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Chapter 309 Fight to the Death
The Prince of Huai's pupils suddenly contracted. He turned around and saw a cold glint flying from the city wall. It was so fast that he didn't have time to dodge.

"Whoosh! Slash!"

The Prince of Huai felt a flush on his face as the pungent, strong smell of blood instantly filled his nostrils.

Fu Yan fell in front of him, knife still in hand. The severed arrow shaft was embedded in the wooden rafters of the carriage beside him, the fletching emitting wisps of white smoke, while the arrowhead pierced straight into Fu Yan's chest.

This arrow was clearly specially made to assassinate him!

The Prince of Huai looked incredulously toward the city wall, "Madman! Madman!"

"This woman is insane!"

"All generals, quickly form ranks and surround me!"

"Don't leave even the slightest gap!"

The Prince of Huai roared with all his might, and the generals who were resisting the rain of arrows heard the call and immediately surrounded him from all directions.

"Right, that is it!"

"Bring more men over and surround me even more tightly."

The Prince of Huai was quickly swallowed up by the crowd. He looked defiantly at Bai Wanqing on the city wall and cursed angrily.

"Kill!"

"Hahaha! Go ahead and kill again!"

"I have plenty of men, more than your rain of arrows."

The Prince of Huai was safe, but without a general to command his army, their attack formation was quickly disrupted by the rain of arrows, and the number of corpses in front of the city gate increased at a visible rate.

But the Prince of Huai couldn't see that at all; he only noticed that the number of arrows on the city wall was decreasing.

Bai Wanqing soon found herself at her wit's end, with no power left to fight back.

It must be said, the Prince of Huai was right!
After the final volley of arrows, Bai Wanqing was no longer able to withstand the attack of the Prince of Huai.

"One hundred and thirty thousand!"

"One hundred twenty thousand!"

"One hundred and ten thousand!"

Cheng Susu gritted her teeth, looking at the still mighty army in front of the city gate, her scalp tingling. They no longer had divine weapons like stone cannons and divine rockets, but the army of the Prince of Huai in front of her was no less than before.

They showed no intention of retreating and continued to surge towards the city gate.

Bai Wanqing also looked solemn. She originally wanted to use stone cannon carts and divine rockets to hold off Prince Huai, even if it was only for a day or two!

But now it seems that the Prince of Huai has no intention of retreating, but wants to take Beifeng City in one fell swoop.

"Disperse the poison!" Bai Wanqing uttered the two words heavily.

The guards pulled out white porcelain bottles from their pockets and threw them over the heads of the Prince of Huai's army as they climbed the wall.

It is unclear whether the poison was too weak or the snowflakes absorbed the poison.

The scattered poison had absolutely no effect.

As the soldiers of the Prince of Huai's army were about to climb the city wall, the guards visibly panicked.

Just then, Bai Wanqing swung her spear with both hands and swiftly knocked an enemy soldier off the wall, and everyone reacted instantly.

"What if we don't have stone cannons!"

"So what if we don't have the Divine Rocket!"

"We still have physical bodies, and we still have families who need protection!"

"Let's fight! Let's fight the traitors!"

Bai Wanqing roared loudly, instantly igniting the morale of the soldiers defending the city. Everyone raised their swords and began to fight the enemy.

On the blue brick wall of the East Gate, Lin Feiyun, along with Cui Yao and Uncle Lin, slashed at the enemy with broadswords, cutting them in two, armor and all.

On the south gate, several of the younger members of the Lin family were terrified by the scene before them. As the enemy soldiers swung their swords down, their lives hung in the balance. Uncle Lin Er shouted angrily and kicked the enemy soldiers who had climbed the city wall down.

"What are you guys standing there for? Do you want to die?"

Lin Xiaoyong and the other younger members of the Lin family finally came to their senses. This was war! Was this how their ancestors had fought against the enemy in the northern border for generations? This was completely different from what they had learned in Lin Family Village.

There is no stopping here, no review or correction; there is only bloodthirsty slaughter.

If you don't die, I will! If I want to live, you can only die!
Lin Xiaoyong raised the black iron sword that his uncle had given him on his thirteenth birthday and charged towards the enemy.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

A low, beast-like growl escaped Lin Xiaoyong's throat as the blade, whistling through the air, cleaved open the enemy soldier's throat, warm drops of blood splattering onto the boy's taut jaw. He wiped the sweat from his eyes with his other hand, catching a glimpse of a cold glint appearing behind Lin Xiaoxu through his fingers.

"Dowdress!" The crimson blade grazed the hair of the village boy, slicing off half of the enemy general's broken spear.

As Lin Xiaoxu spun around, sparks flew from his silver armor, and the tip of his sword precisely pierced the attacker's eye socket. His bloodied tiger teeth gleamed white in the smoke: "Thank you!"

Thirty paces away, Uncle Lin glanced at the two boys looking after each other amidst the pile of corpses, his turbid tears rolling into his gray beard.

In a daze, the black battle flag from twenty years ago fluttered atop the city wall, and those comrades who were forever frozen in their youth were returning from the depths of their memories, stepping through the blood-red twilight.

Suddenly, the copper bells on the eaves of the West Gate corner tower rang. Cheng Susu gripped her nine-section whip with her fingers and swung it ten meters away from a row of enemy soldiers who were about to climb the city tower.

Cheng Kailin, wielding his spear, also swept his hand, knocking down a group of enemies.

"Susu, hold on! Don't let them take another step!"

"Yes!"

The two figures intertwined, and together they managed to build an impregnable wall on the city wall.

Half a day later, north of Beifeng City, the Prince of Huai looked up at the crumbling city gate and roared to the sky. His laughter was like the hooting of owls in the forest, shaking the banners on the city walls.

Cui Jingcheng's sword flashed, its light dancing like a silver snake, instantly cleaving through three cold beams.

Bai Wanqing's feathered arrows pierced the air in rapid succession; before the sound of the bowstring had even faded, five people were shot down from the city walls.

"Wanqing, there are too many people!"

Cui Jingcheng pierced another person, panting and growling in a low voice.

Bai Wanqing looked at the few arrows left in the quiver and silently touched the dagger at her waist.

Not only them, but the guards at the four gates also began to show signs of fatigue. Their light and agile movements gradually became heavy, and the long whips flying in the sky emitted low groans!
What should we do! If this continues, they will be completely devoured by the Prince of Huai's army!

Bai Wanqing looked around and saw the vast land covered with blood-red snowflakes, and the sound of clashing iron halberds echoing in the sky.

"The reinforcements never arrived!"

Bai Wanqing felt a surge of anger rushing from her abdomen to her chest.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Wanqing!" Cui Jingcheng roared as he looked at the glaring red in front of Bai Wanqing.

With a sudden turn, his arm was pierced by the tip of a knife from the enemy soldier behind him.

"Get out!" Cui Jingcheng roared, severing the man's neck tendon with his sword, and hurriedly helped Wanqing up.

"I'm fine!" Wanqing waved her hand slightly.

Twenty paces away, Fengniang stumbled and bumped into the edge of the bluestone wall, her iron scales stained dark red with blood.

Lord Liu held his sword horizontally to protect her vital points, and blood and foam flew everywhere where the blade passed, thus preventing the enemy's sword from striking her vitals.

Not everyone is as lucky as Fengniang; the guards are falling one by one.

Four streams of blood gushed from Lin Xiaoyong's shoulders and back. With his tiger-like eyes wide open, he dragged three enemy soldiers down the ten-zhang-long city wall, crashing onto the cloud ladder and splashing up a cloud of blood mist.

"Xiao Xu, thrust your spear!" Uncle Lin's iron spear, like a dragon, aimed straight for the enemy chieftain's throat, but the tassel was caught by three golden knives.

Seeing his nephew's chest and abdomen ripped open by a long knife, the old general, his beard and hair bristling, roared like thunder, and swept his spear, cracking the city bricks three inches apart.

Lin Feiyun and Cui Yao stood back to back, their three-foot-long swords heavy as a thousand pounds, the tassels of which were stained purplish-black with congealed blood.

"Big Head Dad, we'll see Big Head soon!"

Cui Yao had blood at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were smiling.