Even one could say that Kong Xuan had not taken the fight seriously, yet the Yuyi Immortal had already fallen.
The gap between the two sides was too great.
At this moment, Wen Zhong's voice rang out, tinged with a trace of urgency.
"Please, two Daoist brothers, hurry and rescue the Yuyi Immortal!"
"This..."
Liu Huan and Quyang Immortal exchanged glances, both appearing somewhat hesitant, but still, they rushed down from the city wall together, saving the badly injured and dying Yuyi Immortal.
During this process, Kong Xuan did not stop them, nor did he even glance at the two, simply looking quietly at Linhuan Pass, as though waiting for something.
It seemed as if in his eyes, Liu Huan and Quyang Immortal, these two Taiyi Golden Immortals, including the Yuyi Immortal, were just ants, not worth his attention at all.
He was merely looking at Linhuan Pass, waiting for that imagined opponent to appear.
Everyone knew what he was waiting for.
A look of urgency appeared on King Wu Cheng Huang Feihu's face, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
Having experienced many battles, he naturally knew that now was the moment when morale was at its peak; if they launched an attack on the city at this time, they were very likely to take it in one fell swoop.
But if in the following great battle, this Immortal Kong Xuan were to lose, then the hard-earned morale might collapse once more.
Therefore, he did not want to miss this opportunity to attack the city.
However, he also saw that Immortal Kong Xuan was intent on challenging Yu Yuan, and if he rashly suggested an attack on the city at this moment, he feared it might anger the Immortal.
With this thought in mind, he had no choice but to painfully give up the idea of attacking the city.
However, at this moment, Kong Xuan turned his head, looking at King Wu Cheng Huang Feihu and said: "Yu Yuan has not shown up for a long time, it seems he is not in the city... Marshal, order the attack on the city."
Huang Feihu, upon hearing this, was overjoyed, nodding repeatedly: "Yes, yes!"
He quickly turned around, personally directing the troops to arrange their formations and then gave the order for the entire army to attack the city.
Just as he had expected, at this moment, the Great Shang soldiers, having seen their own Immortal Gods easily defeat the enemy, were filled with surging bloodlust and soaring morale.
They had been pent up for a long time, in desperate need of a hearty battle.
Under Huang Feihu's command, the Great Shang army neatly formed into three divisions, aiming at the three walls of Linhuan Pass like three sharp arrows.
"Wuwuwu~"
The horn for the attack sounded.
In an instant, tens of thousands of soldiers moved together.
The sound of war drums thundered through the heavens, shaking eardrums painfully.
"Defend against the enemy!"
"The enemy is attacking!"
"Pick up the weapons!"
"Where are the archers, shoot quickly!"
The soldiers on the walls of Linhuan Pass became a mess upon hearing the war drums, and regardless of their ability or not, they each swung their weapons, launching a counterattack against the enemy below the city.
They had never been on a battlefield; even though they had trained many times, when they truly stepped onto the battlefield, they still couldn't help but panic.
Moreover, this panic could infect others, causing those who were originally able to remain calm to also become flustered.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Wen Zhong suddenly shouted loudly: "Listen up, all of you!"
"Behind you are your parents, wives, and children. If you do not hold off the enemy's attack, their fate will be to become sacrificial offerings to the Divine Spirits or slaves in the mines!
Do you wish to see such an outcome?"
As the leader of Linhuan Pass, Wen Zhong's prestige was unmatched.
His voice seemed to have a certain magic power, which calmed down those panicked soldiers immediately after hearing it.
At that moment, following Wen Zhong's words, in their minds emerged unsolicited images of Linhuan Pass's walls being breached, those cold-hearted Great Shang soldiers rushing through the crumbling remains into the city, trampling their homeland at will, slaughtering their parents, wives, and children...
And with that came a surge of passionate courage, burning from the depths of their veins, which turned into the simplest, purest voice as they bellowed out in response to Wen Zhong's questioning:
"Not willing!"
Wen Zhong looked around at his soldiers, letting his voice reach every soldier's ears.
"Since you're not willing, then muster your courage to defend everything you now have! Whether we can hold onto our homeland depends on you! All troops, heed my command. Take up your weapons, and guard Linhuan Pass just as you were trained to do!"
"Yes!"
"Beat the drums to boost morale!"
"There's nothing to fear, the worst-case scenario is death right here!"
"Even if we die, we shall die atop the ramparts of Linhuan Pass, not in those mines!"
"Let's fight them with all we've got!"
"..."
With each impassioned roar, the war drums on Linhuan Pass's walls were struck.
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom!"
In the midst of the rapid war drum beats, the Great Shang army from all directions closed in on the walls.
They carried scaling ladders and shields, brandished blades as they climbed the walls, while their archers continuously rained down arrows toward the ramparts from behind.
In an instant, countless soldiers moved as one, with the thunderous sound of war drums echoing across the sky, piercing the eardrums with pain.
The sound of gongs, battle cries, and drums roared, amalgamating into one, enough to startle the Immortal Gods in the heavens above.
The defending soldiers on the walls turned pale, some trembling all over, fearful that a single misstep could bring fatal consequences.
They were not lacking in battle experience; it was just that the momentum was too terrifying. Mere gong sounds could make their spirits tremble ceaselessly, let alone witnessing the vast iron cavalry storming forward.
In such a situation, how could they not be afraid?
Yet, despite the fear, they did not retreat or flee, but stood firm, weapons in hand, furiously attacking the enemies drawing near the walls.
These soldiers of Linhuan Pass were not Cultivators, and their skills could not match those of the well-trained elite troops of Great Shang, yet each one was loyal and resolute, determined to defend to the death, causing heavy casualties among the enemy attempting to storm the city.
Faced with the fierce onslaught of thousands upon thousands, the soldiers of Linhuan Pass showed not a hint of fear, united in spirit, desperately resisting.
The sound of the gongs reverberated through the heavens, stirring the heart.
"Kill!"
"Kill them!"
"Swear to defend Linhuan Pass to the death!"
"Charge!"
...
Screams rose from all sides, deafening to hear.
Among the defenders, even many women joined the fight, standing against the enemy alongside the men.
Under Wen Zhong's leadership, the soldiers at Linhuan Pass were like a dam, no matter how fierce the enemy's offensive, they stood their ground steadfastly, not retreating an inch.
This caused King Wu Cheng, Huang Feihu, who was commanding the assault, to feel rather surprised, furrowing his brows.
According to the intelligence he had received, Linhuan Pass was merely filled with peasants and slaves, and even though under Wen Zhong's rapid development, and despite having cultivated numerous talents across all professions, battlefield experience was not something that could be learned from textbooks.
He had originally thought that Wen Zhong was only distinguished in civil governance, little did he expect that he was also a rare military talent.
In just a short month or so, he was able to start from scratch, organizing and training a respectable military force, courageous in battle against his Great Shang elite troops, showing no sign of retreat!
This Wen Zhong, was destined to be a formidable foe in the future!
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