King Wugao and King Yuwu were deeply irritated.
Jiang Wenhuan's martial prowess was beyond anything an ordinary person could comprehend.
They could abandon the siege now and plunder elsewhere, but neither had the slightest intention of withdrawing.
One man had beaten them into this sorry state. If they returned to their tribal lands now, the other tribes would surely laugh them to scorn.
So not only would they keep fighting, they would take Li City.
However valiant Jiang Wenhuan was, could he really slaughter an entire army single-handedly?
Besides, King Wugao and King Yuwu knew perfectly well that the people inside Li City were not united.
On the second day, the Rong People began assaulting the city.
Jiang Wenhuan rode out to meet them again, with ten more household officers beside him than the day before. His results were much the same: he suffered not a scratch and cut down so many Rong People that they dared not cross the stone.
On the third day, Jiang Wenhuan had a hundred household officers and guards beside him, and blood flowed in rivers.
On the fourth day, besides his household officers and guards, some rank-and-file soldiers followed Jiang Wenhuan out, and corpses piled into mountains.
On the fifth day, more soldiers joined Jiang Wenhuan, and the blood ran deep enough to float pestles.
On the sixth day, senior officers appeared at Jiang Wenhuan's side, and corpses littered the wilderness.
On the seventh day, every soldier in Li City marched out.
Over seven days, Jiang Wenhuan charged in and out seven times, winning the hearts of Li City's soldiers and civilians through sheer personal prowess.
After Jiang Wenhuan returned to the city several times looking like a man made of blood, his calls had drawn the soldiers and civilians into its defense.
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