With a million soldiers, the empress begged me not to rebel

The battle on the city wall has entered a white-hot stage, and the shouts of killing are shaking the earth.

The clanging sound of swords clashing was endless.

The soldiers defending the city bravely took the lead and built a Great Wall of Steel with their flesh and blood.

Arrows rained down like raindrops, and rolling logs and kerosene broke the enemy's offensive again and again.

The soldiers of Zhou's army were fearless and brave, and they rushed forward one after another.

Like waves, wave after wave hit the defenses of the city walls.

At this moment, a soldier shouted in horror:

"The enemy has breached the north gate!"

His voice was trembling with despair.

This sudden news was like a bolt from the blue, exploding in Chen Qingwan's ears.

The loss of the city gate means that the enemy can march straight in and the city of Jingzhou is in danger!

Chen Qingwan's heart sank, and a chill ran up from the soles of her feet.

She took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm.

"General Li Mu!"

Chen Qingwan's voice was sonorous and powerful.

"Immediately lead the Imperial Guards to the north gate and drive the enemy out!"

"As ordered!"

General Li Mu took the order and led the elite Yulin Army towards the north gate.

Chen Qingwan stood on the city wall, looking at the soldiers fighting below the city, her heart filled with anxiety.

She knew that the fate of Jingzhou City was hanging by a thread.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the enemy camp, attracting Chen Qingwan's attention.

The man was wearing black armor and holding a spear. He looked heroic, like a god descending from heaven.

"Lu Yan!"

Chen Qingwan cried out, her heart filled with surprise and excitement.

Could it be that Lu Yan came to support?

However, when she looked closely, she found that the man's face was not Lu Yan.

But it was a strange man she had never seen before.

The man rode a black warhorse and charged back and forth in the enemy camp.

Every time he swung the spear, he took away several lives, and wherever he went, the enemy troops were defeated.

Chen Qingwan was confused, who was this person?

Why is it so powerful?

At this moment, the man suddenly turned his horse's head and rushed towards Chen Qingwan.

The spear in his hand was pointed directly at Chen Qingwan, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Chen Qingwan was startled and quickly dodged.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow shot out from the city wall and hit the man in the chest.

The man let out a scream and fell off his horse.

Chen Qingwan looked closely and saw that the person shooting the arrow was Xiashanhu.

Xia Shanhu bowed and clasped his fists, saying:

"Your Excellency, I have fulfilled my mission and have slain the enemy commander!"

There was a tremor in his voice, and he could hardly hide his fatigue.

After shooting arrows for a long time, his arms became numb and his knuckles ached slightly.

Chen Qingwan nodded slightly, suppressing her inner anxiety.

He turned his gaze to the corpse below the city with an arrow piercing its chest.

The black armor reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

The spear held tightly in his hand fell limply to the ground.

All of these indicate the high position this person held during his lifetime.

"Who is this person?"

Chen Qingwan's voice was a little hoarse.

The long-term tension and pressure made her feel physically and mentally exhausted.

A soldier covered in blood staggered to the top of the city wall.

Kneeling on one knee, he excitedly reported:

"Reporting to the Lord, this man is none other than the general of the Zhou family army—Zhou Tai!"

"Zhou Tai?"

Chen Qingwan was shocked. This name was like thunder in her ears, stirring up a storm in her mind.

Zhou Tai was a famous general of the Zhou family army, brave and good at fighting.

It was no problem for him to defeat a hundred enemies alone, which made the defenders of Jingzhou terrified.

Unexpectedly, he was shot dead by a tiger coming down the mountain with one arrow!

On the city wall, the defending soldiers burst into deafening cheers.

The originally tense nerves were released at this moment.

Zhou Tai's death was undoubtedly a huge blow to the morale of the Zhou family army.

The originally fierce offensive also came to a halt.

The soldiers attacking the city looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

Some soldiers even began to retreat, trying to escape from this Shura battlefield.

"Kill! For Datong!!"

General Li Mu roared, his eyes bloodshot, and raised his sword high.

The blade was stained with the enemy's blood, gleaming with a chilling light in the sunlight.

"Yulin Army! Follow me and charge! Retake the city gate!"

The soldiers of the Yulin Army roared, like tigers descending from the mountains, unstoppable.

The spears and swords in their hands drew silver arcs in the air and pierced the enemy's chest fiercely.

Blood spurted out, staining the city walls and the earth red.

A young Yulin soldier, his face covered in blood and dirt.

He swung the long sword in his hand, chopped down an enemy soldier, and shouted loudly:

"Brothers! For the sake of our homes and our loved ones, kill all these sons of bitches!"

Another old soldier had several arrows stuck in his body and blood was constantly flowing.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, brandishing the battle axe in his hand and roaring:

"Kill! Leave no one behind!"

On the battlefield, the shouts of killing shook the sky and the sounds of metal clashing were endless.

Broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, and blood dyed the land under the city wall red, creating a scene like hell on earth.

The soldiers of Zhou's army were originally in high spirits, but under the fierce counterattack of the Yulin Army, they gradually collapsed.

Their eyes were filled with fear as they kept retreating, trying to escape from this Shura battlefield.

"Useless! Hold on! Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"

A general of the Zhou family army waved the sword in his hand and roared at the top of his lungs.

Li Mu and Xia Shanhu led the charge, like two killing gods, fighting bloody battles on the city wall.

Every swing of the sword takes away a life.

His eyes were sharp, the sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, and every swing was accompanied by a scream.

An enemy soldier tried to sneak attack Li Mu, but Li Mu had already noticed it and slashed the soldier in half with his sword.

Xiashanhu's bow and arrow never missed their target, and every sharp arrow accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

He drew the bow smoothly and in one go.

A sharp arrow was shot and hit the throat of an enemy general.

The general screamed and fell off his horse.

The soldiers of the Yulin Army shouted loudly and fought bravely.

Their hearts are filled with love for their country and family, and they fight to protect them.

They are willing to give everything, even their lives.

On the other side, the enemy commander watched the battle from afar.

Our soldiers attacked like a tide, but were still unable to break through the defense of the city wall.

He frowned, feeling anxious and restless, muttering to himself:

"Why is this small city so difficult to attack?"

Suddenly, a messenger came running over in a panic, fell to his knees, and reported in horror:

"Report... Report to the commander-in-chief, General Zhou Tai... died in battle!"