On the inner city wall, Min Zimo thrust with his spear tirelessly—thrust, thrust, and thrust again!
From midnight to dawn, he had long lost count of how many men he had killed.
The spear shaft grew sticky and slick from being coated in too much blood, making it nearly impossible to grip.
Suddenly...
"Help—!"
A shrill, piercing scream echoed from behind him.
Min Zimo's heart skipped a beat. Whipping around, he thrust his spear backward, but he was a step too slow.
An Enemy General of Second Realm strength grinned hideously and brought his saber down on Fu Man's right shoulder.
Splat!
The entire arm, accompanied by a spray of blood, went flying off.
Fu Man let out a miserable shriek and his body collapsed limply.
Had Min Zimo's spear tip not pierced the enemy general's throat just in time, the next blow would have lopped off his head.
Min Zimo flicked his spear shaft, using a burst of leverage to shove the unconscious Fu Man away from the battlements.
Yet just because of this brief delay, more rebels had swarmed up the scaling ladders.
At another section of the wall, Xuan City Grand General Yang Chengdong cut down the enemy in front of him with a single stroke, then reached out to grab a man by the back of his collar and yanked him back fiercely.
"Lord Xu! What the hell are you sticking your nose in for?! Get the hell back!"
Xu Yuncheng was brandishing a notched longsword while his limbs still thrashed about.
He had long since lost his usual scholarly elegance, covered entirely in blood and filth, his topknot disheveled, and his eyes blazing blood-red.
"Let go of this old man!" Xu Yuncheng struggled. "This old man can still kill!"
"Kill my ass!" Yang Chengdong