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The city gates were wide open.

Chu Yun rode his horse into the city.

Wang Hu led a group of generals to quickly meet them.

"Your Highness is truly awe-inspiring! One man, one spear, slaying three barbarian generals, your might shakes both armies! This humble general is utterly impressed!"

Ma Dong followed closely behind, his voice loud and clear.

"Your Highness's strength is unfathomable, making him worthy of being called the number one expert in the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"My humble skills are so insignificant that I'm afraid I wouldn't even last a single move against Your Highness!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hu nodded emphatically, expressing his complete agreement.

He served in the army for decades, fighting his way up from an ordinary soldier to the position of deputy commander of the Imperial Guard.

Having fought his way through countless battles, he believed his martial arts skills were among the best in the Daqian army, and that ordinary generals were no match for him.

But in front of Chu Yun, they were utterly insignificant.

The gap is as vast as clouds and mud, insurmountable.

Aside from innate superhuman strength and extraordinary talent, he couldn't think of any other reason to explain Chu Yun's terrifying strength.

This sixth prince is truly a man of unfathomable talent, and his abilities are absolutely extraordinary.

The surrounding soldiers cheered and shouted, their voices echoing throughout the city walls.

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"Your Highness is invincible!"

The crowd's eyes burned with adoration.

Chu Yun nodded slightly and strode up the city wall.

As soon as he steadied himself, a personal guard hurried over with a warmed wine pot and cups, bowing as he presented them: "Your Highness, the wine is just warmed up."

Chu Yun reached out and took the wine pot. Without using a wine cup, he tilted his head back and gulped down the wine.

"Cool!"

........

The barbarian army's main tent.

The candlelight inside the tent flickered, illuminating Yelü Aguda's ashen face.

He sat in the main seat, his fists clenched tightly, a burning anger rising in his chest.

This morning, a carefully planned challenge was launched from below the city walls.

The original intention was to use insults and provocations to suppress the morale of the Qian army and regain the morale lost yesterday.

He's very good at using his abacus.

As a result, instead of humiliating Qian Jun, they were defeated by a single enemy soldier who left the city.

Single-handedly, on horseback, he slew three vanguard generals.

The three from Balin were among the best fighters in the vanguard of the barbarian army.

Having fought in the northern frontier for many years, they were fearless and skilled in both swordsmanship and spear fighting.

But in that boy's hands, they were like clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

Instant kill, crushing defeat, utterly powerless to fight back.

In this battle, the barbarian army suffered a complete loss of face.

The more Yelü Aguda thought about it, the stronger the resentment in his heart became.

Just then, the curtain was gently lifted.

A bodyguard strode in, knelt on one knee, and looked solemn.

"General, we've found out."

"The young man who went out of the city today and killed three of my generals was no ordinary warrior."

"It is none other than Chu Yun, the sixth prince of the Great Qian Dynasty."

Yelü Aguda froze, then suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Is the information accurate? Are there any errors?

The guards bowed their heads, their tone resolute.

"Reporting to the Commander, the news is absolutely true."

"Multiple scouts have verified this, and we have personally witnessed the soldiers on the city wall chanting His Highness's name in unison. There is absolutely no mistake about it."

Yelü Aguda gritted his teeth, his tone chilling.

"Emperor Qian did indeed have a fine son."

"If this child is not eliminated, he will surely become a major threat to our Northern Barbarians in the future."

"Given time, he will surely become our clan's greatest enemy."

He sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm and ruthlessness.

"Emperor Qian is probably senile."

"Why leave such a peerless and fierce prince in the capital to be trained, instead of sending him to guard the northern frontier?"

"Since he has delivered himself to my doorstep, then I, the commander, will take his life as I see fit."

After a brief moment of apprehension, Yelü Aguda quickly calmed down.

Individual bravery has its limits.

His expression grew increasingly sinister as he muttered to himself.

"Chu Yun, oh Chu Yun."

"So what if you're invincible in single combat?"

"Can you withstand an army of thousands?"

"Can you hold off a city wall that stretches for miles by yourself?"

"The day will come when my barbarian army clears away all the traps and breaks through the city with all its might."

"I will capture you alive with my own hands."

"Strip them of their clothes, chain them up, and parade them through the streets."

"Finally, I will cut off your head and hang it on the city tower to intimidate the entire Great Qian territory."

Yelü Aguda issued the military order in a deep voice.

"Pass on my orders."

"Today, everyone is working around the clock to expedite the task."

"At all costs, we must clear out a wide and complete safe offensive zone."

"At daybreak tomorrow, the entire army will prepare and launch a full-scale attack on the city."

"Yes, Commander!"

The military order was quickly relayed from the main tent and spread throughout the entire barbarian army camp.

.......

The next day.

As dawn broke, the bugles of the barbarian army camp sounded in unison, their roar echoing across the vast wilderness.

There was no probing, no challenge.

Yelü Aguda immediately ordered a full-scale siege of the city.

The main force of the barbarian army poured out, and the dark mass of people surged towards the city wall of Jing'an like a tide.

Ladders and battering rams were all deployed, and the sounds of battle cries, war drums, and clashing weapons instantly shattered the tranquility of the early morning.

"Loose the arrows! Prepare the logs and stones!"

On the city wall, Wang Hu roared orders, and the defending soldiers performed their duties, drawing their bows and nocking arrows, carrying weapons, and standing ready for battle.

Arrows rained down from the city walls.

The barbarian soldiers in the front ranks fell to the ground, and those behind them stepped over the corpses of their comrades and continued their charge, fearless of death.

The siege ladders were slammed against the city wall, and the barbarian soldiers, shields in hand, climbed up, roaring as they swung their swords at the defenders.

The defenders bent down, wielding their swords to hack and slash, smashing down rolling logs, sending blood and flesh flying and screams echoing everywhere.

No sooner had the first wave of attacks ended than the second wave surged forward.

The barbarian army disregarded casualties, wave after wave, relentlessly clinging to the city walls.

From dawn to noon, and from noon to dusk, the fighting never stopped.

The setting sun dyed the sky red, and the city walls were piled high with the corpses of barbarian soldiers, blood flowing like a river, the stench of blood pungent and foul.

The barbarian army suffered heavy losses, with corpses strewn across the fields.

The defending troops also suffered heavy casualties. Behind the battlements and in the corridors, there were wounded soldiers groaning everywhere. The once orderly defensive line had become broken and incomplete.

The most deadly were the barbarian archers.

They spent most of their time riding and shooting on the grasslands, possessing excellent archery skills, strong physique, and an archery range far exceeding that of the defending troops.

A dense barrage of arrows flew over the city walls and struck the defenders, causing them to fall to the ground, with nowhere to hide.

The casualties of the defending troops soared.

As night fell, the barbarian army temporarily withdrew, but the fierce siege was far from over.

The next two days.

The barbarian army's offensive became increasingly ferocious, with wave after wave of charges that never ceased.

Yelü Aguda employed every means at his disposal, employing a variety of siege tactics.

At night, a suicide squad was sent to launch a sneak attack and quietly climb the city wall;

They even organized people to dig tunnels outside the city, hoping to sneak into the city from underground.

Wang Hu had taken precautions and ordered his men to bury water tanks at the base of the city wall to listen for any sounds coming from the tunnels.

The tunnel was discovered by the garrison as soon as it reached the foot of the city.

Wang Hu immediately ordered that firewood be stuffed into the tunnel entrance and lit to start a fire. Thick smoke poured wildly into the tunnel.

The barbarian soldiers inside the tunnel were choked by the thick smoke and coughed incessantly, so they had no choice but to retreat in panic, and the tunnel plan completely failed.

They attacked the city continuously for three days.

The barbarian army launched a relentless offensive, yet they never managed to set foot on the walls of Jing'an City.

When the battle report reached Yelü Aguda's desk, the numbers on it stung his eyes.

In just three days, the number of casualties among the barbarian army soared to 10,000.

The defending troops also suffered a heavy loss of 3,000 casualties.

Even so, the city walls of Jing'an City stood firm, like an impregnable fortress, stubbornly blocking the barbarian army's offensive.

Inside the central command tent, Yelü Aguda looked at the battle report, trembling with rage, his face ashen. He swept all the teacups on the table to the ground, shards flying everywhere.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

"Having lost ten thousand troops, unable to conquer a single isolated city, not even able to set foot on its walls, what use are you to me!"

He roared and howled, his heart filled with frustration and rage.

After three days of fierce fighting and heavy losses, he made no progress whatsoever. This was an unprecedented achievement in his military career.

The generals under his command were silent as cicadas in winter, and none dared to speak.