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

The moonlight poured into the city wall like running water, and the entire city tower was already glowing red under the illumination of the fire tower. The Yan army that climbed up the city wall tower in Zhengdong did not immediately charge towards the horse paths on the north and south sides.

They first waited for a while in the city wall, and after the heavy armored infantry reinforcements brought square shields and spears, they charged towards the south together.

They knew that as soon as they engaged the enemy in the south, the enemy in the north would surely organize a battle for the city tower, which meant that the people on the northern city tower would return to defend, and then they would just have to let the subsequent people who climbed the city wall engage in battle with them.

In the battle on the city wall, melee troops naturally had the most advantage. Now, the Yan army, holding square shields and raising long spears, turned into a torrent of steel and rushed towards the south with great momentum.

On the other side, under the leadership of Jin Teng, the defenders finally gained a foothold on the south tower, and now they have even begun to launch an offensive against the enemy forces in the city.

Jin Teng lay on the battlement, staring at the city with his pair of tiger eyes.

There were already dozens of enemy chariots in the city, and the north, south and main city towers were attacking them together. The enemy soldiers who broke into the city were beaten so badly that they could not even show their heads.

Jin Teng felt extremely pleased as he watched the chariots being destroyed one after another. He had never gained an advantage since the beginning of the war, but now he was finally able to suppress the enemy. The enemy soldiers who entered the city could not even fight back and could only watch and die in the chariots. The offensive and defensive situations had changed, but Jin Teng still did not feel satisfied enough.

After all, from the very beginning, perhaps because they realized that they would be subjected to fierce firepower once entering the city, the enemy slowed down their pace of entering the city. It was obvious that these enemies were not really afraid of death.

Faced with a completely unstoppable offensive, they would still feel fear and then retreat, but this was not the situation Jin Teng wanted to see. When he gave up the Zhengdong Tower, he was already prepared to let the enemy enter Wengcheng.

If the enemy did not dare to advance at this time and chose to retreat instead, there would be no way to cause more casualties to them inside the city.

The fighting tonight has already passed the Chou hour, and I don't know how many people and weapons have been lost. If we can't inflict a heavy blow on the enemy, then tonight's battle to defend the city will have been a failure.

And His Majesty might blame us then, so no matter what, we must use the huge trap of the city wall to inflict heavy damage on the enemy!

Thinking of this, he beckoned his deputy general and said, "Pass the order down, slow down the attack!"

After hearing this, the deputy general looked puzzled: "Slow down the offensive? General, this..."

Jin Teng slapped him on the helmet and scolded him with a smile: "Don't you understand the art of playing hard to get?"

"The fighting is so fierce that they dare not enter the city. Let's slow down the attack and give them some breathing time. If they feel that our weapons are not enough, they will naturally launch a fierce attack."

Having said that, Jin Teng clenched his fist, swung it violently in the air, and said excitedly: "This is the only way to inflict heavy casualties on these arrogant creatures!"

"Yes! General!" The deputy general immediately passed the order outside.

The defenders on the city wall had already experienced a round of high-intensity shooting at the east gate. After receiving the order to slow down the offensive, many of them got a break. But even so, they did not dare to relax. Instead, they chose to check their weapons and supplies. After all, they would have to continue the fierce attack, and it would be very troublesome if they did not have enough weapons.

By the time the military order reached the defenders closest to the east, they had just organized a fierce attack.

Everyone was sweating profusely, and their clothes under the light armor were completely soaked. As archers, although they did not need to wear heavy armor and carry heavy weapons like the infantry, one bow had to shoot hundreds of arrows. During the several hours of continuous drawing the bow and shooting, their two arms almost never stopped.

You may not feel too much pain during the battle, but now when you stop, your arms feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead. The musketeers among them are much better off. They only need to load the lead bullets and put gunpowder into the chamber, and repeat this process.

But now they are not idle. The musketeers are already preparing the next round of ammunition. The baggage cart is right next to them. The small wooden cart is filled with weapons and ammunition. Half of them have been consumed in the previous fierce fighting, but there are still a lot in the main city tower. The baggage soldiers are continuously transporting weapons and ammunition from the main city tower to the north and south.

An archer leaned against the city wall, his sweaty face feeling the midnight breeze. He sighed softly, rubbing his aching right arm and sighing:

"I haven't fought such a tough battle in a long time."

"I'm so tired that I feel like I'm going to die."

The soldier next to him snorted, "You should slap yourself for saying such unlucky things." Before the man could speak, he continued:

"Are you tired, aren't others? Those guys started attacking the city at 3 p.m., and now it's already past 11 p.m. They've been attacking for five or six hours. There are only so many of them, but they can still fight for so long. Damn it..."

"They are not human at all."

After the words fell, the expression of the crossbowman from before gradually became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Honestly, have you ever thought that the people fighting against us are not the same group of people at all?"

"I think they were constantly changing who was fighting. A group of people would rush in to fight for a round, and then the reinforcements that came from behind would take over the battle and continue to launch a fierce attack."

"Oh? With such a fierce fight, you still found the time to observe carefully?"

"No, I was just guessing. It was a mess with people attacking everywhere. How could I tell them apart..."

The crossbowman exhaled a breath, lowered his head and untied the water bag from his waist. Just as he pulled out the cork, he glanced at the east side out of the corner of his eye. The next moment, his whole body stiffened and he took a step back unconsciously, and the cork in his hand fell.

Under the moonlight, a group of heavily armored infantry were rushing towards this side from the east city wall. Although there was still quite a distance between them, the torrent was already chilling enough.

The upright halberd seemed to pierce the night sky, and the broad iron shield pressed forward fiercely like a barrier.

"Oh no! The enemy is climbing the tower and attacking us!"

"Defend against the enemy! Defend against the enemy!!!"

A rapid warning sounded suddenly, followed by a panicked shout. After a brief panic, the soldiers immediately got into position.

Musketeers were interspersed among the crossbowmen, some standing and some squatting. They faced east and assumed shooting postures!

However, although the bridleway on top of the city wall was very wide, at least three or four meters wide, it was still impossible to form a battle formation. Therefore, some musketeers had already run to the rear and asked people to move the cannons down from the turrets.

However, the heavily armored infantrymen of the Yan Army were already running at full speed, with veins bulging on their necks, and they stretched their legs and sprinted forward at the fastest speed in their lives.

At this moment, the city wall seemed to be shaking, dust was rising on the horse path, and the torches on the battlements kept shaking as they ran at full speed. Amid the swaying flames, the deafening shouts of killing sounded like the collapse of heaven and earth.

The order they received was to crush all the people in front of this road and penetrate the entire outer city wall with unparalleled force!