"Kill!"
Roars, screams, the clash of weapons, the tearing sound of blades ripping through flesh—all of it surged back and forth across the walls of Qing'an County Town, assailing everyone's ears.
Whether they were the bandits who had stormed the walls or the soldiers defending them, all had fallen into a frenzied slaughter.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amid a string of dull impacts, several bandits flew away like kites with snapped strings, blood spraying wildly from their mouths.
The one who had sent them flying was Ye Xiangming. The county deputy held a Soaring Dragon Mace as thick as a child's arm, his entire body drenched in blood, impossible to tell whether it belonged to the enemy or himself.
Suddenly, a nimble figure silently darted behind Ye Xiangming, gripping a dagger and stabbing like lightning toward the vital spot at his lower back.
After such prolonged fighting, Ye Xiangming's strength and inner force had both been severely depleted. His reactions had inevitably slowed, and by the time he sensed the danger, it was already too late to dodge.
Whoosh!
At that critical instant, a feathered arrow sliced through the air and struck the ambusher squarely in the right eye.
It pierced straight through his skull!
Having escaped death, Ye Xiangming turned around and nodded at Wang Chen, who had saved him.
He did not offer any thanks, because he had long since gone numb to it.
The bandit army's siege of Qing'an County Town had already lasted a full five days. Wave after wave of bandits repeatedly battered the city walls, as though they would never end.
By now, countless corpses had piled up beneath the walls.
The heat had caused them to rot, and the defenders had poured down vast quantities of golden juice, making the stench unbearable.
Many bandits