Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Generals Die After 100 Battles!

Below the tower, the Zhan Family Army led by Zhan Lan faced four thousand Western Rong cavalry, making the attack on the tower not an easy task.

Seeing Zhan Lan’s fierce and formidable assault, Muer Han gritted his teeth and said: “Defend the tower to the death and don’t let Zhan Lan and his men come up!”

The stairs of the tower were sealed by the Western Rong cavalry, and the people tied to the tower instantly fell into chaos.

The Western Rong cavalry raised their curved swords aimed at the innocent civilians.

They want to use the lives of the civilians to force Zhan Xinzhang into submission.

Suddenly, a sandstorm whipped up in the sky, with strong winds rising.

Zhan Xinzhang pulled a battle spear from the hands of a deceased tower guard, shouting at the terrified and helpless civilians: “Quick, retreat behind me!”

Zhan Xinzhang swung the battle spear, sweeping away a large swath of Western Rong cavalry, the spear tip continuously piercing their bodies.

The civilians screamed and scrambled to hide behind Zhan Xinzhang.

The Old General Zhan firmly protected the civilians behind him, alone holding off the attack of hundreds of Western Rong cavalry on the tower.

The civilians on the tower retreated to the corner of the wall behind Zhan Xinzhang.

One man defense, impregnable against ten thousand!

Muer Han’s pupils shrank sharply; this Old General Zhan truly lived up to his reputation. Despite his age, he could still fight against over a hundred, a tough opponent!

He turned his gaze to Zhan Lan below the tower, thinking to himself: The Zhan Family is extremely difficult to handle!

Muer Han’s eyes darkened; if capturing Zhan Xinzhang alive wasn’t possible, then killing him would simplify dealing with both Zhan Lan and Zhan Xinzhang!

The civilians on the tower spontaneously picked up the battle spears from the deceased city guards, forming a barrier beside Zhan Xinzhang.

Zhan Xinzhang looked at these Nanjin civilians with gratification, shouting loudly, “Fight the common enemy, drive these Western Rong wretched curs out of Nanjin!”

The civilians were also very excited. Though afraid, they believed the Zhan Family Army could drive out these Western Rong wretched curs and restore their homes!

“Old General Zhan, don’t you feel unwell?” Muer Han said with a cunning smile, taking advantage of a distraction to seize one of the battle spears, thrusting it towards Zhan Xinzhang.

The battle spears collided, and Zhan Xinzhang firmly pressed down the opponent’s spear. Suddenly feeling dizzy, he realized he had inhaled some poison powder earlier.

Muer Han seized the moment of Zhan Xinzhang’s disorientation, fiercely thrusting his spear towards Zhan Xinzhang.

Zhan Xinzhang exerted strength in his left arm, flipping Muer Han’s spear out of his hand.

Muer Han’s arm went numb, finally witnessing the divine power of the Zhan Family’s left arm.

He retreated two steps sideways, suddenly snatching a baby from a mother’s arms.

The woman screamed heart-wrenchingly, “My child!”

Zhan Xinzhang thrust his spear towards Muer Han. Muer Han raised the child high, and Zhan Xinzhang rotated his spear tip, feinting before hooking the child’s clothes, retrieving the child and tightly protecting him in the crook of his arm.

Just as Zhan Xinzhang intended to return the baby to the child’s mother, with a thud, a spear from behind pierced through his body.

Blood gushed from Zhan Xinzhang’s chest. He turned his gaze back to see a Western Rong disguised as a Nanjin civilian.

“Old General!” The civilians on the tower shouted madly, several robust civilians pressing down the disguised Western Rong with their spears.

Zhan Xinzhang used his inner strength to press certain vital points, temporarily protecting his heart.

Muer Han laughed maniacally, “Hahaha, Old General Zhan, unexpected wasn’t it!”

Zhan Xinzhang gritted his teeth, fiercely thrusting his spear into Muer Han’s chest.

Thud!

Muer Han’s face contorted, looking down incredulously at the spear piercing through his chest.

“You…”

In his agonized, contorted expression, Zhan Xinzhang forcefully twisted the spear tip in his hand, Muer Han’s pupils contracted, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Zhan Xinzhang shouted, ripping Muer Han’s spear from his hands, stabbing the spearhead into the crevice of the ground with a clang, stone fragments splattering everywhere, Muer Han’s eyes widened as he fell, dying instantly on the spot.

Zhan Xinzhang’s hand gripped the spear tightly, supporting his body.

When Zhan Lan reached the tower, she witnessed this scene.

Her grandfather stood upright, clutching the spear, his chest red with blood, holding a baby in his arms, the baby’s soft hand touching her grandfather’s face.

Zhan Lan couldn’t believe her eyes. Stumbling, she wielded her spear, slaughtering the Western Rong cavalry!

With each stab, the warm blood splattered onto her face and body.

Zhan Lan fought madly, leaving no Western Rong cavalry alive on the tower.

Bloodstained all over, Zhan Lan arrived by Zhan Xinzhang’s side, her pupils dilating, nearly unable to breathe.

Zhan Xinzhang supported the baby with his arm, looking towards the child’s mother.

The child’s mother received the baby from Zhan Xinzhang’s hand, clutching the child tightly, kneeling before Zhan Xinzhang with a thud.

Zhan Xinzhang stood alone on the tower, ensuring that no other civilians died except for the old woman.

The civilians’ eyes brimmed with tears or were choked with sobs, all kneeling before Zhan Xinzhang.

A five-year-old boy lifted his gaze, seeing Old General Zhan standing firm despite being soaked in blood. Both fearful and overwhelmed by an inexplicable emotion.

The old man selling wonton knelt on the ground, looking at Zhan Xinzhang with tears streaming down his face.

“No!” Zhan Lan stepped forward, covering her grandfather’s chest to staunch the bleeding.

“Medical officer! Medical officer!” Zhan Lan supported Zhan Xinzhang as she called out desperately.

The accompanying medical officer rushed onto the tower with a medicine box, glancing at Zhan Xinzhang’s injuries, knowing there was no saving him.

Rather than tormenting his body, better to let the Old General save some energy to leave final words for his granddaughter.

The medical officer hesitated, unsure how to speak.

Zhan Xinzhang smiled laboriously at Zhan Lan, “Child, don’t grieve. We protected the civilians in the city. A general dies a hero’s death; for a general, it is the most glorious way to die… Don’t be sad, Grandfather is going to join your grandmother, you should be happy!”

Zhan Lan then noticed the ring her grandfather wore, the one from his marriage to her grandmother.

This ring, usually only worn during festivals, Grandfather brought to the frontier with the belief of certain death.

The white jade ring that once gleamed with a gentle sheen was now stained red, like blood jade.

Zhan Lan’s throat rolled, opening her mouth she found herself choking on words, unable to speak. Zhan Xinzhang’s gaze expressed: Don’t hate Grandfather, Grandmother must be lonely over there, Grandfather is going to accompany her.

Zhan Xinzhang lovingly looked at Zhan Lan, “Lan… you are Grandfather’s most proud granddaughter!”

In her panic, Zhan Lan uttered the one sentence that might stir her grandfather’s will to live, “Grandfather, Chu Yin is pregnant, you’re going to be a great-grandfather, you have to see your great-grandchild!”