Countless Wind Slashers that had lost their owners were mounted on the large Baihong bows. After Yan Bei Wang gave the order, the legendary divine weapons praised by the people were fired off without hesitation like iron arrows, the turning and revolving white blades resembling a dandelion, weaving the wind inside then slashing it to pieces, carrying the names of the deceased, surging forward towards the mass amount of Western Eagles.

Chang Geng wiped the dust-covered Qian Li Yan glass with his fingers, then clipped it onto his clear cut and straight nose bridge, ordering: "Mount the second batch of Wind Slashers!"

A young soldier beside him was acting as a self-proclaimed personal guard. After hearing his order, using the teenage voice that had not yet changed, he shouted: "Mount the arrows!—"

He then turned to Chang Geng and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, what if the Wind Slashers run out? Shall we throw stones under the city?”

Chang Geng glanced at him, as if with a smile, he said, "Although all the ammunition has been exhausted, thanks to accumulation of Great Liang's Emperor over the years, there is still some Ziliujun left inside. If we truly cannot defend the city, then learn from General Han Qi. Splash Ziliujin down the wall, burning the entire capital, the foreigners can't even dream of taking anything from us.”

The young soldier shivered from his careless remark.

Chang Geng: “How old are you?”

The young soldier was taken by surprise for a moment and said: "...Eight - Eighteen."

Chang Geng laughed: "Don't use this trick with me."

The young soldier scratched his head: "...Fifteen."

Some poor families with too many children, when unable to support them all, would send half of their children to the army to eat military salary. In fear that they would refuse to take them in if they were too young, the families would lie about their ages.

"Fifteen." Chang Geng whispered, "When I was in my fifteenth year, I followed Marshal Gu to Jiangnan to investigate Wei Wang's rebellion, I did not know anything. You are better than I am."

At that moment, a group of Eagle Armors in the distance took off at the pope's command.

A Western Eagle held a large explosive, shooting it directly into the city. The large explosives that should have been supported by the iron arm of the chariot had a great recoil power, thus as the artillery was shot out, the person holding the explosive on the other end would be repelled to death immediately.

This group of Western Eagles resembled a daring suicidal troop, shooting heavy explosives inside and outside the city wall like rainfall. In the blink of an eye, the city wall immediately collapsed by half.

The Red Kites were shaken by the waves. Wang Guo, who was hugging the mast tightly, calling for his ancestors, was pushed aside by a panting Zhang Feng Han.