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

Zhou Baiyuan, as the largest rebel leader in Xiguan, committed numerous crimes.

Apart from the heinous crime of treason, his acts of secretly communicating with the Jin Kingdom and colluding with foreign enemies are enough to make him die a hundred times!

In this situation, he had no choice but to fight to the death to have a chance of survival.

"There are still 20,000 elite reserve troops in Xicheng. You should lead these troops quickly and kill the Hongxing Army in the city!" Zhou Baiyuan's eyes were wide open, like a madman, roaring at the generals around him.

However, these so-called "elites" were actually able-bodied men forcibly conscripted from the common people in the city in recent days. They were untrained and poorly equipped, and most of them had no blades in their hands and no armor on their bodies.

The only meaning of their existence is to serve as substitutes for the rebels on the city wall.

The 20,000-strong force may seem large, but it is actually extremely fragile. It is simply a pipe dream to want to drive the Hongxing Army out of the city with just these people.

Zhou Baiyuan's order is tantamount to seeking medical help in desperation, which is really regrettable.

Seeing his generals hesitant, Zhou Baiyuan was furious and shouted, "Why don't you go quickly? Do you want to rebel?"

At this moment, he was almost crazy, his eyes were red, and he looked like a man-eating beast, which was a frightening sight.

The generals looked at each other, but finally dared not disobey and left one after another.

After everyone had left, Zhou Baiyuan left Xiao Si and Wang Qiang alone and said in a deep voice, "You two don't have to come with us. Just protect me."

Xiao Si and Wang Qiang exchanged glances and responded in unison: "Yes, sir!"

Zhou Baiyuan's decision just happened to be in line with their expectations.

The fall of the North City spread like thunder to the ears of the Hongxing Army in the West City and the Imperial Army in the East City. The news was like a shot in the arm, making the soldiers attacking the city excited. They charged forward recklessly, and their offensive was like a tide, one wave higher than the other.

On the other hand, the rebels defending the city were a different story...

Whether it was the low-level soldiers or the leading generals, their fighting spirit seemed to be blown away by the cold wind, leaving only fatigue and despair.

As one side gained strength while the other lost, the originally evenly matched battle quickly became unbalanced.

Under round after round of fierce attacks by the Hongxing Army and the Imperial Army, the rebels' defense line was crumbling.

Soon, the defenses of West City and East City were in danger in many places. The enemy troops surged onto the city walls like a tide and engaged in a thrilling hand-to-hand combat with the rebels.

When two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins. War, in the final analysis, is a contest of morale.

One side's morale is high, while the other side's morale is low, and the balance of victory and defeat has already tilted.

The rebels' defenses collapsed one by one under the fierce attack of the enemy. Xiao Si and Wang Qiang anxiously suggested to Zhou Baiyuan: "Sir, our army has reached its limit. It is best to retreat!"

However, Zhou Baiyuan's eyes widened and he roared, "Get out of here! Kill the enemy and get them out of the city! Quick!"

Before he finished speaking, another city defense at the west gate was torn apart by the Hong Xing Army. A general holding a black spear was seen standing majestically on the top of the city wall. It was Wen Xiong, the commander of the First Corps of the Hong Xing Army. Following him came several brave warriors of the Hong Xing Army.

Those warriors, with their swords as sharp as dragons, resolutely charged towards the torrent of rebels.

One of them even took the lead and broke into the enemy camp first, fighting against hundreds of people on his own. Not only did he not lose the upper hand, but he killed dozens of rebels in a row. His bravery was breathtaking.

The rest of the warriors followed closely behind, brandishing their swords with unstoppable force. Under their sharp blades, the rebels fell down like lambs to be slaughtered, wailing all over the ground.

On top of the city wall, the warriors opened up a battlefield several meters wide, while below the city, the Hongxing Army bravely climbed the ladders.

After climbing to the top of the city wall, they let out a deafening roar and rushed towards the enemy desperately.

Even when stabbed by the rebels' swords, they still held on to the rebels' weapons tightly, trying to get a chance to kill the enemy for their comrades behind them.

Faced with the desperate momentum of the Hongxing Army, the morale of the rebels quickly collapsed and the army was completely routed.

Seeing the Hongxing Army soldiers rushing in, the crowd was frightened and retreated one after another, not daring to face their sharp edge.

On the city gate tower, Zhou Baiyuan's elite guards, even the best among the rebels, could not hide their panic. The condition of the other rebels was even more indescribable.

A large number of rebels were frightened and retreated to the city gate tower. Zhou Baiyuan was furious when he saw this. He swung his sword wildly and roared at the soldiers who retreated to the city gate tower: "Those who are afraid of death will be executed on the spot!"

Several soldiers fell to the ground and died. The rest looked at each other in dismay. In the end, they could only grit their teeth and rush towards the Hongxing Army.

Wen Xiong had a keen insight into the war situation and concluded that there must be high-ranking rebels in the city gate tower.

He raised his spear high, raised his arm and shouted: "Warriors, follow me to charge, kill the generals and seize the flag!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed into the enemy camp alone like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In an instant, the rebels' spears came like a forest, stabbing densely, and the spear tips collided with the armor, sparks flying.

Wen Xiong was pushed back several steps. He gritted his teeth, roared loudly, and released a blade that broke through the air.

Seeing the attribute skills coming, the rebels reacted quickly and raised their shields, as if they had built an iron wall.

The golden blade hit the shield array hard, with a deafening crackling sound. Although it left deep scratches on the shield, it ultimately failed to shake it at all.

Upon seeing this, Wen Xiong took a deep breath, swung the black spear in his hand suddenly, and unleashed the Sky-Splitting Slash. A virtual sword shining with golden light suddenly appeared in mid-air and fell down with a devastating momentum.

The rebels panicked and raised their shields to block.

The power of the Sky-Splitting Slash is several times greater than that of the Air-Breaking Blade. How can it be blocked by a mere shield?

There was a loud bang, and the golden sword mercilessly split the shield formation. A row of rebels and their shields were split in two, and blood mist gushed out, leaving a shocking red trail.

Although this Sky-Splitting Slash only killed a dozen rebels, it was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, completely crushing the rebels' already nearly collapsed morale and fighting spirit.

Witnessing the tragic deaths of their companions, people screamed, wailed, and fled in all directions...

Although Zhou Baiyuan fought hard to kill the fleeing rebels in the city gate tower, he was still unable to stop the trend of rout.

The number of rebels decreased from hundreds at the beginning to only a dozen or so in a blink of an eye. They huddled in the city gate tower, staring at the enemies outside in fear, their legs shaking and their hands holding their weapons trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, Wen Xiong curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth, holding a black spear, and strode into the city gate tower with big strides.

He looked around, and finally his eyes locked on Zhou Baiyuan in the center of the crowd. An irrepressible joy surged in his heart: I can make a great contribution this time!

He suppressed his excitement and sneered: "Zhou Baiyuan, do you still remember me?"

"Wen Xiong?" Zhou Baiyuan was shocked when he heard this. Wen Xiong was once the vanguard general under Zhao Xuan, and Zhao Xuan was his subordinate. Of course he knew this old acquaintance!