The valiant female soldiers fired their nail guns wildly, riddling the northern barbarian soldiers who had climbed the ladders with bullets.

The northern barbarian army screamed in terror at the sight of the strange weapons.

Especially those soldiers who climbed up the city wall, although they had learned from the previous battle and increased the height of the ladders, had their hands cut off and their heads shaved off by chainsaws.

The sounds of wailing and screaming filled the air both inside and outside Liangcheng.

The battle raged from dawn until dusk, and the main battlefield was littered with the corpses of enemy soldiers.

The northern barbarian army pushed in catapults and lit them with oil.

The fire at Liangcheng city gate also resulted in numerous deaths and injuries.

Fortunately, with the aid of explosives, the battle was temporarily brought under control. The Northern Barbarian army and the Wei soldiers were wary and temporarily surrounded the city, not daring to attack again.

Just then, Huo Tingye, covered in blood, rushed up the city wall in a great hurry.

"Your Highness, we've run out of explosives and fireworks!"

Qin Yue Zhao's hand paused.

The drumsticks fell to the ground with a thud, and she turned to ask, "Has the god not replied yet?"

Chen Wan'er shook her head in despair.

Qin Yue Zhao gritted her teeth.

"Alright! Then this princess will personally take to the battlefield and fight the Northern Barbarians!"

"No, Princess, you're still recovering from your illness. You've already exhausted most of your energy just from encouraging the soldiers. If you go back to the battlefield, your body definitely won't be able to handle it!"

"I'm going too!"

Qin Yue Zhao pushed Chen Wan'er away, but after taking only two steps, she suddenly started coughing.

Seeing this, Huo Tingye forcibly picked her up and carried her horizontally.

"No! Your Highness, you are not only the commander-in-chief of the Huo family army, but also the princess of Da Gan. You cannot afford to make any mistakes! I have been disrespectful to the princess, please forgive me!"

"Uncle!" Qin Yuezhao struggled violently, "Uncle, put me down!"

"The Battle of Liangcheng has been going on for over a year, and my soldiers are still waiting for me. How can I run away?"

"Even if I die in battle, I will die on the battlefield. The Huo family has no deserters!"

There are no deserters in the Huo family!

Huo Tingye suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The cold wind tousled his disheveled long hair, and his weathered face was filled with helplessness as he finally put Qin Yue Zhao down.

"You're right, the Huo family has no deserters! In that case, let's fight the Northern Barbarians!"

He knelt on the ground and said, "This humble general is willing to follow Your Highness to the death!"

Qin Yue Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, and her parched throat tasted of blood.

But she bit her tongue, suppressing the urge to cough, drew her longsword, and addressed the soldiers on the city wall: "All generals, listen to my command! Follow me out of the city to meet the enemy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the soldiers knelt down, their cheers thunderous.

"We, your humble servants, swear to follow Your Highness to the death, until we are both loyal!"

Qin Yue Zhao's eyes suddenly darkened, and she took the lead in walking down the city wall and leaping onto her horse.

The setting sun cast a blood-red glow, making her appear as solemn and dignified as a sculpture.

The soldiers followed closely behind, equally disregarding their own lives.

However, just as the main force set off, Huo Sanbao's excited and high-spirited shouts came from behind:

"Report, report, report—"

"Your Highness, a message has arrived from the gods, saying they are sending us explosives!"