Chapter 1415 - 338: Breaching the City (Part 3)

Chapter 1415: Chapter 338: Breaching the City (Part 3)

"Roar!"

Fanli had long lost track of where his axe went, but at this moment, he had no way out, for behind him were the soldiers of the Yan Army charging forward. Even if there were a sea of fire ahead, he could only grit his teeth and push forward.

However, Fanli had no intention of retreating. Today, he was determined to perform well and protect the little red flag he received last round!

He grabbed two corpses from the ground and used them as a shield in front of him, then charged forward once again.

Truthfully, he was already very tired, but his barbarian bloodline gave him enduring stamina.

"Bang!"

Fanli, like a massive iron tank, flung himself once more, toppling a bunch, but this time, two long lances pierced into his abdomen.

Fortunately, under his armor, there was the cotton armor, and within that, the Golden Silk Soft Armor that Siniang had woven for everyone, so even though the spears pierced through, they got stuck. He was bleeding and injured for sure, but he wasn’t punctured through.

Fanli wrapped both arms around the spears, pulling up the two spearmen with them.

At this moment, other spearmen also rushed around.

Luckily, soldiers of the Yan Army charged in as well, and in a matter of moments, if they were just two steps too late, Fanli would have turned into a real pincushion.

......

"Order the cavalry to charge in!"

On the high platform, Lord Zheng issued the command.

Doing so was actually quite dangerous, and the order seemed like it came from a rookie who only knew theory.

The area was crowded with Yan Army soldiers all eager to get through the gate; even if the cavalry entered the battlefield, they would only be blocked by their own men at the edges.

Forcefully charging in would likely trample their own people.

But Lord Zheng gave this order because Li Fusheng himself was on the frontline, leading forces primarily composed of the old Northern Army.

The troops were of high quality and the soldiers had ample battlefield experience, capable of executing what others could not.

Remember, when they marched south into Qian State, Li Fusheng led a solo charge into the Assault Battalion with a horse lance while his subordinates continued operations like pressing, feigning, coordinating, and slicing with remarkable order under different leaders.

That’s elite for you!

Sure enough,

when the cavalry began picking up speed into the battlefield,

frontline soldiers, hearing the hoofbeats from behind, instinctively made way even without orders from an official. Amidst such chaos, original formations were long lost, making it hard for officers to issue direct commands.

But everyone moved in unison to step back, creating a path for their cavalry.

From a distant, elevated point, like the view Lord Zheng had, one could clearly see the dark mass of people below the city wall parting like waters as if Moses were dividing the river.

Initially, there was some hindrance, but gradually, the cavalry’s path cleared up.

Then, they picked up full speed, raising their horse lances.

"Resolve in assault!"

"Death with no life!"

"Death with no life!"

This batch of cavalrymen wore heavy armor, even their warhorses were armored, though few in number, they led the charge into the gate like a spear tip guiding fellow soldiers behind them.

"Bang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In an instant, the battle formation arranged by Chu people behind the city walls was broken into scattered pieces, the battlefield within the city opened up, and the Yan Army began flooding in like a tide.

"Phew..."

Lord Zheng let out a long breath.

The battle was far from over, but the situation had unfolded; now it was about clearing the Chu army within the city, it would still be a fierce battle with casualties, but the tide had turned.

Outside, all routes were already covered by other Yan armies and scouting riders, unless Nian Yao intended to preemptively engage in a field battle, Chu reinforcements were impossible.

The Chu soldiers inside the city, having lost the walls to lean on, were just prolonging the inevitable with their resistance.

Lord Zheng issued a few more directives, mainly about setting up outer defenses to prevent enemy breakout and arranging the rear camp.

Afterward, he delegated a deputy under Li Fusheng to stay on the high platform observing the situation, and dismounted.

A Ming was standing at the base of the platform.

He had to be ready, just in case My Lord was hit by a Chu trebuchet again; he had to catch him when he jumped down, or at the very least act as a cushion.

The Pixiu was also beside A Ming, serving as another cushion.

Lord Zheng mounted the Pixiu and said to A Ming, "Follow me in and check on Ah Li."

"Yes, my lord."

This section of the wall was now completely under Yan Army control; the inside was still a bloody fight, but this place had grown quiet.

Lord Zheng rode the Pixiu through the gate.

"Oh."

A Ming let out a cold snort.

Lord Zheng turned around to see A Ming standing in front of a coffin that was utterly destroyed.

This was his bed, his carefully designed and crafted nook.

Now,

it was gone.

Though A Ming was very angry, Lord Zheng couldn’t resist teasing, "I don’t get why you’d make a coffin out of lightning-struck wood, is it for some shocking effect when you lie in it?"

Lightning-struck wood was supposed to ward off evil spirits.

A Ming shook his head and said, "It’s like electrical therapy, very tingly and comfortable."

"We’ll have another one made for you later. This time, it earned its stripes. Besides, since Shi Yuantang already laid in it, you probably don’t want it back, thinking it dirty."

Soon enough, Lord Zheng spotted Fanli.

Fanli, covered in blood, was sitting in a corner. Xue Three, who had entered the city earlier, was tending to Fanli’s injuries.

As Lord Zheng rode his Pixiu over,

he vaguely saw that Xue Three seemed quite happy and excited, with a mischievous grin on his face, speaking to Fanli, his expression full of schadenfreude.

And then,

Fanli, who was quietly sitting there, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Xue Three’s third leg.

"Oh oh oh oh!!!!"

Xue Three, the assassin, was shamelessly ambushed in that critical area, leading to immediate screams.

At that moment,

Fanli saw My Lord approaching.

He immediately released his grip,

and his face resumed a simple, honest smile.

Xue Three hunched over, clutching his crotch, his expression resembling a daisy.

It seemed that despite his serious injuries, Fanli was not in critical condition.

"My lord,"

Fanli called, with a simple smile;

his broad palm wiped on the ground.

Lord Zheng nodded,

waved his hand,

and said:

"I’ll go take a look up ahead, you guys continue."

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