Gu Lan wielded her long spear, her figure ghostly as she swept through, flipping and skewering Wei soldiers one after another.
She liked cleanliness, so she dodged most of the blood, though a few drops splattered onto her silver armor, making her appear even more fierce.
In the battlefield soaked with the smell of gunpowder and blood, Gu Lan held the Azure Gold Spear, like an immortal above dust, overlooking the scene with pride.
One person,
one spear,
one flag,
beneath her feet, a mountain of corpses.
The section of the city wall where Gu Lan stood, no one dared to approach.
Tang Zhan stared at Gu Lan in a daze, a warm current flowing through his heart. He gritted his teeth and once again raised his long knife to fight.
At this moment, with an earth-shattering noise, the immensely thick wall of Yinzhou City, under a whole day's impact by the battering ram, collapsed with a bang!
"Not good, General, the gate has been—"
