The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

Outside the Sheep and Horse Wall, several ladder trucks have arrived at the city gate. Compared with ladders that can only accommodate one person, these ladder trucks have a much greater carrying capacity.

Although their height was not as high as that of the simple ladder and they could not directly help people climb over the wall, as soon as they reached the city wall, the Yan soldiers immediately lifted the ladder from below and built a second step. The Yan soldiers on the carts began to move upwards one after another.

Compared with ordinary cities, the Sheep and Horse Wall of the giant city of Nan Ze is longer and wider. The Sheep and Horse Wall can play a very strong role in dealing with foreign invasions, but with the fall of the Sheep and Horse Wall, it has now become the position of the Yan soldiers.

Thanks to this wide and long Sheep and Horse Wall, the Yan soldiers only need to set up ladders to carry out multiple landings. Although the shooting from the Qian Army in the inner city is fierce, the Yan soldiers are not afraid of life and death at all, and they still quickly occupied the Sheep and Horse Wall on the east gate side at an extremely fast speed.

And then they started to shoot fiercely. Although heavy firearms could not be brought to the tower, everyone had individual firearms. At this moment, they fired at the outer tower.

As for the city, as the carts rushed in one after another, the cannons loaded on the carts were also carried out one after another by the Yan soldiers.

This scene made Jin Teng, who was on the outer city wall, feel his hair stand on end. Although he had ordered all the soldiers to shoot at the enemy soldiers who broke into the city, more and more Yan soldiers gathered upstairs and downstairs.

That would be fine, but he had never seen a soldier so fearless.

Faced with such a fierce attack from their side, they seemed to turn a blind eye. Even when their companions were shot through by crossbows and had a big hole in their chests by artillery fire, the others did not react at all and continued to do what they were supposed to do calmly.

It was as if they didn't know what "death" was, as if they were born to be cold-blooded and ruthless killing weapons on the battlefield.

Even though they were seriously injured and their hands and feet were pierced by sharp arrows, these people were still fearless, as if their bodies did not belong to them at all. It seemed that only when they were completely turned into corpses would these people stop moving.

If it were an ordinary army, they would have retreated at this time, but they ignored it and launched offensive again and again, completely ignoring all attacks.

"Buzz!"

Jin Teng stared with his eyes wide open, sweat dripping down his face, and a buzzing sound came from his mind.

Such terrifying troops were something he had never seen in his life. Even the barbarians, who were always brave and fearless, were nothing compared to them.

At this moment, he suddenly realized with a sense of fear that his previous withdrawal from Jinling seemed to be an extremely wise decision.

When he retreated from Nanjing, he still felt a little unhappy. He thought that although the Shenji Camp had not yet been fully formed, as long as they had firearms in hand, they would definitely be able to fight against the rebels who had never heard of firearms at that time.

But now it seems that even if the rebels do not have firearms, these fearless people alone can put the Shenji Camp into a state of decline, and it may even be destroyed at that time.

Now facing this rebel army, even though Jin Teng's scalp was tingling, he could only suppress the fear in his heart and choose to respond to their offensive without reservation!

"Quick! They are going to use artillery! We must not let them use artillery in the city. The enemy soldiers on the tower should slow down first and aim the artillery at the people below!"

"Blast it for me!" Jin Teng's veins popped out and he roared at the top of his lungs.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Teng pulled over an adjutant and yelled into his ear:

"Hurry to Neiweng City! Ask them to bring the artillery from Neiweng City here! Tell them that the enemy's attack is too fierce and we don't have enough artillery here!"

In order to deal with the rebellion, the superiors set up multiple lines of defense, so these artillery pieces were not gathered in one place. However, as the war progressed, the strong advance of the rebels repeatedly made the city defense and counterattack tactics ineffective.

Under the current offensive, Jin Teng dared not imagine how these enemy soldiers, who were born for battle and did not spare their lives, would advance into the city if this place was lost.

Now it seems that abandoning the Yangma Wall too early was undoubtedly a wrong decision!

The superiors underestimated the offensive of the rebels and overestimated the difficulty of implementing the tactic of luring the enemy into a trap, allowing the rebels to easily advance into Yangma City. This was no longer luring the enemy into a trap, but rather inviting a wolf into the house.

And the so-called next tactic of killing the rebels and then pursuing them now seems to be nonsense!

If we had focused on the first line of defense, the Sheep and Horse Wall, from the very beginning, even though we would have to face constant enemy fire, at the cost of heavy casualties, we might have been able to curb their momentum in attacking the city.

Jin Teng was annoyed. The entire tactic was planned with the participation of His Majesty, but now it seemed that the direction was wrong from the beginning. Just defending the city was an extremely difficult task.

Now, Jin Teng has no choice but to fight.

The adjutant who received the order did not dare to delay and immediately went down the city wall to the inner city.

In the corner tower, Xiao Hu, who was standing in front of the arrow window, was sweating profusely. He kept drawing arrows from the quiver on his back, and then shot them at the Yan soldiers below the city.

Up to this point, he had already emptied four quivers, but fortunately, as archers, they had enough bows and arrows to deal with this battle. After all, the superiors had expected from the beginning that the battle might last for several days or even half a month.

Of course, the premise is that the enemy will retreat after suffering casualties. As long as they dare to organize troops and launch offensives again and again, they can be repelled again and again. During this period, the enemy's troops will be rapidly consumed.

They have no reinforcements, so if they die, they die. At the end of the war, their side will surely win if nothing unexpected happens.

but now.

The accident came too fast, so fast that even though he kept shooting arrows, he still couldn't stop more and more people from rushing into the city.

Sweat continued to drip down his eyebrows, gradually blurring his vision. His arms became more and more sore. The three fingers that were pulling the bow had become red and swollen. The stinging pain made his temples start to throb. Xiao Hu held his breath but was reluctant to let it out.

From the time he was born to the time he joined the army a few months ago, he has lived in Nanze for seventeen years.

At the steamed bun shop near his home, he could buy a tray of steamed buns for three cents, and they were delicious. Last year, the needlework girl Sister Gu who came to Zhao's Tailor Shop on the next street always had crescent-shaped eyes when she smiled, and the boy blushed and felt excited. But later he learned that she had a three-year-old son, and her husband was Old Zheng, the hot-tempered butcher who sold pork at the bridge. The boy lost interest and never went to the tailor shop to have his clothes altered again.

But after all, Nan Ze City, where he was born and raised, holds a very heavy weight in his heart.

Just as the superiors said, once the rebels enter the city, they will certainly massacre the entire city. In this way, everything that he is familiar with will no longer exist.

Just because of this, he could not put down the bow and arrow no matter what.

After emptying another quiver, Xiao Hu called out hastily, "Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang! Do you have any more arrows?"

Not hearing any answer, Xiao Hu turned his head away.

But what caught my eyes was Brother Zhang, who had a pale face and blood at the corners of his mouth. From the corners of his mouth to his collar, and then to the armor on his chest, the blood seemed to have soaked him through, and there was already a pool of blood under his body.

The bangs of bows and arrows, the explosions of artillery fire, and the roars and shouts of thousands of people filled Xiao Hu's ears.

However, the sound of coughing up blood beside me was as gentle as the night breeze, disappearing into thin air without anyone noticing.

Xiao Hu's face turned pale instantly, his hands began to tremble violently, and his bow fell. He opened his mouth, but could not make a sound.

Instead, Brother Zhang, after coughing up a large mouthful of blood, gradually moved closer to him.