The Marauder Army's attack on Qing'an County lasted for three more days.
The intensity increased day by day.
That so-called Pingtian Lord, Li Zili, was simply insane, entirely unlike a qualified rogue hero. Even though he knew the bone of Qing'an County was tough to chew, he obstinately wanted to use his claws and teeth to gnaw at it.
Although the corpses below the city walls piled up like mountains, under the madness of this bandit leader, Qing'an County's defensive forces had reached a perilous state.
There was a constant possibility of being breached.
On the morning of the fourth day, the Garrison Army had just repelled another wave of bandits. The soldiers collapsed on the ground one by one.
They were truly exhausted, and everyone was wounded.
Some soldiers fell and never woke up again.
"Get up!"
Ye Xiangming ordered in a hoarse voice, "Everyone wake up, don't fall asleep, we are about to win."
