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The sky was filled with dazzling arrows that rained down. Huge wooden rocks flew across the sky, smashing the soldiers who were desperately climbing the ladders into the city. They howled as they fell from the sky from time to time. The famous army of soldiers charged into the fray one after another, like moths to a flame, looking extremely fierce, with heavy casualties. And this was only one corner of the battlefield. The distant drums never stopped drumming.

War God Wu Ke gazed at the desperate city with a stern expression and firm determination. He ordered the supervising team to stand guard, urging the frightened soldiers to hold the weapons in their hands tightly and keep charging forward to kill the enemy.

War honed one's will. He had long been tempered into steel, and he could only ignore those warriors who were destined to be reduced to cannon fodder. As a commander, he was unstoppable. He was as unmoving as a mountain, and his achievements were as good as dried up bones. Even if his loved ones were on the battlefield, he could only treat them normally, even if he could only watch them die.

Even if the strong were to live in troubled times, they would be nothing but ants. And who was not afraid of death, whose life was not life. He could no longer remember how many personal guards he had sent away. Once he reached the battlefield, he would be forced to attack the city and face death without a care in the world.

At this point in the war, it was either you or me who lived. For Li Guangling, the guardian of the city, the day when the city was destroyed was the day when the citizens of Yangzhou died. And it was the same with the siege wargod Wu Ke's usage. He absolutely could not fail. This kind of opportunity was hard to come by. If one lost, there would be nothing left, and all the blood and sweat of generations of people would be gone. I'm afraid that within ten years, I will no longer have the strength to dominate the Central Plains. Therefore, Yangzhou could not afford to lose. He didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if he failed.

It had been three days and three nights since Ming Jin had adjusted his strategy and started attacking the city again. He personally oversaw the battle behind Yangzhou to show his determination to never break the oath, and those who disobeyed would not be spared.

According to the latest emergency intelligence, the alliance between Jiangnan Pingyi Sect and Jinling Fortune Pavilion would arrive in Yangzhou in at most ten days. Therefore, he was now betting on a chance, a chance that was one in a million.

Yangzhou City only had fifty thousand soldiers and horses, so the old and the weak and the disabled were nothing to worry about. And they had a total of one hundred and eighty thousand soldiers. Of course, after two months of war, their losses were extremely heavy, and they still had a hundred and thirty thousand soldiers. For the same reason, Yang Prefecture had a conservative estimate of thirty thousand men and horses. Moreover, he discovered an interesting phenomenon. The frequency at which the Sword of Mercy appeared became more and more frequent. From the looks of it, Yangzhou's military strength had already been exhausted.

As long as he increased his siege forces, the enemy would be on the verge of collapse. In fact, his prediction had not gone wrong at all. The situation in Yangzhou was already on the verge of danger, and it was as if a storm was brewing.

At this moment, the moon was bright and the stars were thin. The gentle moonlight shined on the enemies who were fighting like devils and demons. Corpses covered the land as blood flowed like rivers, making it seem like hell on earth. An eerie night owl flew across the sky from time to time.

Military Advisor Liu Boyong's heart was burning with anxiety as he anxiously stared at the chaotic battlefield. He could only watch helplessly as his numerous soldiers fled for their lives. However, that lone city was like a cliff that was clearly in front of his eyes, yet he was still unable to climb it. When would such a day come to an end?

"Marshal Wu, General Lin was just killed by Yuwen Yi Chun!" At this time, a representative of famous hall rushed over to report.

"Lin Lang will be the bravest general in the world, bowing with all his might and dying in the right place!" When the soldiers heard the order, they knew that Yangzhou City was about to be finished. They had to kill Li Guangling, to avenge General Lin! "Take Yangzhou down for me, kill, kill, kill!" War God Wu Ke instantly drew his sword from his waist and waved it towards the sky. He raised his head arrogantly looking at the many soldiers around him and shouted loudly.

"KILL KILL KILL!" "Kill the Sword of Mercy and capture Yangzhou!" These deafening roars broke through the heavens, shaking the heavens.

Wu Ke saw the morale of their side greatly improved, the military heart can be very gratified. Looking at the silhouette that was charging and killing like a tsunami, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He then ordered, "Han Liangcai, bring your men to attack the East Gate. Tonight, success or failure depended on it. Li Guangling had already ran out of bullets and food, and his death was imminent. If you attack the East Gate, you will be the first official of Yangzhou. Don't let me down! "Go on!"

"Yes, Marshal Wu!" I will definitely deliver Yangzhou to you personally, just wait and see! " One of the deputy Generals, Han Liangcai, walked out of the crowd with his head held high and his chest puffed up, confidently accepting the order.

"Master, haven't we never attacked the East Gate in the past few days? Why is it so sudden? " Liu Boyan looked at Wu Ke in doubt and raised a small question.

Wu Ke's face was as calm as water, and his hair was as black as ink. It was difficult to conceal the sharp, blade-like glint in his eyes. His face was as cold as a knife. It was no longer important for people like him to die. Taking Yangzhou would already make history. Such an opportunity was destined to be written by him. He said coldly, "When you are caught off guard, you will be able to win. It is because I have delayed making a move on the East Gate for the past few days that the military forces of Yangzhou have been exhausted and are now scattered all over the other city gates. If we suddenly attack, the Sword of Mercy will not be able to be deployed to defend at all. We can only watch as our army breaks through the city. Tonight was the day Yang Zhou city was going to fall. Everyone, listen up! Never give the other party any chance to seize Yangzhou! "Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Wu Ke gave the order, and the soldiers of the Hubai Army began to move upon hearing it. They began to move like a surging tide, shouting out orders as they charged towards the northern martial gate in front of the army. And at this moment, Li Guangling, the Sword of Mercy, was stationed on the city walls of the North Yan Gate. He was suffering waves after waves of attacks from the famous army.

This place faced the famous northern army, resisting the most brutal and fiercest attacks day and night. The soldiers of the Flowing Wind Pavilion had fallen in waves after waves, causing the sky to darken. Their swords and sabers were drawn and their bodies were soaked in the bloody water. Due to the constant stream of attacks, corpses were strewn all over the city walls without any place to land. Because he didn't have time to clean up the battlefield, who knew if he would be the next to fall.

At this time, a few brave kids and youths would rush up from Yangzhou to help clean up the battlefield. They would be intimidated by this tragic and magnificent battlefield. They would change their minds, enter the battlefield, and die honorably. It was like a dream.

Li Guangling watched helplessly at the scene of a child dying miserably for no reason. He knew that when the city was in ruins, these people might end up in an even more miserable state. Maybe there was still a chance of survival by defending Yangzhou City. If not, why would those commoners not give up? After the destruction of the city, it was the right and tradition of the besiegers to roam about, raping and raping for three days, and this had always been the right and tradition of the besiegers. In this chaotic world, everyone was in danger, who could be spared?

Li Guangling was like a fireman. Wherever there was danger, his figure would be seen. He eliminated wave after wave of terrifying and cruel enemies. If it was not necessary, he could only conserve his strength and physical strength. With sharp blades in hand, he slaughtered the enemies one by one, silently grieving and hoping for the arrival of the decisive battle.

Since Wu Ke had issued a death order to capture Yangzhou, attacking it day and night, their fate was about to come to an end. Either you die, or I live. Wu Ke used it. As long as I, Li Guangling, am still alive, I will never let you have the chance to succeed.