Had these been ordinary defenders, their formation would have fallen into disarray after losing a tenth of their men.
But these men simply replaced each fallen group with another, without so much as blinking.
He could no longer remember how many fourth-rank warriors he had killed.
As for fifth-rank warriors, he had yet to encounter one.
Presumably, fourth-rank warriors were already the mainstay of this battlefield. A fifth-rank warrior would be strong enough to command an entire army.
At that thought, Fang Yuan steadied himself.
As long as no fifth-rank warrior entered the fray, this South Gate could not stop him.
He tightened his grip on his saber, shifted his feet, and plunged into the formation again.
Several screams rang out in quick succession from the formation that had only just reassembled. Wherever his blade flashed, the remaining soldiers fell in swathes.
"He's not human!"
At last, someone broke down and shouted.
With that cry, the already tottering formation could hold no longer and shattered completely.
Some turned and fled; others slumped to the ground, leaving weapons strewn everywhere.
"Brother Han! Go, now!"
Fang Yuan called out softly.
He saw it clearly: the formation's collapse was only temporary.
Given a little time, these men would form up again. Then he would have to slaughter another round.
With that, he glanced back at the distant carriages and riders watching the spectacle and shook his head slightly.
Did these people intend to use me as a target, letting me wear down the defenders for them?
How laughable.
Once the South Gate was breached, the army inside the city would inevitably pour out in full force.
The resources within the city were at stake. If all the great aristocratic families escaped,
then even taking Wushui Commandery would render this battle meaningless for the