"There are still more than seventy thousand men in the city who can fight. I refuse to believe these Wei Wu Troops are truly that formidable." Wei Quan gripped the sword at his waist, showing no sign of fear.
Before the city walls.
The Wei Wu Troops advanced in orderly formation.
Facing a rain of arrows from the Qin Army's archers, they raised their shields and pressed steadily forward. Even if someone was unlucky enough to be struck by stray arrows, so long as it did not hit a vital spot, they still advanced without falter.
Very soon.
They reached the base of the city tower.
Some pushed the Siege Hammer forward, continuing to batter the gates.
Boom, boom, boom.
The pounding sound was relentless.
The majority, however, split into groups—shield in one hand, gripping the cloud ladders in the other, scaling the walls. Their skillful movements and speed made it clear they had been drilled countless times.
