Under the city, the attacking forces grew stronger and more aggressive, and the defending soldiers began to falter, with soldiers climbing the battlements, and the fighting intensifying.
Lü Ping glared angrily, shouting, "Lu Ziyuan, years ago when you first joined the army, you were a Deputy General under my command. Out of respect for the Old Marquis, I took care of you. Are you truly going to drive me to a dead end now?"
Below the city, Lu Ziyuan, seated on his steed, heard this and gave a cold laugh.
Beside him, Ming Feng tightened the reins, took a breath from his abdomen, and shouted loudly, "If Lord Lü opens the gates and surrenders now, the General will not force you to a dead end."
"What a joke! If I surrender now, taken back to the Capital, how could I keep my life!" Lü Ping laughed heartily, suddenly drew a precious knife from his waist, and decapitated a soldier, drinking the blood directly.
