Yun Fei, however, wanted to see whether the other side would kill his men first, or if his men would wear down the other side first.
However, what he worried about most was that the enemy wouldn't deal with his suicidal soldiers first, but would directly launch a 'decapitation strike'.
But now that there was a Grand Marshal, he didn't have to worry about the enemy's decapitation strike... This huge army quickly attracted the attention of passersby.
Some farmers, seeing so many burly men, were so scared that they dropped their tools and ran straight into the city.
The news quickly reached Qingshan City.
At this time, Zhao Tieshan, the commander of Qingshan City, was patrolling the city wall when he suddenly received a report that an unknown army of several thousand was approaching the city.
He immediately ascended the city tower, and with the eyesight of a second-rate Martial Artist, he looked into the distance and gasped.
He saw dust rising in the distance, and an endless army was slowly advancing.
How could this be just a few thousand people?
At least tens of thousands!
Even more unsettling was that the soldiers of this army were all burly, with neat steps, clearly an elite and well-trained force.
"Quick! Close the city gates! All troops to alert!" Zhao Tieshan immediately ordered, "Send someone to inform the Prefect!"
The city immediately fell into chaos.
The defenders frantically closed the city gates and raised the drawbridge.
Prefect Zhou Wende rushed to the city tower, and when he saw the army outside the city, his face instantly turned ashen.
"This... where did this army come from?" His voice trembled, "Could it be that the barbarians from the north have invaded?"
"No," Zhao Tieshan shook his head, "We are at least several hundred li away from the barbarians; it's impossible for them to invade without any prior news."
"Then... whose army could this be?"
These people were all wearing coarse cloth clothes, looking like...
"Like what?"
"Like the private army of some aristocratic family," Zhao Tieshan said, frowning.
"But which aristocratic family could afford to support so many elites?"
"Moreover, each of these soldiers is strong, clearly well-treated."
"The strange thing is, since they are so well-maintained, why aren't they equipped with armor? They are all wearing hemp clothes and trousers."
While the two were discussing in low voices, Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming had already mounted a horse, snatched from who knows where, and was at the forefront of the army, looking up at the city wall.
At this moment, his heart was pounding.
To be honest, he used to come here to sell game, but he never expected to be attacking the city this time.
He had actually suspected whether his lord was testing him; after all, rebellion was no laughing matter.
But looking at the assembled army—which had grown to tens of thousands overnight—he understood that his lord was serious and had truly entrusted him with military power.
After taking a deep breath, Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming looked up at the city wall and shouted loudly:
"I am Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming, Grand Marshal of the Da Fei Dynasty!"
"You all surrender quickly, and you may yet live; if you stubbornly resist, when the city falls, no quarter will be given!"
Zhao Tieshan and Zhou Wende on the city wall heard this, and their faces immediately turned ashen.
"Da Fei Dynasty?" Zhou Wende gritted his teeth, "Where did that come from? Why have I never heard of it before?"
Zhao Tieshan narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the army outside the city.
Although these soldiers were simply dressed, they were all burly and disciplined.
Even more unsettling was that their numbers were still increasing, probably already reaching thirty thousand.
"My lord," Zhao Tieshan said in a low voice, "Our defending force is only three thousand; I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what!" Zhou Wende interrupted sharply, "They are just a rabble!"
"They didn't even bring ladders or battering rams, and they want to attack the city? What a joke!"
"They can't even get through the city gate; they can't possibly climb up one by one with their bare hands, can they?"
He immediately ordered: "Pass down the order, archers prepare!"
Outside the city, Grand Marshal Zhang Lieming saw no response, turned his head, and looked at the dense army of suicidal soldiers behind him.
He swallowed, and raised the long saber in his hand:
"Brothers! Prepare to attack the city!"
Thirty thousand suicidal soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
They advanced towards the city wall with neat steps, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Seeing this, the defending soldiers on the wall showed expressions of terror, and some new recruits even had wobbly legs, almost collapsing.
"Shoot! Shoot quickly!"
Zhou Wende also shouted in terror.
Although he looked down on these enemies who hadn't even prepared siege weapons, the sight of thirty thousand people advancing in unison was still terrifying.
Arrows rained down, but the suicidal soldiers were fearless.
They raised wooden planks or stones they had brought from various places to block in front of them and continued to advance.
Arrows that hit their bodies only penetrated shallowly, unable to cause fatal damage.
These suicidal soldiers had bulging muscles; ordinary arrows could barely even leave a wound.
"This... are these even human?" Zhao Tieshan was dumbfounded.
In a blink of an eye, the suicidal soldiers had rushed to the foot of the city.
They did not use any siege weapons, but instead directly smashed into the city gate with astonishing strength.
The rest of the suicidal soldiers who didn't have a position to attack dug their fingers firmly into the wall cracks, preparing to climb up.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The heavy impacts sounded like muffled thunder, and the entire city wall trembled slightly with them.
Zhao Tieshan's face changed drastically, and he roared:
"Pour the fire oil! Pour the fire oil quickly!"
Several defenders frantically poured down scorching fire oil.
However, an even more shocking scene appeared—the suicidal soldiers drenched in fire oil showed no reaction, continuing to frantically smash into the city gate.
Their skin sizzled from the burns, but they didn't even flinch.
"This... are these people?"
Zhou Wende's face was pale, his legs gave way, and he slumped to the ground.
At the same time, the dozens of suicidal soldiers at the very front had already dug footholds in the city wall with their fingers, and the suicidal soldiers behind them quickly climbed up.
The fingers of the first few suicidal soldiers were already bloody and mangled, yet they seemed to feel no pain, their movements still swift and powerful.
"Shoot! Shoot them dead!"
Zhao Tieshan shouted hoarsely, then snatched a longbow, aimed at a suicidal soldier about to climb onto the city wall, and shot.
The arrow accurately pierced the suicidal soldier's body, but he only paused slightly and continued to climb upwards.
Blood continuously gushed from the wound, but it did not affect his movements in the slightest.
"Monsters... these are truly monsters..."
"They are definitely not human, they are monsters."
The defending soldiers were terrified, many had already thrown down their weapons and began to flee in all directions.
The first suicidal soldier finally climbed onto the city wall.
He was covered in blood, with a crimson glow in his eyes, and he swung his saber without hesitation.