Destroy The City With One Shot!

After giving the command, Yuan Zuozong waved his hand.

Behind him, the 100,000 warhorses of the Dragoon Army moved as if they were carved from the same mold, all raising their left hooves in perfect unison.

Boom!

In the next second, the horses' hooves struck the ground, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

In the distance, on the city wall, the soldiers of the Forbidden Army were stunned, their hands turning white from gripping their weapons too tightly. The sight of such a massive, synchronized movement was overwhelmingly shocking. It's difficult for 100,000 people to move in unison, let alone 100,000 horses!

"Great Snow Dragon Cavalry! Attack!"

Boom! Boom!

The 100,000 Dragoon soldiers surged forward like an avalanche, rushing toward Shuofang City with unstoppable force!

On the city wall, Guo Ming, the Minister of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and his cronies were left speechless as they watched the white torrent speeding towards them.

"This... this..." Guo Ming stammered, his eyes wide with shock.

He had imagined the Dragoon Army's combat power to be formidable, but now, facing their actual charge, even from the safety of the high city wall, he felt a wave of fear and helplessness.

This overwhelming shock was like facing a torrent of 100,000 steel-clad warriors!

"Quick! Archers! Prepare the dragon-hunting crossbows! Where are the siege crossbows? Fire them quickly!" Guo Ming shouted to the officers beside him.

The soldiers had been paralyzed with fear at the sight of the Dragoon Army's charge. But Guo Ming's roar jolted them back to reality. The Imperial Guards quickly cocked the dragon-hunting crossbows and fired them. The giant siege crossbows on the city wall also began to string their arrows and shoot!

Whoosh whoosh!

Hundreds of thousands of sharp arrows, mixed with thousands of huge crossbow bolts, shot toward the Dragoon Army like a deadly rainstorm!

"Hmph! A petty trick!" Yuan Zuozong, as a peak Martial Saint, charged at the forefront. He snorted coldly and waved the spear in his hand, unleashing the full power of a martial saint.

Suddenly, golden light shone, spiritual energy gathered, and the shadow of a hundred-foot-long golden spear appeared in the center of the battlefield.

"Break!" Yuan Zuozong commanded, and the golden spear shadow moved through the air.

Boom!

With just one thrust, the enormous spear shadow shattered most of the incoming crossbow bolts into powder. The remaining arrows were easily intercepted by the masters of the Dragoon Army.

Seeing that the wave of arrows had no effect, Guo Ming's heart pounded as he prepared to order another round of shooting.

However, the Dragoon Army was too fast!

Before the next crossbow bolt could be loaded, the Dragoons had already crossed the moat and reached the foot of the city wall!

"Break it down!" Yuan Zuozong roared, and his spear shot out like a dragon. He leaped from his saddle, hurtling towards the city wall like a cannonball.

In mid-air, the shadow of the hundred-foot-long spear became more solid, roaring through the air as it descended upon the city wall.

Boom!

With a violent crash, the golden spear shadow punched a massive hole in the towering city wall, crushing countless soldiers into pulp. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red.

Seeing this, Guo Ming's breath caught in his throat. The city wall... was breached?

Damn it.

He had brought in a talisman master to set up defensive spells on the city wall, a supposedly impenetrable barrier. Yet now, it was effortlessly pierced by a single strike!

Around him, the surviving Forbidden Army soldiers swallowed hard in fear. What would happen if that attack landed on them?

Their courage evaporated instantly.

Yuan Zuozong's devastating blow shattered the last remnants of morale among the Imperial Guards. Though these soldiers were elite, they had never witnessed such a battle. In their previous experiences, the highest level of cultivation they encountered was perhaps a semi-saint. Even then, the semi-saints on both sides usually restrained each other, leaving ordinary soldiers like them to fight among themselves.

But now, a powerful Martial Saint—unseen in Dongzhou Continent for many years—had joined the battlefield personally!

A Martial Saint's power was unmatched; who could possibly stop him?

It was no wonder the Imperial Guards were so terrified!

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With the city wall breached, the Dragoon Army charged into the city with unstoppable momentum. The streets were deserted; ordinary citizens had locked their doors and windows, hiding in their homes, trembling with fear.

The Dragoons galloped through the streets, killing anyone they encountered. Their ruthlessness ensured no one would be spared.

Not all of the 300,000 Forbidden Troops were stationed on the city wall. Based on his previous "extensive" combat experience, Guo Ming had wisely arranged for half of the soldiers to rest at the foot of the wall, ready to rotate into the defense.

Under normal circumstances, this arrangement would have been sound. But they were now facing the Dragoon Army!

Switching defenses? Hah, they won't give you the chance!

The Dragoons burst into the city, catching the resting soldiers off guard.

"???"

Is it already time to break in?

They looked back in shock.

Huh?

When did the city wall get breached?

From the moment Yuan Zuozong destroyed the wall to the Dragoon Army charging into the city, only two or three breaths had passed. The time was so short that the resting Imperial Guards hadn't even had a chance to react!

"Kill!" Yuan Zuozong commanded coldly, and the Dragoon Army immediately adjusted course, charging at the Forbidden Troops beneath the wall.

"Enemy attack! Quick! Form up to meet the enemy!"

The Forbidden Army soldiers' military discipline was impeccable, as expected of the Imperial Guards. Upon seeing the Dragoons approaching, some of their captains began to organize a defense in a panic.

Perhaps, against a regular army, they could have held their ground.

But unfortunately, they were facing the Dragoon Army!

Boom boom boom!

The Dragoons charged, instantly shattering the hastily formed ranks of the Imperial Guards into pieces! Even the shield soldiers in the front row were sent flying dozens of meters!

The soldiers in the back row were left wondering how their comrades had suddenly taken flight. But the next moment, the iron hooves of the Dragoon Army trampled over them!

"Ugh!"

Yuan Zuozong led the charge, his spear like a reaping scythe, harvesting the lives of his enemies with ease. Each casual strike claimed hundreds, if not thousands, of lives.

The massacre was unrelenting.

The Dragoon Army galloped through the ranks of the Forbidden Troops like wolves among sheep, completely overwhelming them!

In just a short time, the Forbidden Army had suffered heavy casualties!

On the city wall, Guo Ming watched in horror as his army melted away. He knew that, as the strongest among the Forbidden Army, it was his duty to confront Yuan Zuozong and hold him back.

But how could he dare?

Guo Ming felt that even a casual blow from Yuan Zuozong could easily take his life!

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