The Prodigal Son

Highlands outside the city.

Qin Yu, through his telescope, witnessed firsthand how a large number of Ning soldiers were blown away by this unprecedented explosion.

The enormous mushroom cloud gave him a feeling of being in another world.

The Yan army actually blew up the city wall on their own initiative?

Qin Yu stared blankly at the scene before him, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Even if the Yan army wanted to perish together with their attacking force, there was absolutely no need to blast such a large hole in the city wall!

Even if their entire siege force is killed, won't the others just push forward?

As he pondered this, Qin Yu's expression suddenly changed.

"Oh no! The enemy is going to destroy the bridge!"

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat. He spurred his horse forward and roared at the top of his lungs, "All troops, attack! Follow me and press forward!"

We must save the wooden bridge!

Moreover, we must charge in without hesitation!

Otherwise, once they are pushed back, the enemy will have a chance to regroup and reorganize their defenses.

If they want to launch another attack, they'll have to throw more lives into it!

"Quick, keep up!"

Zhao Wu immediately led his personal guards to catch up with Qin Yu.

"kill!"

Just as they charged forward, the Yan army inside the city finally broke out from the breach.

Led by Yan general Quan Tong, a large number of Yan soldiers rushed out of the thick smoke and headed straight for their wooden bridge.

Still reeling from the aftershocks of the explosion, Yang Dun shook his head and saw the Yan army bursting out from the breach, instantly snapping to attention.

"Prepare for the enemy! Prepare for the enemy!"

"Stop them!"

Yang Dun shook his head as he stood up, grabbed a weapon from the side, and charged forward.

Behind Yang Dun, some Ning soldiers who had barely recovered from the aftershocks of the explosion also quickly got up and hastily rebuilt their defenses.

However, most of them were injured in the aftershocks of the explosion and were still dizzy. In the rush, they were unable to organize a complete defensive line and could only fight the charging Yan army on instinct.

"kill!"

Quan Tong knocked down two Ning soldiers guarding the bridge with a single spear thrust, then twirled his spear and attacked Yang Dun like a nimble snake.

Yang Dun barely managed to block the spear with his sword, but his still-recovering body staggered as a result.

Quan Tong seized the opportunity and immediately launched a swift, diagonal attack.

puff!

The spear tip pierced Yang Dun's body, and excruciating pain instantly swept through his body.

Just as Quan Tong sheathed his spear, Yang Dun mustered his last strength, gripped Quan Tong's spear tightly, and roared with blood streaming from his mouth, "Die with me!"

With a roar, Yang Dun wildly swung his sword at Quan Tong's neck.

Quan Tong's expression changed drastically. It was too late to return the gun, so he could only raise his arm to block.

"clang!"

The blade struck Quan Tong's arm guard, sending sparks flying.

Unfortunately, Yang Dun, exhausted, lacked the strength to break through Quan Tong's arm guard, leaving a shallow wound on his hand.

"Get out of here!"

Quan Tong roared and kicked Yang Dun away with a "bang." Ignoring the pain in his arm, he quickly holstered his gun and swept it towards Ning Jun's neck.

Amidst the splattering of blood, yet another Ning soldier fell to Quan Tong's gun.

The soldiers guarding the bridge fell one after another under the charge of Quan Tong's troops. Behind Quan Tong and his men, a group of archers relied on the ruins of the collapsed city wall to continuously rain arrows onto the wooden bridge, preventing Ning's reinforcements from arriving.

Just as Quan Tong was rapidly leading his troops to break through the bridgehead's defenses, an aura like that of a prehistoric beast suddenly appeared.

Quan Tong was horrified and subconsciously looked over, only to see Qi Dachui, covered in blood, charging towards him with bloodshot eyes.

Sensing Qi Dachui's aura, Quan Tong subconsciously wanted to avoid his sharp edge.

However, despite his large size, Qi Dachui was incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, Qi Dachui had already reached Quan Tong.

Bang!

"roar!"

Qi Dachui let out a roar like a wild beast, smashed Quan Tong's head to pieces with a single blow, and roared again as he charged at the other Yan soldiers.

At the same time, Qin Yu finally rushed to the bridge.

"Kill! Drive the enemy back!"

Qin Yu roared and leaped into the air. In a few bounds, he crossed the wooden bridge and quickly charged towards the Yan army at the bridgehead.

With the arrival of Qin Yu, a ninth-realm expert, the situation at the bridgehead quickly turned around.

"kill!"

"Kill them!"

Behind Qin Yu, Ning's troops continuously surged across the wooden bridge, pushing back the Yan troops that had broken through the gap.

"We can't hold out any longer, retreat!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

……

North Gate of Wangzhou Prefecture.

Compared to Qin Yu's group, the battle on this side was much more intense because of the restraint provided by Grandmaster Zong Bi.

Below the city wall, it was already a sea of ​​fire.

However, Ning's troops continued to advance along the makeshift wooden bridge to the city walls and quickly dispersed, forcibly stretching their defensive lines.

The stronger Ning soldiers, under the cover of archers, used ropes and hooks to climb up the city wall.

Those who were weaker relied on makeshift ladders to climb up the city wall.

People kept falling, but others kept rushing forward.

The Yan army on the city wall could only attend to one side, not the other.

Ning's army had stormed the city walls several times, but they were always repelled by the Yan army's desperate resistance.

Zong Bi and Zhao Po had been fighting on the city wall for nearly half an hour.

The two were evenly matched, and after a fierce battle, both were greatly exhausted and suffered internal injuries of varying degrees.

Zhao Po temporarily retreated and rested nearby to recuperate.

However, Zong Bi was not as relaxed as Zhao Po.

He not only had no time to recover, but also had to seize the time to adjust his defense.

Ning Jun's determination to attack the city was greater than he had imagined.

If they can barely hold on on their own, the situation in the South Gate will probably be even more difficult without a Grandmaster in charge.

Just as Zong Bi was secretly worrying, Tong Lu rushed over, "General, we've run out of oil!"

"Then move the kerosene from the east and west gates over here!"

Zongbi gave the order without hesitation.

With him personally overseeing things here, we didn't prepare too much kerosene to begin with.

The kerosene was mainly concentrated in the South Gate area.

There are also some reserves at the East Gate and West Gate.

"It's all moved out!"

Tong Lu's face showed panic. "When the General was fighting the enemy's Grandmaster, he ran out of oil. I already ordered people to bring all the oil over! Now, there's not a drop left!"

What?

There's no kerosene left?

Is it being consumed so quickly?

Although they had indeed used up a lot of oil in order to intercept Qin Yu's troops, he hadn't expected the oil in the city to be used up so quickly!

In less than an hour, the kerosene was... gone?

Zong Bi stared blankly for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

No wonder Qin Fumeng boasted that he would break through the city soon!

It turns out that the old man had already seen through their predicament of lacking kerosene!

"Go demolish the house!"

Zong Bi gritted his teeth and growled, "Move everything that can be burned to the city wall!"

"yes!"

Tong Lu ran away quickly.

Zong Bi grabbed the water bag and poured a mouthful of water into his mouth, his eyes fixed on the distance.

The best way to defeat Ning Jun is to risk going out of the city alone, take advantage of Zhao Po's unpreparedness to attack Qin Fumeng's central army, and try to kill Qin Fumeng in one fell swoop!

With Qin Fumeng dead, the Ning army will surely retreat!

However, although Qin Fumeng has fallen from the Grandmaster realm, he is still the number one person below the Grandmaster level!

He has several thousand soldiers by his side, and the expert Zhao Po can provide rapid support.

The chances of getting rid of Qin Fumeng are extremely slim.

"Clang clang..."

Just as Zong Bi was hesitating, the sound of retreat suddenly came from the rear of the Ning army...