They organized over a hundred thousand Houtian Martial Artists, preparing to breach my city walls. They arrived brimming with confidence, only to return with their tails between their legs. As for casualties, there were none to speak of—at most, a few minor injuries. There were also a few unlucky souls who fell into the moat, but that was nothing; the moat is only two or three meters wide with a sloped bank, so they just crawled right out. I can only say that trying to storm my walls is futile, as there is no footing, and therefore no power to strike with.
By now, they have increasingly come to view me as a tough nut to crack. They used common soldiers to exhaust my munitions, but it felt as though there was no end to them. Moreover, the death toll was indeed too high. The main issue is that they currently lack fodder troops. If they send their Elite Soldiers to attack, the scaling ladders become a problem. The wooden ones get burned, but metal ones? They cannot be manufactured quickly. Yet, the Imperial Dynasty cannot afford to lose face, so in the end, they were determined to build metal siege ladders. They even went so far as to beg Yunxiu for help.
Xiu'er sent me a message asking whether we should take this business.
Chapter 283