Madman Dynasty

Ling Che pressed against the hot bricks of the city wall, his fingertips stained with uncold blood. The tongues of fire below were licking the broken wall, and black blood formed a river on the remaining snow. Black living corpses were spinning outside the fire, and the snoring sound in the throat was carried by the wind and drifted up the city. The remaining soldiers were scattered behind the battlements, some were sitting paralyzed with their swords hanging down, and some were staring blankly at the sky below, even the hands holding the weapons were shaking. Ling Che bent down and picked up the spear from the corpse of the soldier beside him - the spear shaft was stained with ice and blood, and was frozen stiff. He clenched the spear shaft tightly, his knuckles turning blue, and there was no panic in his eyes as he looked down, only a hardness sinking to the bottom: Even if the city is about to be broken, this spear must be blocked one more time.