The bandit army's assault on Qing'an County Town continued for another three days.
The attacks grew fiercer by the day.
That so-called King Ping Tian, Li Zili, was practically mad. He did not resemble a qualified grassroots warlord in the slightest. Though he knew Qing'an County was an exceptionally tough bone to chew, he insisted on grinding his claws and fangs against it.
Although corpses had piled up like mountains beneath the city walls, under the mad onslaught of this bandit leader, Qing'an County's defenses had reached a precarious point.
The city could be breached at any moment.
On the morning of the fourth day, the Garrison Army had just repelled another wave of bandits when the soldiers collapsed to the ground one after another.
They were truly exhausted, and every one of them was wounded.
Some soldiers never woke again after falling.
"Get up!"
Ye Xiangming ordered hoarsely, "Wake up, everyone. Don't fall asleep. We're about to win."
This county deputy had also reached his limit. His body bore dozens of wounds, large and small, and he was relying entirely on his profound cultivation to hold himself together.
Yet he remained at his post atop the city wall.
"Mister Wang."
Just then, a yamen runner hurried over to Wang Chen. "The County Magistrate asks you to come over. There is an urgent matter to discuss."
Wang Chen nodded. "All right."
He greeted Ye Xiangming, then followed the yamen runner toward the county office.
Worn out in body and mind, Ye Xiangming was dazed at first and did not pay it any mind. It was only after one of his subordinates brought him a waterskin, and he took a few drinks before splashing some over his head to force himself awake.
"Not good!"
The county deputy's expression abruptly changed!
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