"Big brother!" He vaguely heard a call, and the next moment, a Light Cavalry flew to him. It was Ge Chen, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Ge Chen dismounted, supporting the incredibly miserable Chang Geng, explaining in a stutter: "Brother, when, when - when I received your letter, I happened to be with General Shen, but it was in the Southern Frontier at that time..."

Chang Geng did not listen to even half of his words, interrupting him in madness: "Where is Zi Xi?"

His voice was so faint that Ge Chen momentarily could not catch it: "What?"

Chang Geng forcefully pushed him aside, struggling to stand up, heading towards the outside of the city without care. There was no telling what had injured his back, there was a large stain of blood, running along his clothing and dripping down, but he himself seemed to not be aware of it at all.

Ge Chen: "Big - big brother? Your Highness!"

Chang Geng turned deaf ears, Ge Chen could see a stray arrow coming towards Chang Geng, yet the man did not dodge. He quickly rushed up in a panic and pulled him out of the way. However, after two steps, Chang Geng's eyes were dyed red as if they could bleed.

Ge Chen shuddered, thinking to himself: "Not good, did something happen to the Marquis?"

Ge Chen had always been decisive since he was young. Using his hand, he struck Chang Geng in the neck and knocked him unconscious.

On this day, the ever-stable imperial city experienced the bloodiest battle in history. The Son of Heaven used himself as a flag, the general died in the flames. All of them had reached their limits. At last, when the wall collapsed, the reinforcements arrived.

The experience and composition of these support forces were very complicated. Shen Yi, the governor of the Southwest, was in command. General Zhong, who had been retired for many years, came forward to fight in his stead. There was also a handful of the Jiangnan Navy mixed in — the remnants that Yao Chong Ze gathered after the defeat at the Eastern Sea.

Recognizing that their opportunity had been lost, the Western Army was forced to retreat.

Nearly 40 percent of the imperial officers were buried under the collapsed wall. Li Feng's Red Kite had completely lost control. Shen Yi had no Eagle in his hands, he had to warily shoot steel ropes onto the railings with Baihong arrows. Mobilizing a dozen Heavy Armors, working their best until midnight, only then did they manage to safely pull Emperor Long An who was suspended in mid-air to land.

Almost all of the Northern Camp, together with its commander, had perished in this battle.

Gu Yun was dug out from the bottom of a Western chariot, several of his ribs were broken. At first, no one dared to move him, for as soon as they did, blood would start gushing out.