Legend of Sword King

Shen Bei Wang noticed the anomaly, he did not need to send anyone to ask to know what had happened, after all, Song Shuhang had jumped onto the city wall to rescue Song Qianshu, and was obviously ambushed by the wolves, causing him to be heavily injured, he had seen everything clearly.    

    

"General, if we do not restrain the Song Family cultivators and let them fight in such a mess, our entire front will suffer!" Shen Bei Wang's deputy general was sweating profusely from anxiety. He had already received requests for reinforcements from all the sectors.    

    

Shen Bei Wang's face was as dark as ink. He never thought that the battle would develop to this extent. Right now, he was regretful and should not have allowed Song Qianshu to lead the three thousand soldiers. Otherwise, the whole front would not have been so badly affected.    

    

"Send people to support the districts. Make sure everything is stable!" Shen Bei Wang ordered.    

    

"How many men?" The deputy general asked anxiously, "With the strength of our Shen family's cultivators, it would be useless if we send too little. But if we send too much, our attacks will not be able to last much longer!"    

    

"Send a third of our cultivators over!" Shen Bei Wang gritted his teeth.    

    

The deputy general widened his eyes. "How can this be?"    

    

Shen Bei Wang bellowed: "This is a military order!"    

    

After saying that, he pulled down his armor and personally went to the foot of the city wall and began to lead the soldiers to attack the city.    

    

Shen Bei Wang obviously knew that with such a distribution of power, it would be hard for him to maintain his attacks. However, Song Qianshu could not afford to lose. Otherwise, not only would his plan to befriend Song Qianshu fail, he would have made Song Zhenshu fall under his command. Afterwards, Song Zhenren would have had to vent his anger on him.    

    

Therefore, he could only lead his trusted aides and personally go to battle. He hoped that he could strengthen the offensive on his side in order to surround Wei and save Zhao.    

    

The carriages were already in front of the city walls, especially the carriages, which were built to be even taller than the city walls in the first place. It was very convenient for the cultivators inside to jump onto the city walls to fight with each other, as long as they tear open a hole, ordinary soldiers could use the wooden bridge built from the carriages to directly attack the city walls.    

    

Cheng Qing stood at the top of a caravan, silently watching the chaotic battlefield. There was not a single emotion in his eyes. If you looked closely, you would notice a chill in his eyes. Facing a continuous stream of fellow disciples. He had been killed in battle and suffered heavy losses. He didn't seem to feel a single ripple in his heart at all.    

    

The carriage helped Cheng Qing block the attack from the top of the city wall. As long as the wolfman didn't charge out of the city and counterattack, he didn't have to worry about anything.    

    

At the back of the carriage was a soldier that had formed a defensive formation with his shield raised to block the arrows from the ironwood. Behind the shield, a line of archers kept firing arrows at the top of the city, covering the comrades who were attacking.    

    

At the front of the city wall, the soldiers were in a much more chaotic state. Below the escalators, there were soldiers holding big shields as they tried their best to stabilize the escalators and prepare to ascend to the city.    

    

There were also soldiers with long blades in their mouths who were climbing ladders. They had suffered the most damage. Countless stone slabs, rolling wood, and arrows had hit them as they fell from the sky.    

    

Li Muhao came to Cheng Qing's side, "The Song Family cultivators died too quickly. Brother, what should we do? Do you want to increase the offensive power and go rescue Master Song? "    

    

Cheng Qing shook his head. "I'm not in a hurry." We won't be able to save him for the time being. "    

    

Putting aside the top-grade Black Silver Poison, in terms of overall strength, Song Zhen's cultivators were not much weaker than the An Tian Sect. They had the advantage in numbers. If even they weren't able to save Song Qianshu, then the An Tian Sect wouldn't be able to save any more lives.    

    

Cheng Qing could train the cultivators of the sect, but he wouldn't send them to their deaths.    

    

Yang Ruoxi stood beside Cheng Qing and said, "Are we just going to watch like this?"