sinovels Chapter 308 Guarding Situation
Chapter 308 Guarding Situation
Now, let's talk about the battlefield.
Three loud explosions echoed across the open field.
The soldiers on the city wall were so shocked that they fell silent. The once noisy city wall became unusually quiet in an instant.
Only the wind stirred the large flag, making a rustling sound.
And below the city wall.
The people who were running desperately forward carrying soil were shaken by the huge explosion behind them. Many of them were so frightened that they threw off the soil bags on their backs and collapsed to the ground.
The Heavenly King Army, which was closest to the three catapults, suffered a terrible fate.
First were the soldiers operating several repeating crossbow carts.
Their repeating crossbows and catapults were in a straight line, and some of the repeating crossbows were even placed on either side of the catapults.
The catapult was shattered, and fragments shot out in all directions, piercing through the human body like countless sharp arrows.
The soldiers operating the repeating crossbow carts fell dead as if struck by wooden stakes.
Even large pieces of hardwood and steel knocked over and smashed the repeating crossbow cart.
The loud noise, combined with the rising smoke and dust, created a mushroom-shaped column of smoke and dust several meters into the air.
Not far in front of the catapults were over a thousand elite Heavenly King Army soldiers carrying ladders and trench wagons, eager to attack the city.
Then an explosion rang out, followed by a flurry of debris.
The soldiers at the back of the formation who were close by were swept away. Because the distance was relatively far enough, most of them were injured and fell to the ground, screaming in agony.
The other soldiers in the formation turned around in shock, quite frightened; some even dropped their swords and spears in fright.
The formation of over a thousand people instantly descended into chaos.
Some were so frightened that they ran forward, while others tried to run back to find out what had happened.
The soldiers scattered like headless flies.
Behind the column of smoke and dust.
The sound of horses neighing could be heard.
Warhorses are trained to withstand the clash of swords and the roar of thousands on the battlefield.
However, the three explosions were too fast and too sudden, startling the horse.
Many horses in the formation stumbled and ran wildly, affecting more than ten formations and causing slight disruptions in their formations.
Wait until the dust settles slightly.
Yan Nanxing could barely make out the situation in the Heavenly King Army's formation from the city wall.
All that could be seen was the banner bearing the character "Li".
The middle-aged man in golden armor, who appeared to be Li Tianwang, had messengers rushing out to reassure the various factions.
Then a messenger rushed to the city wall and struck a gong, signaling the retreat of the troops.
First, the elite infantry formation of over a thousand men carried the ladders and trench wagons away slowly, taking the opportunity to carry the wounded away as well.
Then even the civilians who had been captured by the Heavenly King Army and brought to storm the city were allowed to leave.
The retreat was chaotic.
As a result, many civilians threw down the sandbags without the soldiers taking offense.
It only took a short while.
The area beneath the city wall, which was originally a densely packed battlefield, has now become largely empty.
Sacks of dirt were carelessly thrown about, and the bodies of fallen cannon fodder lay scattered haphazardly in front of the trench.
far away.
The thousand-strong army left behind several corpses and pools of blood wherever they went.
Behind the military formation were the three catapults that had been blasted into pieces.
Yan Nanxing originally only hoped that Yang Silang could hit the catapult, destroy some of its precision components, and prevent it from launching for three to five days.
Even at such a distance, Yang Silang said he could only shoot four arrows, not expecting to hit all of them, even hitting one or two would be fine.
But to his utter surprise, Yang Silang only fired three arrows and completely destroyed the three catapults.
Judging from the scene, it's already shattered into pieces.
Even the most legendary master craftsmen couldn't repair it.
"Haha, I've struck gold..." Yan Nanxing was overjoyed.
Three catapults were destroyed, along with a number of repeating crossbows.
It will be much easier for him to defend the west city wall.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry..." he repeatedly ordered, urging the soldiers around him to move.
Clean up and repurpose the injured and deceased.
They pushed aside and moved the broken stones on the city wall, clearing a new passage.
In addition, the number of personnel losses will be assessed and replenished from the local militia.
Then they hurriedly requisitioned curtains and mats from all over the city to set up tents on the city walls, and also covered the key city towers with cowhide.
In this way, the enemy's crossbow bolts could be blocked by the curtain, and the bolts would not be very lethal when they actually fell.
It was a quarter of an hour later when Yan Nanxing finished arranging the various defensive tasks for the west city wall.
He looked out of the city.
The thousand or so infantrymen who had gone out earlier returned to the enemy's main formation with siege equipment, and had already regrouped and sat down on the ground.
Even the civilians who were merely cannon fodder were driven to the sides of the great formation.
Although he was young, he had fought many battles alongside his adoptive father, General Hei, and could tell at a glance that there was no possibility of a large-scale battle on the west city wall today.
The enemy could neither organize the actions of filling the ditches and scaling the city walls again.
It is already afternoon.
The rebel army's attack on the city was originally intended to use catapults to severely damage the defending troops and clear and fill in the trenches and obstacles.
This was to prepare for the actual siege in the future, so that when a large army was actually sent to swarm and scale the city, it would be a hindrance.
Now that the catapults are destroyed, the enemy army has suffered a major blow and its morale has been shattered. If they retreat now, it will be impossible for them to attack again today.
Because it takes a lot of time to regroup and advance to the city.
Without catapults, relying solely on human lives to push forward, how many lives would have to be sacrificed against the city walls and moats?
Besides, it's getting late.
If the rebel army gains the upper hand in a siege, they will be unable to attack once it gets dark, which would be a waste of time.
Since a fight can't break out here.
Yan Nanxing listened intently, and could still hear the sound of huge stones crashing against the city walls on both sides.
"Oh no, the Heavenly King's army has also prepared catapults from other directions!"
"Just how much good stuff did Governor Yuan leave for the rebel army?!"
Yan Nanxing complained and ordered his men to bring over the horses. He then led three or five personal guards and galloped along the city wall.
soon.
He rode his horse to the south city wall.
Sun Shiwei is in charge here.
Chaos reigned on the city wall, with several large pits containing what appeared to be human flesh and blood. The soldiers were in complete disarray.
Three catapults were lined up in a row below the city in the distance.
At the location of one of the catapults, it appeared that the cable section was broken, and dozens of people were anxiously running around it.
Another catapult also appeared to be broken in one place, but a carpenter was on site repairing it with wood, so it shouldn't be badly damaged.
There was also a catapult, the site of which was completely destroyed, leaving only a large crater.
To the left and right of the several catapults, there were also six or seven large pits scattered around, which looked extremely terrifying.
Fu Liunian, the Grandmaster of Wujing Pagoda Town, stood on the city wall, his face as white as paper, sweat billowing from his head and forming a column of air, panting heavily.
He wasn't wearing armor, just a long robe, which was now completely soaked.
Sweat dripped down the hem of his robe, leaving damp patches on the city bricks.
Its once upright posture has now bent over.
It is said that his hands, which are capable of shattering gold and breaking iron, seem to struggle even when holding a giant bow, and his hands are trembling.
A group of armored soldiers with shields stood beside him, protecting him from enemy crossbow fire.
Sun Shiwei bent down and took Fu Liunian's bow as if serving an ancestor, and then helped him carefully walk a few steps back from the parapet.
"Grandmaster, thank you for your hard work..."
"He fired ten arrows in quick succession."
"From 800 paces away, three out of ten shots hit!"
"One catapult is broken, one is severely damaged, and one is completely destroyed."
"That's a truly great achievement!"
"I will certainly report this truthfully to the General and request commendation for you!"
Fu Liunian waved his hand, too tired to speak, but his eyes on his aged face showed a satisfied expression.
His ability to draw ten arrows was the culmination of years of accumulated experience, a normal performance by a grandmaster.
Fu Liunian had only studied archery, not been an expert, and had never shot that far.
Fortunately, I had good luck today.
Three out of ten arrows hit the target. One arrow narrowly grazed the catapult's surface, another hit a vital spot but was at the wrong angle, and the last arrow landed perfectly, destroying the catapult.
The other seven arrows were shot around the catapult, but they didn't have much effect.
Pity.
Fu Liunian thought that if he had practiced his bow properly back then, he could have destroyed all three catapults today.
Sun Shiwei turned his head and saw Yan Nanxing, and hurriedly addressed him as General.
"What brings you here?"
"Is everything alright in the west side?"
Yan Nanxing's expression was subtle as he shook his head.
"Things are fine over there now; the enemy troops can't fight anymore."
Sun Shiwei exclaimed in surprise.
"Didn't they say that Li Tianwang's banner had already reached the western city walls?"
"Aren't there any catapults over there?"
Yan Nanxing nodded.
"Yes, there are three."
Sun Shiwei felt something was wrong.
"Then how come everything's fine on your end?"
He glanced at Fu Liunian and shook his head.
"Unfortunately, Grandmaster Fu fired ten arrows in succession."
"He has exhausted all his internal energy and cannot use it for two consecutive days. He needs to rest and cannot help you with anything."
Yan Nanxing shook his head repeatedly.
"No need to trouble the Grandmaster."
"I've taken care of it on my end."
Sun Shiwei remembered that Yang Silang was assisting Yan Nanxing in defending the city, so he asked.
"Is that Shiro over there?"
"He practiced archery in preparation for the military examination."
"It should be able to shoot about 800 paces."
"How was it resolved?"
"Oh, I know, the enemy's catapults broke down?"
"No..." Yan Nanxing didn't know how to describe it, "It was Si Lang who hit the target."
"Mid-level damage? Major damage?" Sun Shiwei looked surprised, thinking that the other party was lucky.
Yan Nanxing spoke with difficulty.
"Completely destroy the three catapults."
"Only three arrows were fired, and all three hit their targets!"
"What?" Sun Shiwei exclaimed in surprise.
A scene flashed through his mind in a daze.
That was two and a half years ago.
One afternoon, Yang Silang, who was then the Steel-Dirty Martial Arts Master, sought an audience with him in the military camp.
Yang said that he had a relative who was mentally challenged and asked for help to obtain the brain of the Golden Trout Demon, hoping to cure the problem by using the same brain.
He readily agreed and acted swiftly.
Conversely, he told his confidants that if this person came again, they should say they had important business to attend to, give him some space, and not be too enthusiastic.
But Yang Silang never asked him to do anything again after that, and their relationship seemed to have stagnated from that moment on, as if a line had been drawn in an unseen place.
If I had been more enthusiastic and less polite and calculating back then, what would our relationship be like now?
Fu Liunian, standing to the side, slapped his thigh repeatedly, a look of regret flashing across his face.
"Good lad..."
"Excellent archery..."
"Good lad..."
"Excellent archery..."
"How come it's Master...?"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch..."