On the other side, A Qiang, having received Ronald's orders, unleashed a brutal slaughter, darting left and right like an unstoppable force. Zhang Tie had already arrived at the frontlines, his long sword slicing and dicing as he claimed the lives of several enemies in mere moments.
The soldiers of the Imperial Guard, inspired by their four commanding generals, surged with renewed vigor. With bloodshot eyes, they fought fiercely, and the tide of battle began to turn once more.
Meanwhile, from a nearby high tower, Li Haotian glared at the unfolding scene with a grim expression. He had anticipated that Zhao An's arrival would easily handle the rebels, but he never expected their fighting prowess to be so formidable. Even Zhao An found himself in peril, and if this continued, the morale of their troops might crumble.
In frustration, Li Haotian slammed his fist onto the table, exclaiming, "How I regret being so careless and not bringing Murong Ying with me! If he were here, these rebels wouldn't dare to be so bold. With their superior weapons, they dare to massacre our kingdom's army! I will have them all executed and hung at the city gates for three days and nights to express my fury!"
Mia, equally astonished by the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Guard, frowned at Li Haotian's outburst. "Your Majesty, there's no need to be angry. Though the rebels are strong, they have reached the end of their strength. We just need to hold the city gates firmly and wear them down with a war of attrition. Within half a day, we will surely achieve victory."
Li Haotian exhaled heavily and addressed the guards behind him, "Did you hear that? Go tell Zhao An to hold the city gates at all costs!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Mia recognized that the city gates were crucial. Ronald understood this as well, but the number of soldiers at the gates made a breakthrough seem impossible. Glancing at his comrades, he saw their fatigue in the ongoing battle. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Charge! Let's break through the city gates!"
With that, he charged headlong into the fray!
"Your Highness!" The soldiers of the Imperial Guard were taken aback, immediately following him. If anything happened to Ronald, all would be for naught!
In the distance, Liu Long heard Ronald's roar and turned to see his king swinging a blade towards the gates. Alarmed, he quickly said to Cuihua, "General, hold off Zhao An! I'm going to protect the prince!"
Cuihua ignored him, only taking orders from Ronald. Liu Long didn't mind; he feinted with his sword to push Zhao An back and then sprinted toward the frontlines.
Ronald, clad in heavy armor, wielded a high-quality steel broadsword, and donned a steel helmet with a crimson plume, riding a swift white steed—he was armed to the teeth. Having practiced swordsmanship since childhood and honed his skills in the system space for over ten days, ordinary soldiers were no match for him.
With each furious shout, he cleaved and slashed his way through, taking down two enemies in a single sweep. Blood splattered across his armor as he charged forward, not looking like a king but rather a young general storming into battle.
The soldiers around him were inspired by his presence, rallying behind him with fierce determination.
Moments later, Liu Long arrived, with A Qiang on the left, Ronald in the center, and Liu Long on the right—like three sharp arrows piercing the heart of the enemy lines. The Imperial Guard's morale soared as they pressed forward, causing the defending soldiers to falter and retreat.
"Useless! A bunch of useless fools!" Li Haotian roared from the tower, but he could do nothing. Who would have thought that a mere two hundred men would be so difficult to handle?
Wiping the blood from his face while riding, Ronald noticed the city gates were only thirty steps away. He bellowed, "A Qiang, where's your fuel barrel? Bring it to me now!"