Gudou Batu roared hysterically, yet had no idea how to respond.
He wanted to flee this living hell, but the agony from the wounds all over his body was unbearable. His limbs and bones felt as though they had been shattered apart, leaving him unable to move even half a step.
He could only cough up blood in great mouthfuls, his eyes wide with despair as he watched his own crossbowmen and sturdy city walls collapse and crumble beneath the bombardment.
Under the cover of the artillery barrage, the craftsmen of the Mohist Engineering Department had long since used their exquisite Mechanism Arts to set up several makeshift pontoon bridges.
The instant the bridges were secured, the Blood-Clad Army surged forward like tigers descending the mountain, charging across the pontoon bridges to force their way over the Ru River.
They then stormed straight into the first line of defense, more than half of which had already been blasted apart, and collided head-on with the Donghu cavalry stationed between the main city wall and Lulong Tower.
This entrance was less than thirty zhang wide, with towering walls on either side. By all rights, such cramped terrain should have been a perfect place to defend and difficult to attack.
The Donghu cavalry had thought so as well. They had set up densely packed chevaux-de-frise here, while quite a few archers and crossbowmen remained stationed in the arrow towers on both sides. They had believed that even Yan's most elite frontier troops would never be able to break in so easily.
But they had never imagined that the enemy they faced would be the Blood-Clad Army.
An iron-blooded force that defied all common sense, utterly unlike any army they had encountered before.
Not only had the Blood-Clad Army blasted down their first line