Boom! Boom! Boom!
Round after round fired; after a string of deafening blasts, a section of the city wall collapsed amid sky-filling dust and shattered stones.
Kill!
The Ying Army roared, shaking the heavens, and began to surge forward like a tide, pressing inward.
Prefect Lin Daoshen and Yang Minglu had gone pale, yet Lin Daoshen smiled. "To die when the city falls is only right. What does the general think?"
Yang Minglu said even more sternly, "I have long received the grace of the Founding Emperor and the Grand Emperor. Now is the time for me to give my loyalty!"
Yet he sneered. "The rebel army possessing Thunder Cannons was far beyond expectations, even leading to the city's fall. But in terms of troop numbers, they may not necessarily be able to take us down!"
Seven thousand soldiers and seventy thousand militia could fight to the death.
Kill!
The Ying Army poured in like a tide, while the government troops, directed by the prefect and the Commanding Officer, fought desperately. Both sides had gone red-eyed with slaughter. Flames and thick smoke constantly rose from the battlefield, and cries of grief and agony rose and fell. From time to time, beneath crossing showers of arrows, bodies could be seen tumbling into the flames, crawling and rolling as they screamed, before falling silent forever.
But militia were militia after all. They could still fight with the city walls to rely upon, but once the city fell, panic naturally took hold, and they retreated step by step.
Still, though the savage fighting gradually weakened, it was not until the third day that most of it finally died down.
Night fell. Armored soldiers filled the streets outside. Only the prefectural yamen remained, with several hundred men left. Every one of them bore saber