"Thud, thud." Suddenly, the situation began to change again.
The soldiers who were climbing upwards were falling down in rows, screams of agony rising in waves.
The number of injured soldiers was increasing again—this time, everyone who climbed the ladder fell.
"What's going on?" Billy was furious.
"Reporting to the National Master, the walls of North City have been covered with medicinal powder. Anyone who inhales it loses all their strength," a frantic soldier hurriedly reported.
"Chu Suifeng." Bayal looked angrily at the man on the distant city wall, wishing he could personally end Chu Suifeng's life.
When Lin Ziyin saw the medicinal monks and her black-armored protectors hurriedly filling bamboo tubes with medicinal powder, her eyes widened in surprise. My God, there was already "biochemical" warfare in ancient times.
"Are these herbs poison?" She asked curiously.
In modern times, biochemical warfare was despised by all countries and not recognized internationally.