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As Ximen was in the midst of his killing spree...

From the south gate of the capital, shouts of battle had already shaken half the night sky.

Upon learning of the failure of the night raid at Ximen, Huyan Ba, the Great Chanyu of the Northern Barbarians, immediately realized that all his feints and schemes had been seen through by the young prince of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The shaman guards he sent out not only failed to become a sharp blade, but instead plunged headlong into the pocket that the other side had already prepared.

The humiliation and frustration fueled Hu Yanba's rage to its peak.

Enraged, he issued a reckless order.

He dispatched all the troops at his disposal to launch a fierce attack on the south gate, regardless of casualties.

Since all the schemes have failed, let's use the most primal force, human lives, to simply pile up and break down that city wall!

A tidal wave of barbarian soldiers, carrying makeshift ladders and howling like wild beasts, charged toward the south gate's defenses.

Arrows rained down from the city walls, and barbarian soldiers fell to the ground every moment, struck by arrows.

Stones and logs were pushed down from the city wall, and each time they fell, they cleared a bloody, mangled clearing in the dense swarm of ants.

But as the barbarian soldiers in front fell, the barbarian soldiers behind them stepped over the corpses of their comrades and continued to climb upwards without stopping.

They've gone berserk.

Because of Su Zhe's strategy, the main force of the capital was intentionally transferred to the North and West Gates, and the garrison responsible for guarding the South Gate did not have any numerical advantage.

Every Daqian soldier on the city wall was gritting their teeth and fighting desperately.

A burly barbarian general led the charge, holding a heavy wooden shield in one hand to shield himself from the rain of arrows falling from the city wall, while his other hand gripped the crossbar of the siege ladder and he was rapidly climbing upwards.

His leather armor was riddled with arrows, but he seemed oblivious to them.

He let out a roar, exerted his strength again, and was about to climb onto the city wall.

His appearance greatly shocked the surrounding barbarian soldiers and caused some panic among the defenders on the city wall.

On the city wall, Zhang Hu, who was temporarily in command, had bloodshot eyes and was completely disregarding his own safety.

He saw the barbarian general about to climb the city wall, and without saying a word, he personally picked up a bubbling iron pot next to him and rushed to the wall.

The pot contained boiling oil.

"Get down there, you son of a bitch!"

Zhang Hu roared and, with all his might, poured a full pot of boiling oil over the barbarian general's head.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, erupted from the barbarian general's mouth.

The scalding oil soaked through his leather armor, sizzling as it burned his skin and flesh.

He turned into a struggling fireball, unable to hold onto the ladder any longer, and fell straight down from mid-air.

His falling body knocked down several barbarian soldiers who were climbing below, causing a small commotion.

Zhang Hu's bravery inspired the surrounding garrison.

"General, you are mighty!"

"Kill all these sons of bitches!"

The defenders were energized and drove back another wave of enemy troops.

But such incentives are ultimately short-lived.

The number of barbarian soldiers was simply too great.

They were tireless and fearless of death, wave after wave, using their own lives to exhaust the defenders' strength and the city's defensive equipment.

Finally, at one point on the city wall, under the continuous pounding of several battering rams, that section of the wall, which had been ravaged by war, could no longer hold on.

With a loud crash, the wall collapsed, revealing a gap several meters wide.

Bricks and dust flew everywhere.

Upon seeing this, the barbarian soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into a thunderous cheer.

They seemed to have found the outlet of the flood, and swarmed into the breach.

"A breach! The city wall has fallen!"

"Charge in! The first one to charge in will be rewarded with a hundred head of cattle and sheep, and ten beautiful women!"

"Kill them!"

At this moment, the defenses at the south gate were in grave danger.

Once a large number of barbarian soldiers are allowed to pour in through the breach, they can gain a foothold on the city walls and dismantle the entire south gate's defenses from within.

At that point, the capital will truly be in danger.

At this critical juncture.

A series of rapid and orderly footsteps came from the city streets, approaching quickly.

The footsteps were heavy and thunderous, dense and rhythmic, shaking the very core of one's being.

In the torchlight, an army in silver armor appeared behind the breach.

Leading the group was none other than Chen Baipao, who had just finished the battle at Ximen!

He led a thousand Snow Dragon Riders and arrived just in time at the most critical moment!

"Patch the breach!"

Chen Baipao didn't waste any words; he issued a short but powerful command.

The Great Snow Dragon Knights behind them dismounted with lightning speed.

Without the slightest hesitation, they used their own flesh and blood to form a solid human wall at the breach.

With shield bearers in front and spearmen behind, the formation was set up in the blink of an eye.

They stood firmly in front of the surging torrent.

A barbarian centurion, wielding a massive axe, relied on his innate superhuman strength to try and cleave through the seemingly flimsy shield defenses of the Snow Dragon Riders with a single blow.

He roared, his arm muscles bulging, and the great axe came crashing down with a whooshing sound.

However, a silver flash was faster than his axe.

Chen Baipao flashed and was already in front of him.

The spear in his hand transformed into a streak of light, striking from behind and piercing the throat of the centurion.

The centurion's movements came to a halt.

His eyes widened, and the axe slipped limply from his hand.

He died without ever seeing how the spear was thrust out.

Chen Baipao kicked his corpse aside.

He swung his spear horizontally, the power contained in the shaft forcing back several barbarian soldiers who rushed forward.

He stood alone in the very center of the gap, with only a gun, like a pillar of strength.

With Chen Baipao as their leader, the combat power of the Great Snow Dragon Riders was brought to its fullest potential.

They worked in groups of three, with one person carrying a shield and focusing on defense.

The other two attacked by alternating between using a Northern Liang sword and a spear through the gaps in the shields.

Their teamwork was so seamless, it was ingrained in their very being.

A shield to block enemy attacks.

The spear is used for thrusting attacks at medium to long range.

The Northern Liang Blade, on the other hand, reaped the enemies who tried to get close.

At this small gap, they formed an insurmountable line of defense against death.

The barbarian soldiers who poured in, no matter how many there were or how fearless they were, were all mercilessly crushed before this steel defense line.

Blood stained the collapsed bricks and stones.

The bodies piled up higher and higher at the breach.

The barbarian soldiers at the forefront were killed.

The barbarian soldiers behind them continued their charge, stepping over their corpses, and were then killed as well.

Gradually, the corpses at the breach piled up to almost form a barrier of flesh and blood.

The barbarian soldiers behind, seeing the hellish scene ahead and witnessing the efficient and cold-blooded killing of the silver-armored soldiers, involuntarily slowed their charge.

They were scared.

These warriors, who roamed the grasslands and considered killing a daily occurrence, felt fear from the bottom of their hearts for the first time.

They had never seen such a tenacious and efficient killing army.

That's not a battle, that's a harvest.

Chen Baipao was covered in blood.

The enemy's blood splattered all over his silver armor, making him look like a god of death who had emerged from hell.

He was firmly nailed to the center of the gap.

As long as he doesn't fall, this defensive line of a thousand men will not collapse.

Under his leadership, the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, with only a thousand men, withstood wave after wave of attacks from tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers.

They bought precious breathing time for other troops to be mobilized within the city.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Chen Baipao's gaze inadvertently swept across the city.

He saw a burst of light suddenly appear in the west of the city.

The firelight was so blinding that it turned half the night sky into an ominous orange-red.

Following that, smaller fires also broke out in several other directions in the city.

Chen Baipao's heart sank.

He knew that the rats in the city, after lying dormant for so long, had finally lost their patience and started to make their move.