Although their troop strength is roughly equal, they are now overwhelmingly superior in numbers.
Not only that.
They are now surrounded on all sides, the city gates are closed, and countless archers are lying in ambush on the city walls!
In an instant, the two poles reversed!
More and more corpses fell, and the blood flowed like a river!
Swish, swish, swish!
As countless arrows rained down, more than a dozen soldiers around the King of Beixiang fell one after another. He knew that if the fighting continued like this, their 200,000-strong Western Jin army would surely be wiped out.
How do we fight?
Their military strength was not as formidable as Garan's.
They outnumbered them, were surrounded, the city gates were closed, and there were countless archers on the city walls.
They're like dumplings now, unable to escape!
The chances of winning are very slim.
"Retreat to the city gate immediately!"
The King of Beixiang shouted loudly.
They now seem to have switched identities with Jialan.
He couldn't understand how, with such a perfect plan, the soldiers of Garan could not have been poisoned, and how the intelligence could have been wrong.
What went wrong? Or did Jialan's alchemists concoct the antidote?
That's right, with so many spies in Guanshan City, how could he not know!
Tonight's whole thing was clearly designed to lure him in.
Han Shao, standing on the city wall, watched all this with a cold eye, sneered, and fired his bow and arrow at the King of Bei Xiang with a whoosh.
The arrows came fiercely, and the Prince of Beixiang, who was fighting the enemy below, narrowed his eyes. He quickly reacted and grabbed the people next to him to block the fierce arrows.
With a soft thud, the sound of an arrow piercing through a body filled the air. The lieutenant stared wide-eyed at the Prince of Beixiang in disbelief. The Prince of Beixiang, whom he had followed for more than ten years, had ultimately used his body to shield the enemy from a deadly attack.
The lieutenant's mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he remained silent, and blood continued to gush from his mouth.
*Thud!* Another arrow flew in. The lieutenant stared wide-eyed in horror. The King of Beixiang didn't care about him anymore and casually threw him aside, letting the soldiers trample on him. He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
The soldiers of the Western Jin Dynasty were defeated and forced to retreat. With the city gates closed, they had nowhere to escape!
The King of Beixiang's face turned ashen.
"Retreat to the city gate! Break down the city gate!"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Western Jin Dynasty ran desperately toward the city gate as if they were being chased by ghosts. Some soldiers fell to the ground and were trampled to death by the soldiers behind them before they could get up.
Bang!
The city gate made a loud noise, but remained completely still.
"What a bunch of useless trash!" The King of Beixiang roared, his face ashen.
From within the crowd of Jialan, someone shouted, "The treacherous dogs of the Western Jin Dynasty are trying to escape! Charge! Kill these treacherous dogs!"
"Kill! Escape? No way!" Garan's soldiers cheered.
Let's see if they still dare to poison us, let's see if they still dare to invade our Kingdom of Garan. They deserve all of this, they have what they deserve.
In the chase, the once arrogant Western Jin soldiers were now panicked and submissive, being trampled on the ground by the soldiers of Jialan.
Severed limbs and remains flew everywhere, and blood stained the city walls.
Whoosh! Another fierce arrow shot straight at the vital point of the King of Beixiang.
The arrow was so fast that it was impossible to dodge. When the King of Beixiang, who was in the middle of killing the enemy, turned around, the arrow had already pierced straight through his shoulder.
The King of Beixiang let out a painful roar, his face pale and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He endured the pain, swallowed several pills, and forcefully pulled the arrow out of his shoulder. Blood splattered all over the ground, and the King of Beixiang's face paled.
Seeing that his 200,000 elite troops had dwindled to less than 100,000, he knew that if things continued this way, even he would be doomed. Once these fools broke through the gate, he would be dead. He glanced at the towering city wall, his only way out. Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain in his shoulder, he made a desperate move, leaped up, and used his broadsword to block the incoming arrows, finally reaching the top of the city wall.
Han Shaoting, Han Shaoyi, and City Lord Liao had been waiting here for quite some time.
The King of Beixiang felt a chill in his heart; they had long expected him to abandon his troops and flee from the city wall.
"King of Beixiang, how have you been? Why are you in such a sorry state today?" Han Shaoyi sneered.
"King of Beixiang, don't you really like Guanshan City? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" City Lord Liao brandished the iron rod in his hand.
The King of Beixiang coldly stared at the three people who surrounded him. He, the King of Beixiang, had been on the battlefield for decades and had encountered all kinds of desperate situations. He was not afraid at all!
"Hmph, enough talk, come at me if you dare!"
The King of Beixiang spoke of the flow of spiritual energy, and the turbulent spiritual energy surged like an endless storm.
Bang! The spiritual techniques collided with a deafening sound. One against three, the King of Beixiang's every move was filled with intense killing intent. His attacks were fierce and deadly. In addition, the violent spiritual energy added to the power of his attacks, making his combat strength astonishing.
Half an incense stick later, the two sides were evenly matched, but the sweat on the King of Beixiang's forehead and his pale face showed his pain at this moment.
The King of Beixiang knew that although they appeared to be evenly matched on the surface, he was actually at a disadvantage. In addition, he was injured in the arm. If he continued to fight them like this, he would surely die here.
At this moment, his gaze swept over Lord Liao, but finally landed on Han Shaoting and Han Shaoyi.
"Prepare to die!"
With a loud shout, the King of Beixiang gathered all his spiritual power into his broadsword, and several beams of mysterious light, carrying killing intent, swiftly attacked Han Shaoting and Han Shaoyi.
"Zheng—"
Han Shaoting and Han Shaoyi felt a strong gust of wind and instinctively tried to defend themselves. Just then, the King of Beixiang suddenly turned around and attacked the City Lord Liao behind him. His powerful spiritual energy, as fast as lightning, sent the City Lord Liao flying.
Lord Liao spat out a mouthful of blood, and Han Shaoting and Han Shaoyi quickly realized what was happening.
With a roar, the King of Beixiang mounted his horse and sped away.
What a clever feint!
"Your Highness, you stay here. I'm going to chase after the Prince of Beixiang!"
After Han Shaoting finished speaking, he and several of his men leaped down and followed closely behind the Prince of Beixiang.
Looking at Fengyue City not far away, and then at Han Shaoting who was hot on his heels, the Prince of Beixiang smiled sarcastically. Was the eldest prince of Jialan out of his mind? Did he think that Fengyue City was still Jialan's territory? He had only brought a few people to chase him, and they had even caught up with him on his own land.
Looking up at the brightly lit Fengyue City, he shouted, "Open the city gates for me at once!"
Once he enters the city, he will show him just how miserable the outcome of his attack was.
The city gates of Fengyue City slowly opened, and the King of Beixiang did not notice at all that the guards on the gates had been replaced and were no longer his people from the Western Jin Dynasty.
He turned around and looked at Han Shaoting, who was still waiting at the city gate, with a sarcastic expression.
"Crown Prince Jialan, this is your Jialan's Fengyue City. Why don't you dare to come in?"
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