Outside Xi'an City, the cannon fire roared.
Billows of flame spewed from the muzzles, followed by thick plumes of blue smoke rising to the sky.
Prince Yi, Yu Jianshen, stood on the city wall with hands clasped behind his back, his eyes profoundly somber as he gazed into the distance at the battlefield ahead.
At this moment, nearly half of the entire western wall of Xi'an had collapsed, and the areas before and behind it were nothing but ruins and broken walls.
Prince Yi's army had been steadfastly defending Xi'an for close to four years, having been dangerously close to being overrun by the Jin Army right beneath the city walls.
Fortunately, with the aid of Buddhism, they had gradually reclaimed lost ground. At their zenith, they expanded their territory in all directions for three hundred miles, and Yu Jianshen had even organized the old and the weak in the city to grow crops both inside and outside the city walls.
