Chapter 1413 - 338: Breaking the City

Chapter 1413: Chapter 338: Breaking the City

The Sword Saint once reflected on his personal experience that no matter how sharp the knives and swords in the hands of the street people were, they could not stir the imperial court’s storm.

Especially in the scene of golden spears and armored steeds, one person holding off an army is nearly unrealistic and impossible.

Individual bravery on a vast battlefield is just a slightly larger splash.

But when two armies face off with troops arranged, there are cases of a single force breaking through a point and from that point breaking the line.

Seize a breach, pry it open, and press forward, which often leads to a landslide for the opponent.

In the past, Lord Zheng’s long-distance raid at Snow Sea Pass was one such example.

Today, Fanli’s gate capture should fall into this category.

Indeed,

During the charge, Fanli’s personal martial strength and physical fitness played a huge role; otherwise, he wouldn’t have run so fast or managed to carry that meticulously crafted yet heavy coffin.

But the fundamental reason does not lie in Fanli’s martial prowess; there are plenty of good fighters in the Yan Army. Even if Fanli’s physique is one in ten thousand, wouldn’t it be the same if you used two generals to carry the coffin?

It’s clear that Fanli did not previously know whether the Chu State defenders would open the city gate and send out a group.

He merely exerted his foolish nature to do a foolish thing that a fool would do.

Then, the Chu people opened the city gate.

Then, Fanli decisively seized the opportunity.

Facts proved that being foolish and being silly are actually not the same thing.

Seven parts chance, two parts strength due to circumstances, plus one final part of fate.

In the end, Li Fusheng, having attacked West Mountain Castle for a long time without success, saw a crack appear.

The Chu people wanted to close the gate but never managed to; the Yan people, fearless of death, charged forward while under arrows from the walls.

The city gate is the weakest point of a city; even though it purged civilian utility for pure military use, the fortress still weakened the disadvantages of the city gate, but as long as the Chu people cannot give their soldiers wings, this entry-exit position will inevitably remain a vulnerability.

Above the city gate are grooves, densely packed with openings for arrows to shoot through, all aimed here.

Hot oil, continuously pouring down.

Fanli, who usually likes eating hot oil noodles, is now valiantly holding the door. Normally, he prepares the seasonings, piles the chili on top, and finally pours hot oil over them with a sizzling sound, causing the aroma to spread instantly.

Now, around him, many Yan Army soldiers have already started to give off a scent.

The Yan Army charging through the never fully closed city gate faces not only shooting from above but also fights against the Chu people inside, far outnumbering them. Entering now means they likely won’t come out standing again, yet the Yan Army keeps pushing forward.

This is enduring; this is consuming; this is fighting;

Days of repeated assaults on West Mountain Castle, from Li Fusheng above to the soldiers below, everyone harbors resentment.

The Chu people are adept at defense; they attacked spiritedly without gaining much momentum, initially the opportunity came when the Chu deliberately exposed a flaw and lured them into a trap.

Now, it’s much better than previous days; at least, hope is in sight.

...

From the high platform, Lord Zheng watched the grand scene ahead, internally worried that Fanli might truly die upfront.

Li Fusheng repeatedly grasped his sword hilt and then released it again and again.

His eyes have begun to redden.

This West Mountain Castle, he had been doggedly attacking for many days, but it was like the most experienced sister or servant in a red tent, deliberately teasing you but never letting you enter the alley;

For an ordinary person it’s hard to endure, let alone Li Fusheng diagnosed as a mental patient by a blind person?

He wished Zheng Fan would say:

Brother, go to the front and charge; I’ll take over commanding.

But Zheng Fan just stood there,

always keeping his body at an optimal angle with the sunlight, making the reflection from his golden armor more striking.

This wasn’t intentional from Lord Zheng but had become a professional habit.

Since Lord Zheng didn’t speak, Li Fusheng continued to endure this internal conflict, a form of suffering indeed.

Finally,

Li Fusheng couldn’t bear it.

"Well... Brother~"

Lord Zheng snapped back, hearing this tone, it seemed Li Fusheng suddenly faced urgent personal needs.

Turning his head to look at Li Fusheng, from his expression, Lord Zheng read what Li Fusheng wanted.

In fact,

At this moment it didn’t require any sophisticated command, everyone’s contention point was right there at that city gate.

The remaining task was simply to push various troops in order swiftly forward to spread and thin out the attention and strength of the defenders.

Lord Zheng thought he was still capable of managing this.

However,

how should I put it,

after the initial rush and attack by Fanli, Lord Zheng’s heart had calmed a bit, today, once this city breaks, most of the credit would fall on his shoulders, the glory would be bestowed upon him.

In short, not letting Ah Li’s efforts go to waste.

Lord Zheng smiled at Li Fusheng,

and said:

"Brother, go with confidence; here, I’ve got this."

Once he said this, Lord Zheng immediately turned his body upright, looking ahead.

A shame he didn’t have a fan on hand; he truly wished to create an image of elegant bearing speaking casually at the moment.

"Alright, Brother Zheng, I’m going!"

Unable to hold back, Li Fusheng, with Zheng Fan’s assurance, immediately grabbed onto a pillar supporting the high platform and slid down along it.

"Direct Thief, personal guard camp, charge with me!"