That man was startled and hurriedly raised his blade to parry.
Yet he only heard a crisp snap, the short blade in his hand breaking right on cue, followed by a chill in his chest.
He looked down and saw a wound deep enough to expose bone abruptly appear across his chest as blood surged wildly.
The man struggled, wanting to fight again, but he no longer had the strength.
Chen Ye stepped forward and kicked him straight off the city wall.
Chen Ye flicked the blood off his blade and shouted in a deep voice, "Wave the banners and boost our morale!"
At these words, Su Guang and the others immediately hoisted the Cui Family's identification flag high, waving it against the wind atop the city wall.
In the twilight, the flag resembled a striking smear of blood, eye-catching beyond compare.
Seeing this, the defending garrison on the wall instantly had their morale greatly boosted and cheered in unison.
Meanwhile, the Heavy Martial Pavilion Gate Soldiers under the city, watching as their light-gong expert who had painstakingly scaled the wall was slain by the enemy in two moves, felt their morale stall involuntarily, and their offensive gradually slowed.
The Heavy Martial Pavilion attacked for another half-hour, neither breaking the city gates nor taking the ramparts, instead suffering the loss of quite a few good fighters.
For a time, morale hit rock bottom and everyone grew panicked.
Tudan Heyan knew that dragging things out further right now was meaningless, so he had them strike the gongs to withdraw the troops, leading his forces in a slow retreat while preparing to regroup before making further plans.
Yet just as they had pulled back less than a li, battle cries suddenly erupted from the wilderness on both sides of the road!
"Kill!"