"I only know they're lackeys of the barbarians. Not a single one can be spared! Whoever keeps babbling can jump off the walls and save those lackeys himself!"
Everyone was frightened into silence. Though arrows fell as densely as rain, those Immortal Sect disciples were agile, and some still made it beneath the city walls.
The Barbarian Army seized the opportunity and began its charge, setting up scaling ladders.
"Attack the city!"
The Immortal Sect disciples kept climbing, shouting, "Don't shoot! We're on the same side! We don't want to help the barbarians attack the city. Let us up!"
Yang Huairen thought, Had these Immortal Sect disciples trained themselves stupid? They actually dared to shout something like that? Who would believe them?
"Rolling logs and boiling filth, prepare them!"
"Push the ladders away!"
Changsheng City had been under fierce attack all along. People died every moment.
In the Prime Minister's residence, Han Qian sat listlessly in his study. He looked much older, and his voice was hoarse. "Since His Majesty returned to the palace, he has refused to see anyone. I heard he's in a towering rage, constantly cursing Zhao Bahuang. Whoever makes a mistake in the palace is dealt with immediately!"
Chen Wuwei was still coughing without stop. "His Majesty must understand that this is useless!"
Han Qian was deeply dispirited. "Does anything we do still matter? One hundred eighty thousand Immortal Sect disciples and two hundred thousand Loyalist Army soldiers have been defeated. The surviving Immortal Sect disciples are even helping the barbarians. Things are getting worse and worse. From what I know of His Majesty, he may soon send someone to beg the Barbarian King for peace. But the barbarians hold the advantage. They won't agree.
In the end, things still didn't go according to my plans.