On the other side of the battlefield, Aqiang activated his "massacre mode," charging left and right with an unstoppable force. His movements were lethal, and Zhang Tie joined the fray, swinging his long sword with deadly precision and cutting down seven or eight enemy soldiers in quick succession.
The soldiers of the Guards Battalion felt a surge of inspiration from their commanding generals, their morale soaring as they fought with renewed vigor. Bloodlust took hold as they pressed forward, slashing indiscriminately. The tide of battle began to turn once more.
Not far away, on a tall building, Li Haotian observed the unfolding chaos with a livid expression. He had anticipated that Zhao An's arrival would easily quash the rebels, but he was taken aback by the ferocity of their fighting spirit. Even Zhao An found himself in danger of being overwhelmed, and the prospect of his army's morale collapsing weighed heavily on his mind.
With a furious slam of his hand against the table, Li Haotian shouted, "I only regret not bringing Murong Ying with me! If she were here, these rebels wouldn't stand a chance! This band of traitors is slaughtering the troops of my kingdom with their superior weapons! I'll have their heads hanging from the city gate for three days and nights to quench my fury!"
Wang Mengyu, equally surprised by the Guards Battalion's combat effectiveness, frowned at the king's outburst. "Your Majesty, there's no need for such anger. Yes, the rebels are formidable, but they are nearing the limits of their strength. We only need to hold the city gate and exhaust their resources through attrition. Victory will be ours in less than half a day."
Li Haotian sighed heavily and turned to his guards. "Did you hear that? Inform Zhao An to hold the city gate firmly!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" they responded promptly.
Meanwhile, Li Mufan understood that the city gate was the key to their success, but the overwhelming number of enemy soldiers in front posed a significant challenge. Gritting his teeth, he bellowed, "Kill! Follow me and break through the city gate!"
With that, he charged directly into the thick of the battle.
"Master!" The officers and soldiers of the Guards Battalion were alarmed by his boldness, but they quickly followed him, knowing that if Li Mufan faltered, the entire operation could collapse.
In the distance, Liu Long heard Li Mufan's rallying cry and realized that his king was charging toward the city gate. Alarmed, he shouted to Cuihua beside him, "Female general! Hold off Zhao An! I'll protect the young master!"
Cuihua, however, paid him no mind, focusing solely on her orders from Li Mufan. Liu Long disregarded her indifference, executing a feint to push Zhao An back before turning to join the fray alongside Li Mufan.
Armored in heavy gear, with a top-grade stainless steel sword in hand and a steel red tassel helmet adorning his head, Li Mufan rode a galloping white horse into battle. He had trained in swordsmanship since childhood and honed his skills in the system space for over ten days. Ordinary soldiers were no match for him.
With a fierce roar, he carved through two enemy soldiers, their blood splattering across his armor. From a distance, he resembled not a king but a young general leading a charge.
The soldiers rallied behind him, inspired by his valor, fighting with reckless abandon.
Moments later, Liu Long surged forward to join the battle, positioning himself alongside Aqiang on the left and Li Mufan in the center, creating a powerful trio that sliced through the enemy front line like arrows piercing flesh. The momentum of the Guards Battalion was undeniable, causing the defenders to falter in fear and retreat.
"Useless! These worthless fools!" Li Haotian bellowed from the high-rise, frustration boiling over. Who could have predicted that a mere two hundred rebels would prove so difficult to defeat?
With blood smeared across his face, Li Mufan spotted the city gate just twenty or thirty steps away. He roared, "Aqiang! Where's your fuel barrel? Bring it up to me!"