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

Victory was in sight, but was blocked by this small wall of sand. Hai Wuya was extremely anxious.

But he also understood that there was no other way except to follow Hai Yanqing's advice.

Hai Yanqing thought for a while and then made a decision.

He ordered the soldiers who were charging into the city again with shields. If they encountered another explosion, with the protection of the shields, they could at least save their lives and avoid making unnecessary sacrifices.

As the shields faced off against the sand wall, the two sides were locked in a fierce stalemate.

The distance between the shield and the sand wall is getting closer and closer. The person holding the shield is trying to overturn the shield on the sand wall and then pierce the sandbag. This level will be passed.

Jiang Xingkuo originally thought that it would be enough to keep the enemy outside the sand wall, but now it seems that this idea is no longer practical.

She stood on the city wall, looking at the rebel army approaching step by step below, and a trace of worry rose in her heart.

She realized that the situation might be bad, so she quickly ordered the soldiers on the sand wall: "Pour all the oil down!"

Everyone took action immediately, and barrels of grease were poured into the city gate tower.

Then, without hesitation, she shouted, "Fire!"

In an instant, a raging fire broke out in the city gate tower, illuminating the entire passage.

Flames licked the walls and smoke filled the air, obscuring vision.

The rebel army's pace was slowed down by the sudden fire, but some still tried to rush forward. However, the bodies of the dead rebels became a terrible obstacle.

After the body was engulfed by the flames, it continued to explode, making horrifying noises. The charred flesh splattered all over the ground, and the bright red blood was slowly drying up, turning into a strange black color.

This scene made Jiang Xingkuo's eyes widen. She couldn't believe what she saw.

She clung to the edge of the wall, her heart filled with fear and despair.

The cruelty and bloodiness of the war shocked her like never before, and she had never thought that she would witness such a tragedy with her own eyes.

But she knew that this was the true portrayal of war.

In this life-or-death siege, everyone knew that the fate of Youling City hung on a thread. If they didn't do this, countless innocent people in the city might die.

The last day of the decisive battle was once again spent in hellish torment.

The sun rose and set, and time passed very slowly. Every minute and every second was filled with endless pain and suffering.

The agreed date has passed, but the reinforcements have not arrived as promised.

"Could it be that Wu Ye really encountered some obstacles?" Jiang Xingkuo murmured to himself.

She couldn't believe this fact and still held a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Everyone looked at the dawn in the sky in despair, but in their hearts they were expecting a group of cavalry to emerge from the forest not far away and save them from the water.

However, the reality is cruel.

There was only an endless stream of rebels coming to kill us.

The number of rebels was too large, and the soldiers defending the city gradually felt overwhelmed. Their physical strength had been overdrawn to the limit, and their spirits were about to collapse.

As the enemy approached, the city's defenses were compressed step by step. On the city walls, the soldiers defending the city fought bloody battles, arrows and stones rained down like raindrops, but the enemy's attacks were endless like a tide.

"Kill!" Hai Wuya gave an order, and countless ladders were set up on the city wall. The rebels swarmed up, and dense cavalry armor poured into the city gate tower.

"Release!" Jiang Xingkuo shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Shoot!" Jiang Xingkuo continued to give orders.

The explosions caused groups of people to fall down, but soon a new group took their place.

As the number of enemies increased, the flour and oil, bows and arrows, and boulders in the city gradually ran out.

"It's over..." Jiang Xingkuo collapsed on the ground powerlessly, watching his own army being defeated by the rebels, helpless in doing anything.

Under the city walls, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood dyed the ground red. The moat had long been filled with corpses and blood, and the river water turned scarlet and pungent. The whole city was filled with the smell of death, like hell on earth.

Seeing many city gates being breached and enemies pouring into the city like a flood, her eyes went dark and she fainted in someone's arms.

Lu Ming killed several rebels who climbed up. When he saw that man, he was overjoyed and shouted, "Your Majesty!"

An Zhaoyan nodded, and signaled to the people around him to take Jiang Xingkuo back to the imperial city to seek emergency treatment from the imperial physician.

"But the city was breached!" Lu Ming shouted.

"No way. Don't give up until the last moment! Believe that Wu Ye will come back!" An Zhaoyan said expressionlessly, took out his soft sword and casually chopped down several soldiers who came with swords.

The streets of the city became a new battlefield, houses were set on fire, thick smoke billowed, and people fled in all directions, crying and screaming.

The defenders and the enemy engaged in close combat, with swords flashing and blood staining the streets.

In this tragic siege, the fate of the city hangs by a thread and everyone is struggling desperately to survive.

An Zhaoyan touched his left shoulder which was in severe pain, gritted his teeth, turned around quickly, and pierced the throats of several rebels with the soft sword in his hand.

Hai Yanqing happened to be on the city wall, and their eyes met, with the sword in his hand flashing with a cold light.

No need to say more, the sword has been unsheathed.

Hai Yanqing was agile and his swordsmanship was sharp, with each swing of his sword making a sound of breaking the wind. An Zhaoyan, on the other hand, was as steady as a mountain, focusing on defense and waiting for an opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Swords flickered and rang. Their moves intersected with each other, and every clash caused a large amount of blood to ooze out of the wounds on their bodies.

At the same time, the battle between Hai Wuya and Lu Ming also entered a white-hot stage.

Hai Wuya took a step forward and the red tasseled spear in his hand stabbed out like lightning.

Lu Ming dodged sideways and swung his red tassel spear to counterattack.

"This old guy is really still strong and healthy. Don't underestimate him!" Lu Ming thought to himself.

The gun tips collided with each other, making a crisp sound and sparks flying.

Their movements are agile and swift, and every attack and defense is full of power and skill.

The red tasseled spears danced in their hands, as agile as a swimming dragon, sometimes stabbing the opponent's vital points, sometimes sweeping across the enemy, dazzling the eyes.

The battlefield was covered in dust as two men shuttled back and forth, the red tasseled spears in their hands becoming more and more powerful.

The two of them fought back and forth, neither willing to show weakness.

However, no one noticed that a carriage from the Hai family was galloping from a distance.

The coachman of the carriage was Songyan. She was driving the horses anxiously with a panicked look on her face.

Inside the carriage, An Huanyan sat quietly, her eyes fixed on the front, calculating the distance to Youling City and the time it would take.

Turning around, An Huanyan's gaze fell on another person in the carriage - Wen.

At this time, Wen was tied up tightly with ropes and could not move at all. Her face was full of fear and helplessness, but more of it was confusion.