After the gong sounded.
The barbarian soldiers beneath the city walls began retreating in disarray.
"They withdrew?"
Chen Sanshi planted his spear upside down, wiped the sticky blood from his face, and stood high above to survey the battlefield.
Just now had truly been the most perilous moment.
Why had they suddenly withdrawn?
Something must have happened.
Sure enough.
Before long, news arrived.
While the barbarians had been focusing their main assault on the city gate, one of their Main Generals had led three hundred elite troops in a fierce attack on the weak point to the west. They had successfully smashed through the wall and entered the city, and a Hundred Household Commander surnamed Qian had died on the spot.
Fortunately, Xiang Tingchun and Yuan Danzhi had arrived in time and killed that Main General.
Losing one Main General meant the barbarians had only one Viscera Refining Martial Artist remaining, forcing them to withdraw and regroup for the time being.
In truth, this was often the best time to leave the city and give chase.
Unfortunately, Poyang lacked sufficient troops, while the barbarians had deliberately kept cavalry in the rear to provide support.
The soldiers began clearing the battlefield.
Chen Sanshi sat down to rest.
It was not until dusk that the tally was complete.
In this round, they had slain a thousand enemies while losing two hundred soldiers, most of them newly recruited troops. Another hundred martial arts school disciples had died. It was said that the remaining disciples had scattered like birds and beasts, and men had already been sent to hunt them down.
In other words, Poyang had only around nine hundred fighting men left.
"Lord Chen, Captain Xiang has summoned everyone."
Inside the camp tent.
After half a day of slaughter, everyone was exhausted, and