The battles to the west and south of the city had also ended, and this time the Northern Yuan failed again to take Xizhou, suffering heavy losses instead. Qige sat in the military tent, listening to his generals report the casualties.
"Prince, this time we have lost over thirty thousand men, and more than ten thousand are severely wounded, many of whom will be disabled even if they recover. Additionally, we have over fifty thousand injured, who will need time to heal," said Yide with great sorrow.
Furious, Qige grabbed something at random and threw it, "Damn it, these cursed Daqi soldiers, what kind of strange device have they come up with that's so powerful? Just from that thing alone, so many have died. Now we can't advance or retreat, what should we do?"
