Even beasts have survival instincts, let alone humans?
But unfortunately, their weakness prevents them from breaking through the arrows of the Tang Army or charging into the Tang Army's main camp.
Below Wuguo City, it's no longer a battlefield, but a hell on earth.
Those figures that once fought desperately are now all lying prostrate.
The path that once symbolized hope is now paved with the end of despair, bodies piled up densely, stretching from the base of the city walls to several hundred paces before the Tang Army's main camp.
Most of them remain in a forward-falling posture, some still clutching their poor-quality weapons that are long dulled or broken, others reaching out futilely, as if trying to grasp the last thread of an illusory escape.
Gao Wuzhi's body is among them as well.
By this time, he had long since drawn his last breath, his eyes full of despair.
