I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

The walls of Youling City tower into the clouds, like an indestructible barrier.

However, the city is now heavily besieged by rebels and is caught in a tense and suffocating atmosphere.

The walls were littered with corpses, blood flowing like a river, and the bodies of our enemies and our own were piled up together, forming small hills.

Some of the corpses were hacked into pieces by swords and knives, while others were shot into hedgehogs by arrows.

The entire city wall was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.

Under the city walls, the rebels’ flags fluttered in the wind. They were numerous and powerful.

The rebels' catapults continuously launched huge stones, smashing them against the city walls with dull thumping sounds. There were also siege vehicles that continuously rammed the city gates, again and again, until the gates were already in tatters, as if they would fall apart in the next second.

The defenders on the city wall hurriedly dodged the attacks of the catapults while continuously shooting arrows back.

However, the rebels' ladders also approached the city wall, and they climbed up nimbly, trying to break through the defense line.

The defenders on the city wall engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand fight with the rebels, using spears and stones to resist the climbing rebels. Shouts and screams were heard one after another, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

A crack had appeared at the entrance to the east gate, and the rebels took advantage of this opportunity to attack more frantically.

At this tense moment, Lu Ming calmly commanded the soldiers to counterattack.

They ignited hot oil and poured it on the climbing rebels, causing a sea of ​​fire. At the same time, catapults on the city walls began to fire, causing heavy casualties to the rebels.

As night fell, the capital was illuminated by bonfires and torches. There were bursts of noise coming from the rebel camp, as if they were planning the next round of attack.

The defenders on the city wall took advantage of the night to strengthen the defense and repair the damaged parts of the wall.

However, as the rebels attacked again and again, the weapons and equipment available in the city became less and less. Even the bows and arrows that could be used were only the ones that the rebels shot at the city walls and took down.

Lu Ming was filled with sorrow and his face was gloomy. The sorrow in his heart was like a heavy mountain pressing down on him. He knew that the rebels would not give them much time, and this would be the final fight to the death.

The enemy also knew that if they did not capture the city, they would face an even more tragic end. They would be trampled by the iron hooves of the 100,000 East City troops and become sinners in history. Their names would be forever engraved on the pillar of shame for treason, and would be spurned and laughed at by the people.

Jiang Xingkuo looked nervous as he stood inside the city gate, busy directing a group of young and strong men.

They moved quickly, piling up bags of sand at the tower at the entrance of the city, stacking them into a thick sand wall. A hole was deliberately left at the top of the sand wall, and then layers of shields were placed on the outer facade of the sand wall.

At this time, women and children were also mobilized to join the battle, helping to transport supplies, take care of the wounded, and provide a lot of necessary support to the front line.

Lu Ming looked at the strange sand wall in front of him and asked in confusion: "If it is a wall, why leave a hole?"

Jiang Xingkuo replied: "You will know the answer soon."

After saying that, she turned around and continued to work.

Then, Lu Ming saw Jiang Xingkuo had people bring in bags of flour and stack them neatly next to the sand wall. The young and strong men climbed up the sand wall, cut open the bags of flour, and were eager to try.

He couldn't help but ask in confusion: "What are these flours used for? Are they going to make pie for everyone?"

Jiang Xingkuo glared at him, but didn't have time to pay attention to him. He turned around and climbed up the city wall again.

At this moment, an arrow whistled and flew straight towards her temple. At the critical moment, Lu Ming raised his knife and cut the arrow in half.

Before Jiang Xingkuo had time to express his gratitude to Lu Ming, the sky had not yet fully brightened, but the enemy's last wave of attack came like a surging tide.

Everyone firmly believed that as long as they could survive today, they would be able to return tomorrow. This belief filled them with fighting spirit.

The city gate collapsed under the repeated impact of the siege vehicles. The rebels poured into the city gate tower like a tide, unstoppable.

At this critical moment, Jiang Xingkuo shouted loudly: "Release!"

The young men sitting on the sand wall quickly threw all the flour in the bags. In an instant, the entire city gate tower was covered in white powder.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xingkuo gave another order: "Shoot!" As soon as he finished speaking, the young men on the wall immediately lay down.

Several flaming arrows flew through the small openings in the sand wall and into the white mist. Several earth-shattering explosions were heard, and the rebels in the city gate tower were blown to pieces, with people and horses thrown to the ground.

"Good!" Lu Ming couldn't help but applaud. At this moment, he finally understood why this woman was so favored by His Majesty.

Not only is he smart and resourceful, he also has a very deep understanding of tactics and can cleverly use the environment to his advantage.

He was already very impressed by his ability to fight alone.

When Jiang Xingkuo saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved, and his originally tense face finally showed a little joy.

It seems that Ayan's strategy has begun to show results.

However, despite the heavy losses suffered by the rebels, they did not retreat. Even though many of their comrades had died in front of them, they continued to pour into the city gate tower.

After all, they had finally managed to break through the city gate, so how could they give up easily?

As time went on, more and more rebels poured into the city gate tower. Each dust explosion caused huge casualties, causing the corpses in the city gate tower to pile up like a mountain.

But even so, the seemingly fragile sand wall remains indestructible.

The rebel soldiers looked at the bloody corpses piled up in the corridor, and even the walls were covered with fragments of organs that had been blown off. Fear gradually spread.

They began to hesitate and retreat, not daring to rush into this land of death easily.

Upon seeing this, Hai Wuya was so angry that he stamped his feet and kept issuing orders.

In desperation, some rebels had to bite the bullet and rush to the city gate again. However, what awaited them was the same tragic ending as before.

Hai Wuya's eyes widened and he cursed: "Where did all this black fire come from in this city? How is it possible! Did they steal the batch of black fire we hid in the princess's mansion?"

Hai Yanqing shook his head to express his disapproval.

He looked at the white powder flying in the air and whispered, "No, that looks like flour."

Then he turned to look at his father and said firmly, "Dad, think about it. The people in the city have been trapped for many days and must be very short of food. Now they dare to squander these things like this. Obviously, they have run out of money and have no other options. We just need to wait patiently until they use up all the flour, and then victory will belong to us."

"That's easy to say! We don't have much time left! It's the last day!"