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Chapter 456 Only Battle
Bilige, the commander of the Eight Directions City, stared dumbfounded at Dunzhu, who was sitting in his room drinking water. After a long while, he asked, "Why are you here? How did you get here?"

Dunzhu finished the water in the pot in one gulp, looked at Bilige and said, "Bilige, I'm asking you, is Harakh still alive?"

Bilig fell silent, and seeing his expression, Dunzhu's expression also fell.

He came out of Yandu with Halach, never expecting that Halach would be dead now.

Xiao Changche was right after all.

Wutu has rebelled again!

Bilige walked over and sat down opposite Dunzhu, asking, "Dunzhu, did you really go to the Beiting Protectorate as the General said?"

Dondrup did not answer Bilige, but said, "The Tiele and Jebe launched a surprise attack, and Yandu is in danger. His Majesty sent Halakh to recall the Wutu to aid Yandu!"

“I know!” Bilige said, “Then what about Bafang City? You don’t want it anymore? Dunzhu, did you really go to the other side to borrow troops?”

Dunzhu took something out of his pocket and placed it in front of Bilige.

Bilig stared at the contents, his face contorted, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Wu Tu was unwilling to return to Yandu to provide aid, so he killed Halakh?" Dunzhu asked.

“I think the General is right!” Bilige said slowly, “Whether it’s the First Prince or the Second Prince, their fighting is all our own business. Who becomes emperor has nothing to do with us. But the Qin people are different. If they come, our country will perish! Dunzhu, you know, the Qin people killed two of my brothers!”

"You're not even obeying the Emperor's decree? Have you forgotten His Majesty's kindness to you?"

“I will not recognize an emperor who has let wolves into the house!” Bilige said. “Dunzhu, for the sake of our past camaraderie, I will spare your life. You can leave as you came! We need not associate with each other again!”

Dunzhu paused for a moment and then said, "Bilige, the Qin people have arrived. They number at least 50,000 and will launch their attack by tomorrow at the latest. The one commanding this battle is Xiao Changche, the Protector-General of Beiting! I even saw Zhou Zhi in their army; he's a master of the Innate Realm!"

"Bafang City will show them what true impregnability is!" Bilige said coldly. "Dunzhu, even if we fail, we will show them that we, the Great Yuan, also have heroes. For all the citizens of Bafang City, there is only fighting, fighting to the very last moment!"

Dunzhu walked away dejectedly, tears streaming down his face.

Bilig was his good friend, but from this day forward, their friendship came to an end.

Perhaps, their lives have come to an end.

"Impregnable?" Xiao Changzhan stood on the high command platform, looking at the Bafang City bathed in the morning sun in the distance, and smiled at Dunzhu beside him, saying, "Then let me show you how the Beiting Protectorate will defeat this overconfident guy who wants to stop the chariot with his bare hands."

"Protector, I'm volunteering for battle!"

"Yang Quanyi requests to join the battle!"

On the high platform, the two stood up, walked to Xiao Changche, and bowed to ask for battle.

"Alright, you two will go to Xia Zhi's army and each lead a thousand-man squad!" Xiao Changche laughed. "With your assistance, I think after three drumbeats, I will be able to see our men standing on the city wall!" "Please wait and see, Protector!" The two turned and leaped down from the high platform, rushing towards the troops in black armor at the forefront.

Ding Ergou stood with his hand on his sword, and behind him stood hundreds of infantrymen in soft armor.

The men he's with now are not the same group of guards he used to command.

After merging with the main force, the troops were reorganized. The group that Ding Ergou is now leading is the vanguard of the entire army. None of these hundreds of people have a martial arts cultivation level below the fourth rank.

Behind him stood Zhu Zhe. Both were extremely young; Ding Ergou had just turned twenty, while Zhu Zhe was twenty-three. Both possessed the cultivation level of the seventh rank of the Profound Origin Realm, but this time, Ding Ergou had the upper hand in the competition to be the first to ascend.

After a brief exchange with Xia Zhi, Quanxin and Zhang Quanyi went straight to the two teams.

Xia Zhi was the commander of the entire team. She was overjoyed to have two ninth-rank experts, Xin Quan and Zhang Quanyi, come to assist her. This meant that her vanguard and support would be guaranteed by strong martial prowess, which would greatly reduce the losses of her elite troops.

The forces within the city are not weak; Wutu is a ninth-rank expert!

Dressed in red and armor, Xia Zhi looked back at the high platform behind her, where flags were waving. She turned around, waved her hand, and said, "Fire!"

Last night, dozens of catapults, which the craftsmen had been working on all night, roared out and launched stone projectiles weighing dozens of kilograms each. The crossbow bolts, as thick as a child's arm, followed closely behind the stone projectiles with their sharp, soul-stirring cries.

Amid the sound of drums, infantrymen clad in heavy armor and carrying large shields slowly advanced, while behind them were infantrymen pushing siege engines, battering rams, and carrying ladders.

The Beiting Protectorate implemented the Fubing system, which saved a lot of money. This money was then converted into countless powerful weapons during the war. For example, crossbows, which cost tens or hundreds of strings of cash each, were now lined up like free. When firing, they were fired in rounds, one after another. When the last round was finished, the first row was already ready to fire.

Under such a dense barrage of crossbow fire and the support of catapults, the sky above the small city of Bafang was as if a rain of stones was falling and a whirlwind of arrows was blowing.

Let alone ordinary soldiers, even those who have mastered martial arts can only hide.

A rock weighing tens of kilograms fell from the sky; a flesh-and-blood body truly could not withstand it.

Even a master of the seventh rank of Xuan Yuan, Bilige, was exhausted after deflecting several stones with his spear and saving a few soldiers caught in the stone's path. He could only retreat back to the base of the city wall, watching helplessly as more stones rained down and more crossbow bolts shot up the city. The fire arrows brought a raging fire, and the oil that was shot up made the fire burn even more fiercely. Plumes of blue smoke rose from the fire, and when he smelled the slightly fishy and sweet smell in the smoke, Bilige was terrified. He tore off a piece of his clothes, soaked it in a water vat, and tied it to his face.

"The smoke is poisonous!" he shouted.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I staggered a few steps, and when I regained my footing, I saw countless people lying haphazardly on the city wall, each one foaming at the mouth and struggling in agony on the ground.

Fortunately, the wind was quite strong on the city wall at that time, and the poisonous smoke was blown away very quickly by the wind.

"You son of a bitch!" Bilige's eyes were bloodshot, but then he heard a loud bang. When he turned around, he saw a huge siege engine parked on the city wall. An officer from the Beiting Protectorate, holding a long spear, leaped onto the battlement.

"Die!" Bilig roared as he lunged forward.

(End of this chapter)