Kim Tae-won smiled calmly and said, "Life and death are predestined! Just face it with equanimity!"

"If we fail to kill the traitors, we'll have to rely on you!"

Jin Ming shook her head: "Don't say discouraging things, maybe you two will make it!"

"No matter what happens in the end, I hope we can all survive!"

Kim Geon-in, standing to the side, had a solemn expression, but said:

"The traitor must die! We must find him in the chaos of battle by any means necessary! Even if it means fighting to the last man, we must fight them to the bitter end!"

"Jin Ming, listen to my orders later!"

"Yes, Big Brother!" Jin Ming nodded.

After saying that, Kim Geon-in nodded to Kim Tae-jin and Kim Won, and then left.

Watching their retreating figures, Kim Tae shouted, "Be careful, brothers!"

Jin Ming turned her head and waved her hand. Jin Jianren did not turn around, but simply said, "Okay, be careful."

Before long, several rustling sounds were heard.

Kim Geon-in, who had already rushed to the cavalry group, turned his head.

But then, iron-feathered arrows appeared on the city wall.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat poured down his temples.

Immediately afterwards, he shouted, "Quick! Quick!"

"The war has officially begun!!!"

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"Open the door! Open the door now!"

Below the city gate, a vast horde of routed soldiers shouted themselves hoarse.

But the tightly closed city gates showed no sign of opening, and roars could still be heard from the city walls, which were being bombarded by iron-feathered arrows and boulders:

"Go back! Go back and fight them!"

"If you don't want to die, go back here!!!"

"Open the door! Open the door! We can't fight this way! There's nothing we can do!" The routed soldiers cried out in despair as they watched the boulders hurtling through the air.

But the cries for help were quickly drowned out by painful screams.

Behind them, war siege engines were continuously hurling boulders, and among these boulders were countless iron-feathered arrows.

Those ballistae were firing arrows continuously.

These thick, long arrows pierced through everything mercilessly, rushing in like a sudden rainstorm.

One arrow followed another, wave after wave, as boulders pounded and arrows flew in a hail of bullets.

Then came the dismembered limbs, the blood and gore, and the bright red blood spurting out, just like a riot of colors blooming everywhere.

In a short period of time, the area was bombarded into a graveyard of flesh and blood.

This is a ferocious and explosive attack that ignores everything.

On the city wall, Jin Zhao, hiding in a sturdy corner tower, roared and issued orders:

"Send it back!"

"Shoot it back! Shoot it back!"

With a roar, the ballistae mounted on the city wall also fired bolts, while the war siege engines placed on the ground were pulled by the soldiers, launching stones one after another.

The routed soldiers caught between the attacks of both sides were no longer being paid any attention to.

The roars, howls, screams, and explosions mingled together, creating a chaotic battlefield where the sounds were almost piercing everyone's eardrums.

It was like a violent storm that swept through, plunging everything into chaos.

This chaos resulted in the loss of countless lives. At this time, no one could remain unscathed, and no one knew what would be flying towards them in the next second.

As time went by, the killing never stopped.

The once sturdy city tower is now dilapidated, and even the ground near the city wall is studded with iron-feathered arrows and some fallen rocks.

Cold sweat streamed down Jin Zhao's bloodless face, and one of his arms was broken, wrapped with a bloodstained strip of cloth.

That was caused by being accidentally shot by an iron-feathered arrow earlier. If it had been a little more off-center and entered his chest, he believed that his armor would have been completely pierced.

This means that he will be shot through by an arrow, leaving a bloody hole.

Even though he had only lost a piece of his forearm, the intense pain and the unstoppable bleeding left him pale and speechless.

He leaned against the city wall, his head bowed weakly, but his gaze fell upon a corpse nailed to the ground.

An iron-feathered arrow pierced the corpse's face.

Therefore, the face was no longer recognizable; all that could be seen was an indescribable and terrifying scene.

Despite this, Jin Zhao still knew the identity of the corpse; it was a brother he had sworn brotherhood with just over an hour ago.

It has only been such a short time, yet they are already separated by death.

This was far too cruel, so cruel that Kim Jo groaned out loud.

"call--"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, looking at the blood seeping from the cloth strips, knowing that without an effective way to stop the bleeding, he too would soon become a cold corpse.

But by then, there was no time or resources left to deal with it.

The boulders had stopped falling, and only sparse iron-feathered arrows were being shot at, which meant that the next step of the plan was about to be implemented.

Open the gates to meet the enemy, penetrate deep into the rebel ranks, and carry out a decapitation strike!

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P.S.: This is three chapters, so I won't get any more points. I've been writing like crazy these past few days, canceling all my activities, including New Year's greetings and visiting other people's homes. I hope to write more and publish it.

But I think I got the date wrong. How come it's almost Chinese New Year after I posted this?! It's going by so fast...it's just too fast...

Happy New Year to all my dear readers! Wishing you all a prosperous Year of the Dragon! Love you all!

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