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

People's vision was obscured by dust, and a feeling of fear spread among the crowd.

The rebel coalition is already at the gates of the city!

Chen Qingwan's coma caused the Jingzhou defenders to fall into brief chaos.

Like a flock of sheep without its leader, the soldiers looked at each other, at a loss.

Some people began to whisper, and fear spread among the crowd. Without a backbone, the army's morale was low.

"What should we do? His Majesty is unconscious. What should we do now?"

A young soldier asked in a trembling voice.

"Don't panic! We still have General Li!"

Another veteran tried to calm the troops, but his voice was also trembling.

"But...the enemy is coming with such force, can we resist them?"

Panic spread like a plague, and the soldiers' morale dropped to its lowest point.

At this critical moment, Li Mu stood up.

He drew the long sword from his waist, and the sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Like a ray of hope, it illuminated the soldiers' confused eyes.

"Send His Majesty down to rest!"

Li Mu shouted loudly, his voice firm and powerful, like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, instantly stabilizing the morale of the army.

"Xiashanhu, you come and beat the drum! Soldiers, listen to my orders, follow me and kill the enemy!"

Xiashanhu rushed to the war drum without saying a word and grabbed the drumstick.

He took a deep breath, put all his fears and worries behind him, and then beat the war drum with all his might.

The "dong dong dong" sound of drums resounded through the sky, again and again, heavy and powerful.

It seemed to knock on the heart of every soldier, and also shattered the fear in their hearts.

The sound of drums was like thunder, deafening and stirring the blood of every soldier.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Xiashanhu roared at the top of his lungs, his voice full of strength and fighting spirit, infecting everyone around him.

The defenders on the city wall finally woke up from their dream and took up their weapons.

The fear gradually dissipated, replaced by a burning desire to fight.

Fighting spirit was rekindled in their eyes.

Outside the city, the rebels swarmed in like locusts, so dense that they blocked out the sky.

It's like a black tide that's about to swallow everything.

They were dressed in rags, but were full of murderous intent, holding all kinds of weapons, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks.

It has everything, shining coldly and making people feel scared.

The shouting and insults, one after another, were deafening and were about to drag the city into the abyss.

They gazed greedily at the city walls, as if they saw wealth and power within their grasp.

There was a beast-like gleam in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to break into the city.

Burning, killing and looting turned this prosperous city into a living hell.

In Jingzhou City, every household closed their doors and windows to avoid the coming of war.

The old people prayed silently, asking the gods to bless them and let this catastrophe pass as soon as possible;

The women hugged their children tightly, tears streaming down their faces, not knowing what would happen tomorrow.

I can only use my body to shield my child from fear;

The men held weapons in their hands with serious expressions, knowing that they had the responsibility to protect their homeland.

Always ready to fight for your homeland, even at the cost of your life.

On the city wall, the defenders fought bloody battles and built a steel wall with their flesh and blood to resist the rebels' crazy attacks.

Arrows whizzed down like rain, drawing arcs of death in the air.

Blood flowed like a river on the city wall, and broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.

Screams, roars, and the clash of weapons intertwined into a tragic war symphony, echoing between heaven and earth.

Li Mu led the troops, holding a long sword, like a tiger coming down the mountain, charging left and right in the enemy formation, invincible.

His swordsmanship is extremely sharp, and each of his swords can kill an enemy.

Blood stained his battle robe, but he was unaware of it, with only a burning desire to fight in his eyes.

At this moment, he was like a god of war, guarding the city and the people behind him.

Xiashanhu sat firmly on the city wall, commanding with confidence, like an experienced veteran, making the most of the limited military force.

He sometimes beat drums to cheer them on, the sound of the drums was like thunder, deafening and inspiring the morale of the defenders;

Sometimes he would give orders loudly, his voice loud and clear, reaching every soldier's ears even on the noisy battlefield.

The outcome of this war is related to the survival of this city and the fate of countless people.

He must remain calm and make the most correct judgment to lead the defenders to victory in the war.

……

The setting sun was blood-red, illuminating Chen Qingwan's tired face.

She lay in bed, breathing evenly and deeply, sleeping very soundly.

The room was quiet, with only Qiao'er's light snoring occasionally heard. She was curled up on the footstool beside the bed, sleeping soundly.

After an unknown amount of time, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence.

"Boom, boom, boom," the sound became louder and more rapid.

Chen Qingwan opened her eyes drowsily, and everything in front of her was blurry.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and gradually saw the surrounding scenery clearly.

It was completely dark, and a dim oil lamp was lit in the house, emitting a faint light.

"Qiao'er! Qiao'er!"

Chen Qingwan sat up suddenly and shouted loudly, with a hint of panic and urgency in her voice.

Qiao'er woke up from the ground, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and replied in a daze:

"Your Majesty, I am here."

"How long have I slept?"

Chen Qingwan asked anxiously, hurriedly putting on armor.

The touch of the cold metal instantly sobered her up.

She vaguely remembered that she fainted at noon after witnessing the tragic battle.

At that time, Li Mu and Xiashanhu had just retreated back to the city with their remaining troops.

The scene is still vivid in her mind and it still scares her.

"Your Majesty, you have slept for nearly five hours."

Qiao'er answered quickly while helping Chen Qingwan adjust the straps of her armor.

"The fighting outside has subsided, and the rebels have temporarily retreated."

Chen Qingwan felt secretly resentful, thinking that she had failed at the critical moment.

He fell into a coma and missed this life-and-death battle.

She gripped the hilt tightly, her knuckles turning white, and she almost crushed the hilt.

I was so anxious that I wished I could grow wings and fly to the city wall to find out the details of the battle immediately.

She rushed out of the mansion quickly, almost jogging, her skirt fluttering.

The city shrouded in darkness is like a sleeping giant, with empty and deserted streets.

Only a few lonely oil lamps flickered with faint light, as if they would be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

Wounded soldiers could be seen everywhere on both sides of the street, leaning against walls or eaves, their faces pale.

His breathing was weak and he looked like he would collapse at any moment.

Thick bandages were wrapped around their broken limbs, seeping with bright red blood, which was a shocking sight.

Some soldiers with less serious injuries were smoking cigarettes made in Shannan Prefecture.

Trying to use the stimulation of nicotine to numb the nerves and relieve the pain.