The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

This was just a small part of the fierce siege battle between the two sides. No one could guarantee that they would escape unscathed from such a brutal confrontation.

Perhaps one moment he was killing the enemy, but the next moment he fell under the enemy's sharp blade. Even a martial artist, on a battlefield of this scale, would be like a blade of grass and could die at any time.

After the first round of attack failed, Duan Tianyang was not discouraged and immediately launched a second round of offensive.

He led a large number of Hongxing Army soldiers and bravely charged to the top of the city, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the rebels in an intense battle.

However, the rebels adopted an extreme tactic and poured kerosene down, instantly turning the top of the city into a sea of ​​fire. Soldiers from both sides were buried there, and no one escaped.

Even though Duan Tianyang was covered in armor, he could not escape the flames and his face was blackened by the smoke.

In the end, he could only use his armored wings to fly down from the city wall.

After a short rest, Duan Tianyang planned the third round of attack.

The number of rebels on the city wall increased instead of decreasing, and the two sides engaged in an even more brutal melee on the city wall.

In this melee, Duan Tianyang could no longer remember how many rebels he had killed.

As time went by, he seemed to be paralyzed by the killing, his mind stagnated, and all that was left was endless swinging the sword, killing enemies, swinging the sword again, killing enemies again... mechanically repeating this bloody action.

Time passed by, and the sound of a bugle from afar suddenly brought Duan Tianyang back to his senses.

He looked carefully and found that night had fallen quietly without him knowing.

The scene before them was horrifying. There were countless corpses on and below the city walls.

Some were shot like hedgehogs by arrows, some were turned into charcoal, and many more had their limbs missing...

The blood dyed the city walls and the top of the city a shocking red, like a thick layer of red paint.

The continuous sound of his own army's horns echoed in his ears, and Duan Tianyang felt unprecedentedly tired. He sighed helplessly and led the surviving Hongxing Army soldiers to slowly withdraw from the city wall.

This brutal siege finally came to a temporary halt with the Hongxing Army's voluntary retreat.

This is undoubtedly a relief for both parties.

The rebels on the city wall did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, nor did they shoot arrows to kill the retreating Hongxing Army. Instead, they seemed to have lost their support and collapsed to the ground with dull expressions and empty eyes.

The siege was extremely brutal, and both the Hongxing Army and the rebels suffered heavy losses.

Duan Tianyang returned to the camp and looked around. He saw that all the generals were covered in blood and many of them were injured.

Although the number of casualties has not yet been counted, he has already made an estimate from the scene on the battlefield.

He said to himself, "The defenses of Saint Luo City are as solid as a rock. It is really easy to defend but difficult to attack."

Zhao Xuan continued softly, "Even if our troops are three times as strong as the enemy's, attacking the city will still cost a huge price, and our army..."

Having said this, he saw that Duan Tianyang looked unhappy, so he wisely stopped talking.

Duan Tianyang changed the subject: "Has Fang Quan arrived at Jinluo Town?"

Yan Bin and Dai Zong came out upon hearing the news, saluted and said, "Brother Tian, ​​General Fang has led his troops into Xiguan and reported back a victory."

Yan Bin then took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Duan Tianyang.

This victory report turned out to be about Fang Quan's victory in wiping out three gangs of bandits in Qifeng Mountain, rather than the containment operation in Jinluo Town that the latter had expected.

He crumpled up the letter and asked, "Where is Fang Quan now?"

Yan Bin replied hastily: "General Fang is approaching Jinluo Town."

Wen Daozun smiled bitterly and said, "As long as Fang Quan's 60,000 troops arrive at Jinluo Town, it will be a huge threat to Deng Guang. The cavalry of Jinluo Town will not dare to attack easily."

Now, his requirements for Fang Quan have been reduced to the minimum. He no longer asks him to assist the Hongxing Army in the battle, but only asks him to contain the enemy and reduce the risk of being ambushed.

That night, a large number of rebels gathered on the top of the city wall, busy distinguishing the remains of the enemy and our own soldiers, carefully carrying away the bodies of their own soldiers, while the bodies of the Hongxing Army were all thrown outside the city.

At the same time, hundreds of Hongxing Army soldiers returned to the battlefield. Their purpose was not to attack the city, but to collect the remains of their comrades.

The battlefield, which was filled with smoke and blood during the day, became unusually quiet when night fell.

The soldiers of both sides, one on the top of the city wall and the other at the foot of the city wall, were extremely quiet even though they were right in front of them. They were all silently engaged in the task of carrying the bodies.

The climate in Xiguan is dry and hot, and corpses exposed outside are prone to corruption, becoming a breeding ground for plague.

Because of this, the rebel garrison acquiesced to the Hongxing Army's act of coming to collect the bodies.

The bodies of the fallen were transported back to the Hongxing Army camp one truck after another.

It was not until late at night that both sides completed the collection of the bodies. Flames shot up into the sky in the Saint Luo City and Hongxing military camps, as they were burning the bodies of their comrades.

According to statistics, the Hongxing Army suffered heavy losses in this battle, with more than 5,000 people killed, more than 2,000 seriously injured, and countless slightly injured, almost destroying an entire corps.

Although the rebels also suffered casualties, as the defending side, their losses were significantly less than those of the Hongxing Army, with approximately 2,000 killed and less than 1,000 seriously injured.

On the other hand, the imperial army, led by Yi Shuirou, participated in the siege but did not go all out. They mostly adopted long-range attacks and small-scale harassment tactics, so the casualties were limited.

The defenders of East City suffered even less losses. It was not because Yi Shuirou was unwilling to lend a helping hand to Duan Tianyang, but because the generals of the imperial army were all opposed to a full-scale siege on the city.

They believed that the purpose of this trip was to fight against the Jin Kingdom, not to quell the rebellion in Xiguan. If too many troops were consumed here, it would be very disadvantageous for subsequent wars.

From a personal perspective, Yi Shuirou longed to lend a helping hand to Duan Tianyang, but she also knew that the generals of the imperial army had their reasons for opposing her.

As night fell, she quietly left the imperial army's camp and headed for the Hongxing army's camp.

When they arrived, they saw the Hongxing Army was busy with a cremation ceremony in the camp. Duan Tianyang and a group of generals were present. They were surrounded by densely packed soldiers and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Despite the large number of people, there was an unusual silence all around, with everyone immersed in deep sorrow.

The comrades who fought side by side, ate and slept together yesterday have now turned into ashes. This made everyone present feel heartbroken and tears flashed in their eyes.

Witnessing this scene, Yi Shuirou's heart couldn't help but feel heavy.

She slowly approached Duan Tianyang and looked at the burning fires. She sighed softly, opened her lips slightly, but swallowed the words back.

Duan Tianyang stared at the fire and whispered, "Today, five thousand brave brothers remain on the battlefield forever."

Yi Shuirou turned her head to look at Duan Tianyang and caught a glimpse of pain that flashed across his eyes.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that whether it was fighting against the Jin Kingdom or quelling civil unrest, it was all for the stability and glory of the country. How could she distinguish between public and private?

I was hesitant and failed to fully support Hong Xingjun because I cared too much about other people's opinions. In fact, my vision was too narrow.

It was the duty of the imperial army to suppress the rebellion, but now the Hongxing Army has become the main force and the imperial army has stayed out of it.

Thinking of this, Yi Shuirou couldn't help feeling ashamed, her heart filled with self-blame and reflection.