NOVEL NEXT Chapter 262 Human Lives are as Worthless as Grass_3
The barbarian invasion was relentless, day and night, requiring their constant, unwavering attention, and the occasional sneak attacks by the nefarious cultists at Yongxue City added to their exhaustion and considerable attrition.
Only martial arts grandmasters such as Gu Chen, Xue Ling, and Lin Zhan could bear such consumption.
One night, Song Yu, Wang Yan, and a group of Metropolitan Procurators were guarding the city walls to prevent assaults by the Holy Shadows Sect or the Black Sky Sect, as well as barbarian sneak attacks.
Leaning against the ramparts, they could hardly conceal their weariness, even as Vajra Stage warriors; maintaining constant vigilance and living in fear day after day took its toll on them as well. Stay updated via empire
"Can we really win this battle?" At that moment, a second rank Metropolitan Procurator broke the silence atop the wall, asking softly.
He had sunk into deep self-doubt. The Procurator, named Wang Qing, was twenty-three years old, and it was his first time taking part in a war of this scale. Days of continuous battle had drained him, pushing him to the brink of collapse.
Besides, the situation in Yan State was truly dire. Inside DaHuang Mansion's territory, warriors from the Holy Shadows Sect and the Black Sky Sect ran amok, and opportunistic barbarian soldiers who had infiltrated added to the chaos—slaughtering, looting, pillaging. Since their arrival at Yongxue City, tens of thousands of innocent civilians in DaHuang Mansion had been brutally killed.
Since the war began, including the four hundred thousand fallen Xuan Iron troops, nearly a million lives had been lost in this conflict!
Every inch of DaHuang Mansion's land was nearly drenched in blood.
For Da Xia, the loss was enormous!
With the people of Yan State in panic and reinforcements delayed, after many days of fighting, it wasn't just Wang Qing; many Procurators had sunk deep into self-doubt.
"What nonsensical talk is that!"
Song Yu frowned and immediately punched Wang Qing, saying, "Snap out of it! We will definitely win this great battle, and we will all return to Tiandu alive, without losing a single person."
Wang Yan spoke in a grave tone as well, "That's right, don't lose heart, we can certainly win!"
The group of Procurators looked at each other, yet still, no one spoke.
Then, a heavy silence fell over the wall once again.
Song Yu looked at Wang Yan, hesitating several times before speaking. He knew that Wang Yan had found love and would marry once they returned. He did not wish for Wang Yan to die here.
The battle indeed seemed hopeless. The barbarians and the cult played with them like a cruel game, depleting their energy, intending to take them down with the least cost possible. For now, they were merely resisting in vain.
Just yesterday, many had already written their wills, prepared to die in battle right there.
They weren't afraid to die, Wang Qing included, but he feared dying without meaning. If they were to perish here and Yan State still fell, their sacrifice would be utterly meaningless.
Gu Chen stood not far away, silently observing the scene without stepping forward to say anything.
Although Gu Chen could now rival a grandmaster, he was human, not a deity. In the face of a war of such magnitude, the role he could play was actually not that significant.
Moreover, after several encounters, Gu Chen's keen senses detected that the barbarians and the cult seemed to be plotting something.
"I must take the initiative to strike!"
At that moment, Gu Chen made his decision. He planned to leave Yongxue City early the next morning, then proactively seek out the traces of the cult and fiends within DaHuang Mansion. He needed a continuous flow of power points to enhance his strength!