Wei Yang badly wanted to win a great victory against the West Mountain Commandery Army to repay Chu Xisheng for saving his life.
But just as everyone in West Mountain Hall left the fort and formed ranks outside, the two thousand commandery soldiers three li away scattered with a roar.
Commander Yan Guo spurred his horse and fled first, and the rest of the West Mountain Garrison Commandery Army stampeded after him.
Some fled north toward the military camp, while some Shen Clan soldiers fled toward the estate their clan had built in West Mountain.
Yan Guo had very little faith in his subordinates.
How formidable were Wen Family Fort's defenses?
The Wen Family had four hundred household guards and a thousand estate retainers. Together with the men provided by the Shen Clan, nearly two thousand people had taken part in the fighting.
Their overall fighting strength was no less than that of his West Mountain Commandery Army, and they had numerous crossbows and the fort's defenses.
There had also been six fighters of sixth-grade strength and thirty-three seventh-rank fighters holding the fort.
Yet this powerful force had been completely annihilated by West Mountain Hall in barely more than a quarter of an hour.
Several sixth-grade fighters, including Yue Wei, had perished without so much as a sound.
The three hundred cavalrymen who had charged over had raised barely a ripple at the Walled Fort's gates before being slaughtered to the last man.
If even Wen Family Fort had suffered such a fate, what chance did his West Mountain Garrison Commandery Army have?
After the previous Battle of the Gorge Road, the Commandery Army under his command was already a disorganized rabble with flagging morale.
There were only twelve seventh-rank martial cultivators left in the army. What could they possibly