"The general is dead! The general is dead!"
When the old men of Little Yellow Mountain Stronghold saw Song Gongbao being cleaved to death with an axe by a familiar figure, coupled with the casualties they had suffered over this period, their morale collapsed beyond all recovery, and they retreated like a receding tide.
"What? Song Gongbao died in battle?"
Elsewhere, upon receiving news of Song Gongbao's death, Gao Qiu was not shocked but delighted. "He's finally dead..."
"Congratulations, Lord Privy Councilor! Congratulations!"
A general beside him smiled obsequiously. "Though that bandit scum died, he did put effort into the earlier assault... Our spies and roaming cavalry have found no sign of reinforcements entering the city. In that case... the defenders in the city must be at the end of their rope. Why not withdraw the Southern Expedition General's troops and replace them with the heavenly soldiers of the imperial court? The city will surely fall within three days!"
"Mm, that makes sense. Your unit will go first."
Gao Qiu said, stroking his beard.
The generals beside him cast envious, jealous looks his way. Who would have thought this man would get to pick the peaches?
Night.
Aaron stood atop the ruined city wall and beckoned.
An owl landed on his arm and ate the pills he tossed it.
"The enemy is changing camps?"
"Looks like someone wants to pick the peaches..."
"You want to eat my peaches? Aren't you afraid of shattering your teeth?"
"Now that they're in chaos during the смена of the guard, it's the perfect time to attack!"
He snapped his fingers.
Suddenly, the sound of orderly, synchronized footsteps rang out.
Rank after rank of soldiers marched out of the city and began forming up... densely packed, numbering around thirty thousand!
This was all