Suddenly, the siege began with a thunderous roar...
A mighty army of six hundred thousand began to furiously assault the city walls.
Atop the city walls, the mighty warriors of Xia Country formed groups, continuously unleashing True Qi and arrows to reap lives; a series of pitiful screams rang out as Yunzhou City Guards were struck down from the walls, smashing into the ground like mangled meat.
In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour had passed, and the faces of all the generals had turned extremely grim, seeing not even a sliver of opportunity.
Fan Zhong, unable to contain himself, clutched his pale hand, trembling incessantly, suddenly yelled at Sikong Jing, "What rubbish strategy did you speak of? If this battle ends with us being completely slaughtered, you alone will answer for it."
The losses were too great, and at this rate, not even six hundred thousand men would suffice for the slaughter.
