Withdrawal

After a full day of rest, the Centaur cavalry led by Zhuo Ge had all recovered their energy. Once night fell, following Zhou Xu's wishes, they once again launched unending harassment attacks on the enemy camp, making it impossible for the enemy forces to rest in peace. They did not return until dawn was nearly breaking.

Over the next three days, just as White Butcher had deduced during the previous discussion, the enemy siege forces launched three consecutive days of high-intensity assaults on the city.

With their previous experience behind them, the defending soldiers had become much more practiced in responding.

After three straight days of fighting, the enemy siege forces had failed to gain any advantage from them. With the defensive advantage provided by the city walls, their own casualties over those three days had been kept to fewer than a hundred.

By contrast, as the attacking side, the enemy's casualty figures had multiplied. Even by a rough estimate, the number of soldiers killed in battle was at least five or six hundred.

During this process, Long Zhantian, the army's commander-in-chief, had clearly realized that the defending side's advantage was far too great, while their own forces were insufficient. If they continued fighting, their losses would only keep mounting.

At the same time, they had been harassed by the enemy Centaur cavalry every night since the first day, meaning the siege forces not only had low morale, but were also in increasingly poor condition. Continuing like this was certainly untenable.

With no other choice, in order to shake off the Centaur cavalry that clung to them like vengeful spirits, Long Zhantian could only darken his face and order a withdrawal.

At first, he had planned to retreat a hundred li straight away. If they opened up such a long