Smoke signals filled the land.
Under the relentless assault of the imperial army of three hundred thousand, the Beiliang Army suffered heavier losses with each passing day, losing over ten thousand troops and horses.
Another prolonged battle lasted for three hours.
It wasn't until dusk that the imperial army sounded the gong to retreat.
On the city walls of Qiantang Prefecture, there was devastation everywhere.
"Puh!"
Second Senior Brother Cheng Wei couldn't hold on and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Old Two!"
Wang Zhi hurried forward to support him, not forgetting to chide him a bit: "You're both trained in spears, yet how come there's such a big gap between you and the young disciple!"
"..."
Cheng Wei ignored him and just went off to rest.
The rest of the soldiers began to carry out their respective tasks—repairing the city walls, carrying bodies, cleaning up the battlefield...
"Mr. Xu."
Ye Fengxiu slightly raised his eyes and said: "How's our situation?"
