A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

As Liu Jingshuang stepped onto the third ladder, Chen Sen was still sneering from the city wall.

"You really dare to come up here?"

He slashed the Wei family soldier in front of him with his spear, blood dripping down the tip of the spear, the contempt in his eyes still lingering.

In his view, women could train soldiers, defend camps, and maintain appearances even after a man's death.

Could they scale the city walls and fight to the death?

joke.

The city wall is the dirtiest place, where knives are pressed against knives and blood is drawn from blood; there's not much room for fancy tactics.

Whoever is the strongest and dares to fight will survive.

Chen Sen didn't believe that a woman could outdo him in this kind of situation.

Until Liu Jingshuang's knife came slashing down.

clang!

Chen Sen raised his spear to block, but his wrist suddenly went numb, and he was jolted back half a step.

His smile froze.

It's not just for show.

That strike was both steady and ruthless.

Using the last step of the ladder, Liu Jingshuang flipped herself onto the battlement, slammed her round shield to the left, knocking a Qinggu soldier off the wall, and then swept her long sword across, splitting the throat of a second defender.

The Qinggu soldiers on the city wall, who had been laughing the loudest just moments before, all fell silent.

Liu Jingshuang stood by the battlements, her plain-colored outfit splattered with blood, her eyes cold and unwavering.

"The Guardian Army".

She pointed her long sword.

"Ascend the city."

The Wei family army below seemed to be forcibly pulled up by this shout.

"General Liu has taken to the city walls!"

"superior!"

"Protect Commander Liu!"

On each of the siege ladders, the soldiers of the Wei family were climbing upwards recklessly.

Someone had their shoulder crushed by a rolling log, but their hand was still gripping the ladder beam tightly.

Someone was shot in the chest with an arrow, and biting the arrow shaft, he pushed the brothers behind him upwards.

Chen Sen's eyelids were twitching violently.

"Stop her!"

Chen Sen roared, and his personal guards immediately surrounded him.

Liu Jingshuang did not retreat.

She took a step forward, her long sword cleaving through the first spear thrusting at her, and her round shield smashing into the second man's face with a muffled sound of bones shattering.

A third person lunged at her from the side and behind. Without even turning her head, she swung the hilt of her knife backward, striking the man squarely in the throat.

The person collapsed.

A bloody path was cleared on the city wall.

Chen Sen finally stopped being so disdainful.

He raised his gun and pressed forward, the tip aimed straight for Liu Jingshuang's chest.

"Come!"

The shot was very fast.

Chen Sen's ability to govern Pingyang wasn't based on mere words.

He came from a local militia, fought against mountain bandits, suppressed county soldiers, and even made a name for himself in the chaos of war.

Luo Shao had so many generals under his command, but he only entrusted him with the defense of Pingyang because he was truly a capable fighter.

But Liu Jingshuang only turned half an inch to the side, the back of her blade slid against the gun barrel, and the long sword suddenly flicked upwards.

Chen Sen felt a sharp pain in his hand, and his spear thrust was deflected.

He didn't gain any advantage in the first round.

His face darkened, and he swept the butt of his gun, trying to force Liu Jingshuang to retreat.

Liu Jingshuang pressed down with her round shield, taking the blow head-on. She only took half a step back, and her long sword was already slashing back at his ribs.

Chen Sen quickly returned fire.

In the second round, he blocked the attack, but his ribcage was cut open by the blade.

Cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.

Why is this woman carrying such a heavy knife?

Despite his slender build, his sword strikes were as if he had honed them over a decade in a pile of corpses, with not a single superfluous stroke.

She doesn't flaunt, doesn't beat around the bush, and isn't greedy; she only targets the shortest and most ruthless spot.

In the third round, Liu Jingshuang slashed down with her sword, and Chen Sen parried with his spear.

Swords and spears clashed.

Chen Sen's arm went numb, and the brick under his feet slipped.

Liu Jingshuang gave him no chance to catch his breath, and the round shield slammed into his chest.

Chen Sen took a step back, and his personal guards tried to cover for him, but they were pierced by a spear thrust from the Wei family soldiers who had just climbed up.

"General!"

The lieutenant saw this scene from afar and turned pale.

Chen Sen heard it, but dared not turn around.

Because the fourth round has arrived.

Liu Jingshuang discarded her shield.

She casually slammed the round shield at the Qinggu Army soldiers rushing from the left, gripped the long sword with both hands, and pressed the blade down against Chen Sen's spear shaft.

Chen Sen gritted his teeth and forcibly drew his gun.

I can't pull it out.

Liu Jingshuang's eyes finally changed.

It wasn't anger.

The killing intent had settled.

Chen Sen understood.

From the moment she climbed the city wall, her goal was not the third section of the wall, nor the east gate, nor to scare away the defenders.

It's him.

She wants to kill the commander.

Round 5.

Chen Sen finally roared, abandoned his gun stance, and drew his sword to close the distance.

He knew that if he continued to fight with long weapons, he would be crushed to death by Liu Jingshuang.

Only in close-quarters combat can one survive.

But Liu Jingshuang was faster than him.

Chen Sen's eyes fixed.

That's not a spear.

It was just a broken gun.

The gun barrel was still there, but a third of it was broken and covered in mud and blood.

But in Liu Jingshuang's hands, that's enough.

puff!

The broken spear pierced Chen Sen's heart.

Chen Sen froze on the spot.

He looked down at the gun barrel on his chest, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Liu Jingshuang did not listen.

She released the broken spear and swung her long sword down in a backhand strike.

Chen Sen's head rolled on the city bricks.

The city walls fell silent for a moment.

Then it exploded.

"General Chen is dead!"

"The general is dead!"

"General Liu has beheaded Chen Sen!"

The roar of the Wei family army drowned out the screams of the Qinggu army.

The third section of the city wall was completely torn open, and more and more of the Wei family army surged onto the city wall, while the Qinggu army began to retreat.

Chen Sen's deputy general turned pale, but he didn't collapse yet.

He grabbed the flag bearer beside him, his voice hoarse and fierce.

"Raise the general's flag!"

"General Chen is not dead! Anyone who dares to shout this will be executed!"

The flag bearer's hands were shaking.

The lieutenant drew his sword and slashed down a retreating soldier, his face covered in splattered blood.

"Hold the city walls! Reinforcements will arrive within seven days! Whoever holds Pingyang will be richly rewarded by King Luo! Anyone who retreats even a step, I will kill their entire family!"

That shout really silenced some people.

The Qinggu Army still has 200,000 men.

Chen Sen is dead, but the city is still there, the grain is still there, and the deputy general is still there.

If we can suppress the information and delay it, we might be able to stabilize the situation again.

When Wei Zhao saw the general's flag being raised again from below the city, his eyes turned cold.

Still trying to hold on?

can.

Having backbone is a good thing.

But I don't have time to play the role of a loyal minister or general with you right now.

He stretched out his hand.

The guard immediately handed over a large bow.

That bow was not an ordinary infantry bow used in the army; it was a heavy bow sent by Shang Wanqing, with an incredibly thick bow body that even two ordinary soldiers might not be able to draw together.

Wei Zhao couldn't pull it apart before either.

But after he completed the first level of the Great Dao Floating Pagoda Technique, he was able to pull...

Not easy.

But it is possible.

Wei Zhao took the bow and looked up at the city wall.

The Imperial Guard captain standing nearby was taken aback.

"Your Majesty, this distance..."

Too far.

From the central army to the third section of the east wall, separated by siege formations, moat, and half a battlefield.

Let alone ordinary archers, even the best archers in the army are considered skilled if they can send an arrow to the city wall.

Shoot someone in the head?

Are you crazy?

Wei Zhao ignored him.

He simply nocked the arrow and slowly pulled his arm back.

The joints cracked.

The old wound in his chest was aggravated, and the pain made his eyelids twitch.

Hold.

This bow is no human being able to draw.

Even if it hurts, I have to poop.

With this arrow fired, Pingyang will not have to lose another 10,000 people.

This is a very good deal.

His white robes were stained with blood in the wind, but Wei Zhao's hands remained frighteningly steady.

He stared at the deputy general on the city wall who was still brandishing his sword and roaring, as the sounds of battle gradually faded into the distance.

It's not that I can't hear.

There's no need to listen.

There is only one goal.

That head.

The deputy commander on the city wall was still shouting.

"General Chen is not dead! Everyone, push forward! Reinforcements are on their way—"

The bowstring is released.

hum!

The arrow pierced the air and flew away.

Many people didn't even see the arrow clearly; they only heard a sharp whistling sound sweep across the battlefield.

Sanli.

One arrow travels three miles.

The arrow pierced through the fluttering flags on the city wall, grazed the ear of a Qinggu soldier, and pierced directly into the brow of the deputy general.

The lieutenant's shouts ceased.

His body was still standing, the knife in his hand still raised in mid-air, but a burst of blood exploded from the back of his head.

The next moment, the person fell straight down.

All the Qinggu soldiers on the city wall saw it.

They also saw the white-robed emperor slowly lowering his bow under the central military flag outside the city.

No one shouted that General Chen was not dead anymore.

No one is calling for reinforcements to arrive within seven days anymore.

Chen Sen is dead.

The deputy general also died.

Two heads that could have weighed down Pingyang were chopped off by Liu Jingshuang on the city wall, and shot through by Wei Zhao from three miles away.

The Qinggu Army's courage was shattered.

The east gate was opened first.

It wasn't forced open; the guards inside opened it themselves.

A captain knelt in the doorway, holding his sword above his head, shouting himself hoarse.

"Surrender! We surrender!"

"Don't kill! New Martial Army, don't kill!"

The Wei family army poured into the city gate, but did not indiscriminately kill.

Liu Jingshuang stood on the city wall, pressing her long sword down.

Those who lay down their weapons will not be killed.

As the sound reached them, the Qinggu Army soldiers within the city knelt down in droves.

Half a day.

From the sounding of the siege drums to the changing of the flag in Pingyang City, only half a day had passed.