The Blood Halberd Breaks the City, Severing Zhao's Lineage; the Remnants Kneel and Surrender, Yielding Yan and Yun

Below the city, the Blood-Clad Army rampaged through the enemy ranks. Billowing Killing Intent swept toward the walls, crashing against them like mighty waves smashing the shore.

Even Zhao Che, standing high above, was so terrified that he dared not look down at Blood Butcher Yama.

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the battle below was already nearing its end.

The elite troops he had arrayed had nearly been slaughtered by the Blood-Clad Army in that short span.

As for the devices he had set up to deal with the cavalry, they had not been put to use at all.

Zhao Che, dazed with terror, suddenly came to his senses and shuddered. "No! If this goes on, Dai Commandery is finished!"

"I... I have to find Zhu Hong!"

Only then did he finally remember Zhu Hong, whom he had tied up.

Zhu Hong had been Li Mu's deputy for many years. Perhaps he could take command of the battle and fight the Blood-Clad Army.

But after Zhu Hong had been untied and angrily berated Zhao Che, he had barely stepped out of the camp when a thunderous boom shook the world outside. The ground trembled three times.

Then the sounds of battle cries rang out beyond the camp.

But those cries did not come from their own side. Their troops were only screaming, shouting in alarm, and wailing.

Zhu Hong's expression changed. "What's going on?!"

Zhao Che looked grim. "Could it be... could the Blood-Clad Army have broken in?"

Zhu Hong gritted his teeth. "The battle's going badly. Didn't you know to pull back the elite troops and then shut the city gates tight?"

"I did," Zhao Che said. "When I came down, I ordered the gates shut and the city defended to the last.