The Empress's No.1 Lackey

On the city wall, Su Dan coldly gazed down at the soldiers surging like a tide below, raised his hand, and fiercely waved: "Release the arrows!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The archers on the city head simultaneously released their bowstrings, and arrows rained down.

The shield bearers of the Capital Camp army simultaneously raised their iron shields, deflecting the clanking impacts, charging through the arrow rain, and reaching beneath the city wall, covering the advancement of war chariots that extended long ladders up to the city head.

One by one, soldiers with daggers in their mouths climbed upward along the ladders.

Meanwhile, the rebel army moved prepared rolling stones to drop down, shouts of battle, the stench of blood, and an overwhelming killing aura filled the air, forming an iron curtain.

In an instant, the two armies had entered the phase of attack and hand-to-hand combat.

As the time became ripe, within the court's army, Tang Jinzhong, Lang Shiba, and a large group of contributors and martial experts mingled with the soldiers, rushed to the city base, and leaped up, stepping on the clouds to head toward the city top.

Tang Jinzhong gave a low shout, his entire body surged with threads of Qi mechanism, which condensed into a tall and illusory Floating Buddha General, whose eyes seemed to become alive, stimulated by the killing aura of the battlefield.

The Floating Buddha God General sunk into Tang Jinzhong's body, and the tributor immediately donned phantom armor, wielding a long blade, charging up the city wall against the falling stones like an arrow leaving the string.

However, halfway up, above him, a low whistling sound suddenly came crashing down.

Tang Jinzhong raised his blade to block, but with a "clang" sound, he was smashed down like a cannonball. He landed on the ground, flipped over, and looked up to see a mysterious warrior with a straw hat and long staff, like a deity, crash down onto the ground from the city head, with both feet creating two deep pits in the ground upon impact.

"A Martial Artist of the world!?" Tang Jinzhong's eyelids twitched as he tightened his grip on the long knife.

The Divine Dragon Temple martial monk, Fan Long, was restraining his urge to put one hand together in a prayer gesture and recite Buddha's name, remaining silent and raising his long staff instead.

To avoid trouble, he needed to hide his monk identity, but as long as he refrained from using some signature Buddhist spells and relied solely on martial arts, outsiders would not quickly discern his origin.

On the other side, Lang Shiba vaulted up the ladder, swaying left and right, agilely dodging arrows and heavy stones from above, yet when he climbed to the city head, a sword suddenly thrust forward!

"Ding!"

The curved knife collided with the sword's edge, and Lang Shiba leaped back as lightly as a feather, his eyes fixed on a sword-wielding general who stood emotionlessly guarding the city head as if he'd intercept Lang Shiba's sword edge from any angle.

"That's one of Su Dan's men, a strongman in the army. His martial arts may not surpass Lang Shiba, but this is a siege battle, and he only needs to block him." Xue Shence calmly analyzed from afar.

Mo Chou bit his lip, "Then what about Tang Gongfeng's opponent?"

In the distance, Tang Jinzhong and Fan Long were already fighting intensely, continually clashing, neither gaining the upper hand. The two followed a path of raw strength, making it impossible for nearby soldiers to approach.

Xue Shence shook his head, "Can't see for now, but it's not important. Bring me my Great Halberd."

Mo Chou was stunned for a moment, surprised, "General Xue, you want to..."

Xue Shence handed the command position to his deputy, then stood alone, wielding a heavy Fangtian Halberd, crouched with one leg extended and one knee bent, kicking up a circle of dust as he flew toward the military formation.

Mo Chou was taken aback, only then remembering that Xue Shence was also a powerful martial artist. Having sat in the command position for so long had often led people to overlook this fact.

At this moment, as Xue Shence crashed into the battlefield like a meteor, the sound of war drums immediately intensified, boosting the morale of the Capital Camp soldiers, making their offensive even fiercer!

The main general enters the battlefield!

On the city head, Su Dan looked down with a grim face at Xue Shence, who was continuously advancing toward the city gate, and suddenly realized something: "He's going to break the gate—"

"There's no need for General Su to worry," said the last mysterious person beside Su Dan calmly.

Several experts who were originally behind him had already dashed out to fend off the tributors.

Su Dan's heart settled, "Then we'll rely on General Lu."

The man removed his straw hat, revealing Lu Tong's slender face, eyes sharp like a hawk, and at this moment, he stepped forward, standing at the edge of the city head, reverently removed an ancient wooden great bow from behind, whose material was unknown, with a tawny bow body and a golden bowstring.

"Thud." Lu Tong casually placed the arrow quiver beside him, picked up an arrow, and drew the bow.

"Crackle!"

Instantly, there was the sound of wind and thunder!

Threads of glaring electric serpents followed the bow and circled the arrow, eventually converging at its tip.

"Boom!"

While Xue Shence was moving, he suddenly felt a warning surge in his heart, looked up to see a bolt of lightning strike down from the city head!

His heart shuddered, and he swung the Fangtian Halberd fiercely.

The halberd's tip collided with the arrow.

"Rumble—"

A blazing electric ball exploded in the battlefield center, and as the electrical sparks vanished, Xue Shence forcibly took several steps back, the Great Halberd in his hand lowered, resting against an arrow half-buried in the ground, as he slowly uttered a name: "Wanjian Qing, Lu Tong."

And at this time, a second arrow whistled its way over.

In a flash, both sides were giving it their all, and the battle situation suddenly deadlocked, the court army was forcibly held back, struggling to advance.

However, if time was extended, it would be apparent that although they appeared evenly matched, the court army was, in fact, gradually eroding the rebel army's territory. Just as Xue Shence predicted, without significant changes, victory for the court was only a matter of time.