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Li Guangling, the King of Mercy, had been standing at the front line of the North Yamen. Looking at the endless sea of people below the city walls, he was terrified. However, he didn't dare to show the slightest bit of fear on his face as he firmly commanded his subordinates to fight.

The situation was abnormally dangerous and life and death situation was at stake. The soldiers on top of the city wall didn't dare to slack off in the slightest. They mustered up their courage and clenched their teeth to attack. He poured down those giant boulders and trees towards the soldiers that were climbing up the ladder. All he could hear was a heart-wrenching scream. Those soldiers were either dead or injured, and those that were hit didn't even have time to run before they fell from the sky, not a single speck of dust remained. The city was already surrounded by soldiers. They were like ants coming in from all over the place.

Some of the brave soldiers were stabbed down by their long spears and daggers the moment they reached the city walls. Some of the brave soldiers were stabbed down by their long spears and daggers the moment they reached the city walls.

At this moment, some of the soldiers realized that the situation was not good and immediately rushed forward to fight. Using their flesh and blood bodies to block the fierce attacks, they tenaciously carried the enemy and flew off to the edge of the city wall, perishing together with their enemies. The soldiers who were climbing on the ladders heard the miserable shriek coming from beside them. They saw two figures fall down from the top of their heads, flying in the air before falling heavily onto the ground.

Such scenes had become a common occurrence in the past two months. The soldiers continued to climb the ladders in an orderly manner, as if they had turned a deaf ear to all the usual scenes. He rushed up, rushed up, seized the city wall, and seized Yangzhou. By virtue of his extraordinary courage and determination, he continued to fight.

The soldiers of the Flowing Wind Pavilion varied in number, and there were all kinds of moves. Some of them forcefully pushed the ladder out with their long poles, only to see the soldiers on the ladder fall from the sky, crying like a swarm of grasshoppers, not knowing if they were alive or dead. Some city guards poured boiling oil over the city walls and poured it over the enemy soldiers, causing them to howl miserably. Another huge fire was thrown above their heads, causing the entire city to smell like wind and fire.

All of these horrible scenes were just the tip of the iceberg in the battlefield. The ten miles of city wall didn't stop beaconing the flames. Smoke rose up from all directions, and the sounds of slaughter echoed to the heavens. The sky above Yangzhou City was illuminated red. It was the battle song of blood and fire, and the earth was as dark and terrifying as hell on earth. It was also as if there was an earth-shaking giant beast constantly harvesting and devouring the lives of the enemy and their soldiers, never ending.

This continued for a long time, causing great casualties in Yangzhou City. The number of soldiers decreased rapidly.

The situation had already reached its climax. Yang Qianqing, who was one of the imperial guards, was extremely anxious. He suppressed the fear in his heart and asked, "Is Master Da Ming Tang crazy?" "If this goes on, who knows how many more of them will die?"

Li Guangling frowned. His handsome face was covered with a lot of bloodstains. His hair was disheveled, and he no longer had the handsome, elegant, and elegant posture he once had. In the moment of life and death on the battlefield, how could he care about appearances? However, the sharpness in his eyes did not waver in the slightest as he shouted, "Shut up, clear this!" Do not waver in times of emergency. I'm thinking about a question. How many days is it now? "

"It's sixty-five days. I can't remember wrong. "From the day of the siege, my lord!" Yang Qianqing pondered for a moment and then replied. He had always been a brave and ruthless person. He was a person that loved to fight to the bitter end. Therefore, a skilled martial artist would never lower his head to admit defeat. Even at this point, there was no need to think about it any further. This unyielding character was also what Li Guangling admired the most about him. They specially brought him to be the personal guard officer of their own imperial guards. Wherever the battle went, their figures would charge forward and fight on the front lines.

He looked down at the densely packed enemy forces below the city walls, his eyes filled with intangible grief and determination. He said in a deep voice, "Not this, I'm saying that after the top soldiers had rested for two days, they should start attacking the city once again. It had been three days and three nights in a row. This had never been the case before. This situation was simply too abnormal. If I'm not wrong, the other side must have received some news. We have to capture Yangzhou as soon as possible. It is very likely that our reinforcements will arrive soon. The ones who will return will be our allied army with the Jiangnan Pingyi Faction. That was why Wu Ke was willing to risk everything in such a crazy manner. "Who will be the leader of this time's Yi Yuan School?"

"Then it's no wonder? I just want them to move as fast as possible. At this rate, we may not be able to hold on until they arrive. " Yang Qianqing exhaled a breath of fresh air and shouted at the soldiers to pay attention to the emergency situation below the city walls. The enemy's head was exposed; if they don't get rid of him, then there's still a new year left. You bunch of useless fools, hurry up!

Li Guangling looked at them with a gratified expression on his face. They were the core of Yangzhou's defensive force. If it weren't for them, Yangzhou would have long since fallen into enemy hands. On the other hand, Jinling and the other big shots were still singing and dancing in ecstasy. It was unknown when they would get drunk day and night. He suppressed the heaviness in his heart and asked, "How many men do we have left?"

Yang Qianqing was startled by his words. He turned around and silently looked at him, then extended three fingers in front of his face. He then ignored him and walked to the edge of the city wall, attacking the enemy soldiers who had suddenly rushed up. He then knocked them down onto the ground, threw them out of the city wall, and threw them into the air.

"Thirty thousand left!" The Sword of Mercy Li Guanling's thoughts were extremely complicated. He looked at the rushing army and the enemy's loud battle cries, and felt like he was about to lose all hope. He could not imagine how far Yangzhou City would fall once it was captured. Was this their fate? Was he unable to escape the fate of being massacred and perished while struggling in this chaotic world? No! My life is not up to me, I absolutely cannot tolerate this kind of situation happening. Come on, Wu Ke, let's have a fight to the death!

He instantly drew his Merciless Sword and arrogantly shouted towards the sky, "Our reinforcements are almost here! We only need to hold on for two more days and we will be able to survive! They will fail and we will be able to defend Yangzhou. KILL, KILL, KILL! Kill Wu Ke!

It was night. The people of the East Gate were relatively calmer, and there was nothing to worry about. At the moment, standing guard here was Dongfang Yin. The situation was worrying and he didn't dare to be careless for a moment. He ordered the soldiers to be on alert while he slept in the pavilion beside the city wall.

Faced with the constant attacks and defense throughout the day and night, the soldiers on both sides had to bear heavy pressure and pain. Standing on the city walls every day was extremely painful, filled with endless despair. On days like these, people were becoming more and more irritable, crazy, and nervous.

At this moment, they didn't notice that an army hidden in the darkness was slowly approaching the city wall, getting closer and closer to it. They began making ladders and locking hooks on the spot, quietly leaning against the walls and swarming forward.