Ancestors, Take My Head!

Chapter 112: Ancestors, Take My Head!

Inside the Hall of Revering Heaven.

The air seemed frozen solid, heavy and oppressive.

Dong Jie, commander of the Golden Mace Guard, stood in the great hall at that moment, his gaze piercing through the window lattice as he looked at the waning offensive outside.

It had stopped! Everything had quieted down!

Yet not the slightest relief stirred in his heart. Instead, it was shrouded in crushing worry and self-reproach.

Reality was cruel!

The enemy forces outside were vast. There were no fewer than four thousand heavily armored infantrymen, forming an encirclement that had trapped the Hall of Revering Heaven tight as a drum.

More than three thousand troops guarded the flanks on standby. If needed, they could immediately deploy ten thousand men to launch an attack.

Such a disparity in strength made Dong Jie feel pressure unlike anything he had ever known.

The enemy outnumbered them ten to one!

Dong Jie knew full well that if not for his years of harsh training and deep bond with the Golden Mace Guard, they would likely have collapsed without even fighting.

Yet even so!

They could only hold out in this main hall, without water or food, their situation hanging by a thread.

Had the enemy not harbored certain misgivings, they would already have been killed or wounded to the last man.

Dong Jie let out a sigh. They had already lost!

But he could not accept it. In a real battle of blade against blade, he naturally did not fear the likes of Lu Lu.

Even against an enemy three or four times their number, he was confident he would not be at a disadvantage.

But everything was over!

The Golden Mace Guard, once a force of unmatched might, now had only a thousand