The Qin people's assault grew fiercer by the moment.
Short-handed Zhao City teetered beneath attacks that surged like the tide.
Under attacks of such intensity, men scaled the walls within mere days.
Then ranks of Qin soldiers climbed onto the battlements through gaps the Luo People could not defend in time.
Their faces shone with excitement as they sought to harvest Luo lives to raise their noble ranks.
When the Luo People realized they could no longer stop the Qin soldiers from mounting the walls, they changed their approach.
They would fight the Qin people in the most brutal clash of blades.
"Shhk!"
As a blade was pulled free, blood spurted out with a hiss.
Atop Zhao City's walls, the Qin people fought fiercely against the Dare-to-Fight Warriors and Elite Warriors.
Blades hacked at one another's most vital points.
A stroke severed a major artery, sending blood hissing out.
Everyone was covered in blood, with no way to tell whether it was their own or their enemies'.
Corpses lay strewn carelessly across the ground, their faces deathly pale.
Some looked less like they had just died than like they had frozen to death amid ice and snow.
Most had not even closed their eyes when they died.
If dying with one's eyes open in unresolved grievance truly existed in this world, surely at least ninety percent of those who died here qualified.
The Dare-to-Fight Warriors were among the world's mightiest troops!
Even the Qin Army's finest were no match for them.
Besides, all the Luo People remaining in Zhao City wore armor.
Though the Qin elites who first scaled the walls also wore armor, its protection was on an entirely different level.
The Qin Army's blades could not even pierce their defenses, while Luo blades could cleave Qin armor open