After two consecutive days of brutal offensive and defensive battles.
With the concerted efforts of all the soldiers and civilians in the city, they had truly held the line by sheer force.
Meanwhile, the barbarians had lost another two thousand men, including one main general at the Viscera Refinement realm.
Coupled with the loss of countless siege engines, they had no choice but to lower their banners and cease their drums, not daring to attack again for several days.
Looking over the battlefield.
The barbarians currently had six thousand troops remaining, while Poyang had six hundred soldiers and three thousand civilians willing to risk their lives.
These civilians were all ordinary people.
If the two armies faced each other in open battle, they would certainly be nothing but cannon fodder.
But in a siege defense, they only needed to handle logistics, repair the walls, or even serve as human shields. As long as they could slow the barbarians' climb up the walls and give the soldiers time to react, that was enough.
The barbarians did not dare attack again anytime soon.
Half of the remaining six thousand men were cavalry.
As long as the walls did not fall, cavalry were nothing more than decorations.
Next, if no other accidents occurred, they only needed to hold out until Wang Zhi returned, and the siege of Poyang would unravel of its own accord.
Chen Sanshi found it somewhat unimaginable.
The people who had contributed the most this time were actually the common folk.
"Open the granaries and distribute food!"
The army had ample provisions.
After seeing the usefulness of civilian laborers, Xiang Tingchun had grown fond of trading the cheapest lives for the greatest returns. He continued forcibly conscripting people, dragging every male in the city onto the walls.
In high spirits,