'All it is is a war of attrition, who's afraid of who?'
Zhou Ping'an led his horse forward, and the army charged ahead.
In front of the city, fifty thousand troops could no longer hold back this time.
It only lasted the duration of an incense stick before it collapsed.
Zhou Ping'an didn't send troops to chase and mop up; instead, riding the wave of victory and facing the barrage of arrows from the city walls, he rode side by side with another horseman. In his hand, the tri-edged double-sided sword stirred a sky-high wave and thunderously slashed upon the city gate.
Bang!
Amid the loud noise,
the city gate shattered, and the bricks, stones, and soldiers behind it were blasted away.
Half of the watchtower collapsed.
A large gap appeared in the front.
Lin Huaiyu took the lead, and two thousand cavalry charged into it like darting fish.
The city was breached.
It was that simple.