On the city walls of Fuling, defenses began to be carried out in an orderly manner.
Zhao Yun was responsible for guarding the west gate, Luo Cheng for guarding the north gate, Liang Hongyu for guarding the east gate, and Han Shizhong for holding off the main force of the Xiongnu at the north gate.
Mu Zian led a thousand Nights of Unrecruited Personnel to be in charge of the central operations.
Although these Xiongnu people seemed to be coming in a fierce manner, they were actually terrified.
So this seemingly massive offensive actually lasted for less than half an hour before it ended.
The Xiongnu hastily left thousands of corpses at Fuling and retreated.
The Xiongnu camp is destined to be quiet tonight.
Yelü Junba pondered deeply but still couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong.
He was so well prepared, but in the end he was still crushed by the other side.
He didn't know what those Han people in Fuling City were launching.
Could it really be divine thunder summoned from the heavens?
Just as Yelü Junba was falling into deep self-doubt, Pei Shaozhu, limping, entered the tent.
Pei Shaozhu's birth chart was also very strong; that bomb didn't kill him.
However, an iron nail was deeply embedded in his thigh.
So much so that he now feels a piercing pain with every step he takes.
The two met inside the tent, and as their eyes met, they both saw confusion in each other's eyes.
After a long silence, Pei Shaozhu finally spoke.
"Reporting to the Left Wise King, of the eight commanders of ten thousand in the army, only two are still able to participate in the battle."
"Of the remaining six commanders, four were blown to pieces, and their bodies were so mangled that they could not be repaired."
"Three more remain missing, their fates unknown; nearly half of the commanders and lieutenants have been killed or wounded..."
Upon hearing Pei Shaozhu's report, Yelü Junba felt as if the sky had fallen.
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