Emperors of the Heavens: Summon the Governor of the East Factory at the beginning

Chapter 77: The attack and defense of Lingwu City, a tragic battle

The year of Da Cang Ruide, December 25th!
In Lingwu City, Wang Li and Zhang Yuan stood on the city tower. All the soldiers looked solemnly at the densely packed and overwhelming three-state rebels below the city.

Standing at the top of the city, Zhang Yuan said in a deep voice: "The reinforcements dispatched by the court from various states have not yet arrived. Now we only have more than 40 troops. Facing millions of rebels attacking the city, this battle is not easy to fight."

Wang Li looked calm and said: "No need to worry, King Zhenshan cannot defeat Lingwu City, but a fierce battle is inevitable."

Zhang Yuan did not ask why Wang Li was so confident, but looked to the north and said worriedly: "I don't know when reinforcements from various states will arrive?"

Wang Li smiled helplessly after hearing this, and then said: "Don't worry, the dispatch orders for the garrison from each state have been sent out long ago. This half month should be enough for the governors from each state to mobilize troops to come for support."

Zhang Yuan glanced at Wang Li, and said, "Marshal, you are quite open-minded."

Wang Li shook his head and said: "Although the opponent has more than 300 million troops, the number that can participate in the siege is only 60 at most."

"We will defend the city, which is enough to support the arrival of reinforcements."

"But if the reinforcements are delayed, we won't be able to delay for long." Zhang Yuan said with a serious face.

Wang Li also smiled after hearing this and said, "Don't worry, Commander Zhang, it won't take long, just hold on for two or three days."

Two or three days?
Zhang Yuan looked at Wang Li and said, "It's time for us to go out of the city and attack the rebels by then, right?"

"Yes, as long as reinforcements arrive, we can counterattack the enemy."

Wang Li nodded.

"Ugh-"

"Ugh-"

"Ugh-"

Three trumpets sounded, which was the signal for the three-state coalition to begin their attack.

"Kill!"

The roar of the mountain and the tsunami-like shouts of killing surged toward Lingwu City. Countless soldiers from the three-state coalition began to charge towards the city gate. Looking from a distance, the entire land was drowned by the flow of people. This scene was so shocking.

Wang Li said to the guard of Lingwu City: "It is your duty to garrison Lingwu City. You take command, and I will sit in the rear."

The guard of Lingwu City was not polite, nodded and said: "Okay, then I'll trouble the marshal."

At this time, the enemy troops were almost rushing to the city. The defender immediately asked people to shoot arrows to kill the enemies, and at the same time, he took out the city defense equipment and prepared for battle.

The rain of arrows was flying all over the sky, and the enemy soldiers rushed forward carrying the dense rain of arrows, holding their shields.

The soldiers behind pushed the cloud chariot to the bottom of the city, and then countless soldiers scrambled to climb the ladders, raised their shields and rushed towards the city wall.

But before these soldiers could get close to the wall, they were smashed down by the officers and soldiers guarding the city with rolling logs.

The sound of killing was deafening, and even God seemed to be frightened by the momentum of this war. The original rain stopped for a while, and the clouds rolled away.

"Put it down! Hold on!"

An officer and soldier holding a spear was hit by a rebel arrow and fell to the ground immediately. The surrounding soldiers saw this and quickly came over.

"Where's the golden juice! Burn these sons of bitches to death!"

General Lingwu kept shouting loudly, and the veins on his neck looked particularly ferocious under his armor. When the war started, everyone fell into madness.

Rows of soldiers holding spears, seeing the opportunity, pushed and stabbed the rebel soldiers who rushed up. Some officers and soldiers held up a stick full of iron teeth and threw it down to beat the enemy soldiers. Bloody head.

And these rebels are also extremely ferocious, one by one they are like vicious wolves, constantly pouncing on them, and every time they kill one, another one will rush up.

In just over ten minutes, the city wall was soaked in hot blood, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was nauseating.

"Ah! My eyes! My eyes!"

"John Doe! Get the hell over here!"

"Hand! Ah! My hand!"

Outside Lingwu City, corpses of rebel soldiers fell from the battlements of the ladder, and the ground below instantly turned red, stumped limbs and arms, and internal organs were scattered everywhere.

One of the city defenders just stretched out his spear and wanted to strike down the oncoming enemy, but his arm was cut off by the rebels outside.

The blood sprayed out all over the surrounding colleagues, but no one had time to care about the soldier with a severed hand at this moment.

After the soldier screamed, he immediately wrapped his broken wound with a cloth, then pulled out the knife with one hand and continued to push it.

Another soldier's mouth was scratched by an arrow, and half of his mandible was exposed, but he didn't seem to know it and continued to fight desperately.

Everyone was red-eyed, including the rebels and the Lingwu defenders. They all transformed into the most primitive beasts, trying hard to tear off a piece of meat from the opponent.

Wang Li, who was at the top of the city tower, watched all this calmly. His eyes were calm and scary, as if the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him could not shake his soul at all.

At the same time, the rebel camp was under the city.

Zhenshan Wang Jiang Yu sat on his horse and looked at the battlefield in the distance, also without any expression, as if he didn't care about the soldiers from the three states who fell like dumplings one by one.

From a distance, the walls of Lingwu City were stained red with blood, and the blood could be smelled from a distance.

On the battlefield, arrows were flying like rain, and strings were like thunder. Soldiers from the three states had already launched countless charges, and each time they were only a little short of reaching the top of the wall.

The crash car slowly pushed over, and the rebels planned to break open the gate of Lingwu City.

Seeing this, the guard of Lingwu City shouted: "Destroy this thing for me! Kill these traitors!"

Soldiers smashed cans one after another from the top of the city. The cans hit the crash car. The rebel soldiers below smelled the smell of oil in the rich blood.

At this time, several rockets were fired, and the entire collision suddenly burst into flames.

Jiang Yu saw that the attack was somewhat hindered, so he waved to the back, and catapults were pushed out and lined up neatly in front of the military formation.

"Fire!" shouted one of the generals.

Soldiers on both sides used torches to ignite the "black" stone bullets loaded into the catapults, and then the operators calculated the distance accurately and launched the violent flints.

The [-]-kilogram stone bullets streaked across the gloomy sky with fierce fire, like meteorites falling from the sky, and flew towards the majestic Lingwu City.

"boom!!!"

With an angry shout, the heavy artillery hit the city head, and some wall stacks were directly blown to pieces. The soldiers who had no time to dodge were hit by the heavy artillery, and their bodies were directly smashed into pulp.

And some of the more unfortunate ones, who were only hit on half of their bodies or limbs, let out miserable screams.

Because it was not only the pain, which was basically unfeelable at that moment, but also the fear of death and the burning of the fierce fire.

Under the bombardment of stone cannons, the entire Lingwu city wall trembled violently like the earth was shaking. With such powerful force, even the space was shaking when the cannons and stones crossed the sky.

A soldier was holding a shield and was hit by a fierce cannon. In an instant, he flew backwards and fell to the ground, where he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

(End of this chapter)