Half a month later.
Li Shi stood atop a high slope, gazing at the military town ahead, his brows slightly furrowed.
He had swept all before him along the way, taking five cities in succession, and had finally arrived here—You City!
This place was the gateway to Yanyun, like a hard nail hammered into the entrance.
Over ten thousand elite troops were garrisoned in the city, its walls high and thick, with rolling stones, molten gold, and arrows all at the ready, defenses tight.
Earlier, Li Shi had already led a feigned assault once. The losses were small, but he had felt out the enemy's strength and weakness.
"General, let's attack head-on! With us Warriors, we're sure to take it!" The deputy general cupped his fists and asked for battle, his tone urgent.
Li Shi waved his hand, his tone grave:
"No!"
"If we storm it head-on, the Warriors may well be able to withdraw unscathed, but the Daoist Soldiers will suffer heavy damage."
