"Jiang Yuanhao, you are not my match. If you lead your troops to surrender, I can spare your life and ensure the safety of your family."
Yan Beifei rode the Flying Cloud Stepping Snow White Horse, his eyes slightly cold.
Over the past month, they had engaged in seven tug-of-war-like battles with the East Wood Army in Guangyin, Wooden Pool, and Wucheng, finally reaching the enemy's stronghold in East Sea City.
At the moment, his fifty thousand Imperial Army troops were somewhat fatigued, with a loss of more than ten thousand riders.
Furthermore, the allied troops of family associations, recruited and gathered along the way, have suffered losses of seventy to eighty thousand.
The East Wood Army claims it has three hundred thousand, but even if that's inflated, there are still two hundred thousand.
Moreover, among the common people who followed Jiang Yuanhao in rebellion, some formidable leaders have emerged through years of warfare.
Heroes abound among the masses.
