On the city wall, the Yan Army was still locked in brutal combat with the Chu people.
In the distance, Yan cavalry and Chu cavalry were tangled together;
Farther out, the Chu army that had surged out from the East and West Gates had pinned down the detached forces of Gongsun Zhi and Gong Wang, the flanking troops that had originally been left to cover the main force's assault on the city.
And in the battle right before them, the Chu left and right wings had forcibly pried the formation open, slicing and reslicing the battlefield into ever finer pieces.
Like peeling an onion layer by layer, until in the end, only the sharpest, juiciest heart remained.
It was like a miniature replay of Tian Wujing's million-strong army trading off against the wild people back then; the Chu people, truth be told, were also trading pieces.
The battlefield is an art of infinite change.
