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Bai Xiuli heavily patted Cheng Qing's shoulder. This cautious general did not have any words to say to him, only saying, "Brother, you take care of yourself and let me expand the fruits of your bloody battle." before jumping down from the archer's tower.1

In truth, Cheng Qing wanted to stop Bai Xiuli, but the latter's movements were too fast and his willpower was too resolute. Before he could even make a sound, Bai Xiuli had already arrived on top of the city wall. The personal guard carried the city's commander-in-chief flag behind him, and he led the personal guard regiment and stormed out of the city walls.

Bai Xiuli's injuries had yet to recover. He had just arranged for a war in the northern and southern districts and had already rushed to the archer's tower without stopping. Now, he was leading a group of people to kill in front of him.

Chen Qing stopped his attempt to call out to Bai Xiuli. He lowered his brows and lowered his gaze, focusing on observing the battlefield.

The three-hundred-foot-long street seemed wide everywhere, but it was not so long ago for the Western Lions, who had followed the Uighurs on their rampage.

The wall of the West District's square was not tall to begin with, nor did it have a tight defensive system. There was also no wide horse road on the wall. At the moment, the soldiers of Xiliang City were rushing back through the streets and into the western part of the city. They had formed an inverted bead curtain, and the Uighurs were unable to block them from entering the city.

Cheng Qing saw a group of Western Liangliang soldiers charging into the western sector of the city like tigers and wolves from the battle line. The situation was progressing smoothly, but he could not get rid of the uneasiness in his heart.

As a matter of fact, the west wall of the City Lord's Mansion had been completely destroyed by the battle. The destroyed wall of the city was everywhere, like a mouth with a broken tooth. But compared to the sight of the corpses strewn all over the city walls and the blood flowing on the oars, the tragedy of the city walls was not worth mentioning.

The Uighur army attacked in two rounds, with more than ten thousand casualties. As the defense side, the casualties of the Western Lion Army were lower, but they still amounted to a few thousand people. In a battle in which cultivators were involved, death came with incredible speed. The lives of ordinary armored warriors were even faster than grass and mustard.

The situation in the north and south districts was even worse than that of the City Lord's Prefecture.

There were no tall walls to rely on. Warriors from both sides clashed with each other everywhere, and the fighting was especially bloody and cruel. The only difference was that the number of casualties among the soldiers in the Western District far exceeded that of the City Lord's Mansion.

"The soldiers of the Sun Moon City's Western Lion Army can no longer afford the massive loss. I hope that this counterattack will have a good result, or else the consequences will be unimaginable." Cheng Qing silently said in his heart.

Ninety thousand soldiers of the Western Lion Army had already lost ten to twenty percent of their soldiers. Although the casualties of the Uighur Army were greater, they numbered two hundred to three hundred thousand …

There was no point in thinking about it. Cheng Qing sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

He had just fought with the cultivators of the An Tian Sect, and now was the time to meditate and recover from his injuries. Fortunately, the Tranquil Sky Sect didn't lack medicinal pills. As long as they made use of this time, most of their energy would be restored.

Yelu's Bright Light was like an ant on a hot pan. It anxiously circled around the tower, continuously shouting orders. The main point of the order was: Hold on, you have to hold on!

During the interval when he issued the order, he looked at the Western Collision Army that had charged into the western part of the city on a large scale. It was abnormally fierce, and Yale Mingguang could not help but tremble from head to toe from the cold. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the battle situation would suddenly take a sharp turn and end up in such a rotten state!

Seeing those Western Lion Warriors who were fighting to the death, even though blood was flowing out of their wounds, and who did not know what their lives were, Yale felt fear from the bottom of his heart. Even with his fists clenched, he was unable to suppress the trembling of his body.

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