At the Great General's furious roar, tens of thousands of flaming arrows set the siege engines across the moat ablaze.
Nine-tenths of the thirty thousand troops had already crossed the river. There were very few barbarian soldiers left to operate the siege engines, and they simply couldn't withstand the rain of burning arrows.
In an instant, the siege engines toppled in flames.
The surviving soldiers leapt onto their horses and fled... Her Majesty the Empress was dead. They had no courage left to fight.
The entire wasteland began to tremble.
In truth, even the walls of Jinling Ferry were quaking at that moment.
A golden dragon swept past, sending stone chips pattering down from the walls.
The thousands of barbarian soldiers who had survived beneath the city walls were stunned...
Flames roared behind them, and an impossibly high wall stood before them. They had fallen into a death trap.
Just as the Great General had shouted from the tower, surrender was their only chance to live...
At that moment, in the tent, Hu Feilong sat dazed, his heart burning with anxiety.
He had been preparing to lead the army out and attack Jinling Ferry... when Gu Dumu's voice suddenly came from his ear. "My lord, Her Majesty is dead, and the army's morale has collapsed. We've lost this battle!"
"We haven't lost!"
Hu Feilong barked coldly, "We still have nearly seventy thousand troops. Our main force is still intact... Why don't you come back first? We can discuss our options!"
"We can't go back!"
Gu Dumu sighed and gave a bitter smile. "The surviving soldiers witnessed what happened to Her Majesty. They've lost the will to fight!"
"And put the camp on alert at once. Don't come to rescue us!"
This was the last thing Gu Dumu could do