city was a teenager.

After seeing Li Yanche's attire clearly, his expression changed slightly: "Are you...King Hui?"

Li Yanche stood with his hands behind his back, his sleeves fluttering, his expression indifferent: "It is this king."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with contempt: "Your Highness Prince Hui is still young, why bother to be brave? It is better to open the city and surrender, and Your Highness Prince Qi will definitely treat you well."

Li Yanche's lips curled slightly, revealing a sneer: "General Zhou is wrong. As a vassal king, the King of Qi did not think about serving the court, but instead raised an army to rebel, which is already a crime that cannot be punished. Now he dares to invade my fiefdom, which is an even greater crime!"

His voice suddenly turned cold: "I advise General Zhou to stop before it's too late. If you insist on not changing your ways, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Zhou Yi laughed loudly when he heard this: "How dare you, a young boy, to speak so arrogantly! In this case, don't blame me for being rude--"

Before he finished his words, a feather arrow flew through the air and went straight for Zhou Yi's throat!

Zhou Yi was shocked and dodged to the side in a hurry. The arrow grazed his neck and left a trail of blood.

"Who?!" Zhou Yi roared, covering the wound on his neck and looking fiercely at the top of the city wall.

Beside Li Yanche, an archer slowly put down his longbow with a stern expression.

"Good archery skills." Li Yanche nodded approvingly.

The archer knelt on one knee and said, "I am willing to die for you, Your Majesty!"

"How dare you!" Zhou Yi was furious and rode his horse back to the battle formation.

Li Yanche drew his sword and shouted, "Everyone in Yunshan County swears to live and die with the city! If you want to fight, then fight. Don't make a fuss!"

The defenders on the city wall shouted in unison: "We will live and die with this city!"

The sound was like thunder, and the city walls seemed to tremble.

Song Yan was infected by the momentum, her blood boiled in her chest, and she also started shouting.

In the Qi King's army, war drums suddenly sounded.

"Boom boom boom——"

The dull sound of drums rolled across the earth like thunder, making people's hearts tremble.

"Get ready to meet the enemy!" Zhao Meng roared.

The defenders immediately took their positions, the archers drew their bows and arrows, and the militiamen picked up rolling logs and stones, ready for battle.

Song Yan was also assigned to a position behind an arrow stack, responsible for observing the enemy situation.

He lay on the battlement and saw thousands of infantrymen rushing out of the Qi Wang army, carrying ladders and pushing battering rams, and rushing towards the city wall like a tide.

"Shoot!" Zhao Meng gave the order.

In an instant, arrows rained down.

The enemy soldiers at the front suddenly fell down, and screams were heard everywhere.

But the enemy soldiers behind continued to charge, stepping on the corpses of their companions, and soon rushed to the city wall.

"Roll the logs and stones!" Zhao Meng ordered again.

Huge rolling logs and stones fell from the top of the city wall, smashing the enemy soldiers climbing the ladders into a bloody mess.

The boiling golden juice poured down the city wall, and the enemy soldiers who were drenched let out shrill screams, and their skin and flesh instantly festered.

The battle became intense from the beginning.

Song Yan stood at a corner of the city wall and witnessed the cruelty of the war with his own eyes.

The whistling of arrows breaking through the air, the screams of soldiers being shot by arrows, the dull thud of rolling logs and rocks, the hissing sound of gold liquid being poured on people...

Various sounds intertwined together to form a hellish picture.

The city walls were stained red with blood and corpses were piled up like mountains.

This is war.

Cruel and bloody.

Song Yan's stomach churned, but she tried hard not to vomit.

He had never felt so deeply that death was so close to him.

"Brother Song, stop looking." An Qi saw that his face was pale and became a little worried.

Song Yan took a few deep breaths and pressed down his chest: "I'm fine."

He forced himself to calm down; now was not the time to be sentimental.

He turned and looked towards the top of the city.

Li Yanche was standing beside the battlement not far away, his expression calm, as if the tragedy before him had nothing to do with him. He only occasionally gave a few instructions to the messenger beside him, dispatching troops from various locations.

Song Yan looked at him and suddenly felt that Li Yanche might be more capable than she thought.

If Li Yanche wins the battle in Yunshan County, his brilliance will no longer be concealed.

If you lose...

No, I won’t lose.

Song Yan gritted his teeth. He had to trust Xiao Shiliu and believe that the city could be defended.

He collected his thoughts and looked towards the city below.

The enemy's offensive became more and more fierce. Many soldiers had climbed to the top of the city wall and engaged in close combat with the defenders.

"kill!"

"Hold on!"

The shouts and cries of killing were deafening, and the blood dyed the city walls red, as well as the land beneath their feet.

On the city wall, soldiers kept falling down, but new soldiers soon took their place and no one retreated.

On the other side, the rescue team organized by Song Wanzhou was busy receiving the wounded. Once a wounded person was carried down from the city wall, they would immediately step forward to bandage and stop the bleeding with quick and skilled movements.

Shu Jinwen knelt beside a soldier who was shot in the abdomen. She skillfully cut the arrow shaft, carefully pulled out the arrowhead, then quickly sprinkled hemostatic powder on it and bandaged it tightly with a bandage.

"Hold the wound, don't let go!" Her voice was calm, without any panic in her voice, completely different from her usual gentle appearance.

The soldier was sweating profusely from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it without saying a word.

After finishing the treatment, Shu Jinwen turned to the next wounded person without any pause.

Her sleeves were stained with blood and her face was also splattered with blood, but she didn't bother to wipe them off. All she had eyes for was the injuries of the wounded.

Song Wanzhou was responsible for dispatching personnel and supplies. She shuttled among the wounded, bending down from time to time to check their injuries, and directing the rescue team members to give priority to treating the seriously injured.

She never thought that she would find herself in such a scene one day, but at this moment, she had only one thought in her mind: save as many people as possible.

The battle lasted until evening, when the Qi army finally called off the battle.

There were corpses everywhere outside the city and bloodstains on the city walls, but Yunshan County still stood firm.

Song Yan slumped under the battlements, feeling exhausted all over.

The battle that day was even more brutal than he had imagined.

He watched with his own eyes the enemy soldiers climb up the city wall and were chopped down by the defenders; he watched arrows rain down, taking away one life after another; he watched boiling gold liquid pour down, turning living people into charcoal...

The cruelty of war was far beyond his imagination.