Before The Fort Falls

The tables had been turned.

Dongxuan's morale was escalating to its peak. Adrenaline surged through both generals and soldiers as they charged forward, howling madly. As for Yutang, they could only watch this with gritted teeth, their eyes rimmed red.

They could only watch as their enemy completed their goals stage by stage, eventually falling upon their prided fort. It crushed all the Yutang soldiers, the desperation a bitter pill to swallow. It was worse than having a blunt knife slice into their flesh, slash after slash!

Qiu Jianhan, who already knew that they would lose the Fortress of Resilience, had not entirely submitted to fate; he had withdrawn all the injured militants and people who were in the fort.

The injured militants' wails were thunderous before they left. A lot of them were sobbing and begging their comrades to let them stay.

"I don't have an arm, but give me a saber, I can still kill an enemy and die with him!"

"Let me stay!"