"General Yuan." Leng Qingyu hurried over. It had been less than a month since the expedition, but Leng Qingyu's arrogant and indifferent young face was full of vicissitudes and frustration. Yuan Pei looked at him and shook his head. He sighed softly. "General Leng, what's the matter?"
Leng Qingyu glanced at the place where the banners were fluttering in the distance and frowned. "General Yuan, I'm afraid it'll be too much of a blow to the morale of the soldiers if we don't come out."
Yuan Pei said, "General Leng, don't worry. The morale of the Mohist army will not be suppressed just because of these few days. Everyone knows that our army doesn't have the strength to fight against Xiling at all. The only thing we can do now is to defend and wait for reinforcements. "Leng Qingyu glanced at the soldiers on the city wall, and his eyes darkened. Yuan Pei was right. What was really hit was not the morale of the Mohist army, but the morale of the less than 10,000 soldiers he had brought out of Xinyang City. After this great defeat, these remnants of the defeated army had long since collapsed. In the past few days, the West-Hill's soldiers had been attacking non-stop, making them even more frightened. If this continued, there would be trouble before Jiangxia was broken.
"This is a battlefield. My mission is to protect Jiangxia. General Leng, a momentary dispute won't bring any benefits to the current situation. The Xiling soldiers are not useless. Once tens of thousands of us enter an army of hundreds of thousands, it'll be no different from water entering the sea. We can only be swallowed by them, "Yuan Pei said earnestly. Leng Qingyu was silent. It was not that he didn't understand what Yuan Pei said, but he really couldn't bear the current predicament. It was the first time in his life that he had led an army and ended up like this. In fact, the outcome of this war had little to do with him. It could be foreseen that even if what awaited him in the near future was not the Emperor's punishment, it would be a lifetime of idleness. He would never have the chance to lead an army again. Besieging the city, defending the city.
The soldiers on both sides fought tirelessly day and night. Corpses piled up under the city wall and blood flowed like a river. The corpses of their own people and the corpses of their enemies could no longer be distinguished. Everyone seemed to be fighting by instinct. However, Jiangxia's military strength was only 50,000, and this included the number of people who had died in the battle to support Xinyang. In reality, there were less than forty thousand people. Even if the remnants of the defeated soldiers who had retreated from Xinyang were included, there were less than fifty thousand people. Their enemy, on the other hand, had over two hundred thousand elite soldiers. These soldiers were trained by Jhennam Of Gojoseon over the past ten years, and they were the best of the best. The number of soldiers guarding the city of Jiangxia was decreasing. Every time, it seemed like the city gate would be breached in the next moment. However, as time passed, the flags hanging on the city gate tower still belonged to the Da Chu State and the Mohist army.
Behind the Xiling Army, Jhennam Of Gojoseon stared solemnly at the tightly shut city gate in the distance.
"Prince, they can't hold on any longer."
Jhennam Of Gojoseon did not say anything, but his eyes were filled with respect for his enemy. It had been five days and twenty-four hours of continuous fierce attacks. There were only tens of thousands of people. Even he himself might not be able to guarantee that he could hold on until now. This was not something that could be done with wisdom and ability. The entire army must also have unparalleled faith and determination. After a long while, Jhennam Of Gojoseon said in a deep voice, "Continue! Take down Jiangxia in two hours! "
More than two hours later, the city gate of Jiangxia finally fell heavily and slowly. On the city gate tower, Yuan Pei, who was covered in blood, casually threw away his battle robe and glanced at the soldiers on the city gate tower. He said sternly, "Kill!"
All the soldiers' eyes were red. It was a disgrace for the city guarded by the Mohist army to be trampled by the enemy. They must use the enemy's blood to wash away this shame. All the soldiers desperately pounced on the enemy closest to them. On the city gate tower, at the city gate, and on the streets, killing was everywhere.
Leng Qingyu stood at the corner of the street, watching the killing in front of him. His eyes were so red that it seemed like blood would drip out. Behind him was a group of defeated soldiers. They could no longer fight after escaping from Xinyang, and no one asked them to pick up their weapons again. Leng Qingyu looked back at them and said in a deep voice, "Do you see? They are the same as you, soldiers of Da Chu State! The city was also breached. What did they do? What did we do? It's my incompetence that I couldn't defend Xinyang. You're on your own! "With that, he pulled out his sword and rushed out.
The remaining soldiers looked at each other. After a long time, one of them rushed out with a knife in his hand. Then another, and another …
A group of soldiers completely different from the black Mohist army rushed out from the corner of the street and pounced on the enemy troops pouring in from the city gate. The Weiling soldiers were blocked from entering the city, which aroused the bestial nature in their hearts. They howled and pounced on every soldier of Da Chu State. In an instant, blood spurted out and covered the streets.
"Rumble …"
An earth-shattering sound came from afar. Everyone couldn't help but be stunned. The surviving Mohist army soldiers were ecstatic and angry. "Black Cloud Cavalry! The Black Cloud Cavalry is here! Reinforcements are here! "
On the wide street, a black mass of people rushed over with great momentum and ferocious killing intent. The leader, a man in red, galloped over on his horse. His clear voice was full of murderous intent. "Block the city gate. Don't let any of the soldiers who entered the city out. Left and right wings, go up the city wall! "
"Yes!"
The black army emerged from the end of the street like a tide and quickly pounced on the people fighting on the street and at the city gate. The city gate that had collapsed a quarter of an hour ago was quickly closed again. The Weiling soldiers who rushed into Jiangxia City in order to snatch military merits were horrified to find that they had become turtles in a jar, trapped beasts in a cage. The soldiers in black methodically rushed to where they needed to go. Countless people in black suddenly appeared on the city wall that had been filled with the grey figures of the Weiling soldiers. The killing resumed.
In the distance, Jhennam Of Gojoseon saw the sudden appearance of the soldiers in black on the city wall. His expression changed. Then he saw a flamboyant figure in red appear on the city wall. His body was like an invincible dragon.
"Prince, that is Feng Zhiyao. The people of the Chu capital call him Third Young Master Feng. He is the son of a concubine of the richest man in the Chu capital. He was expelled from his family when he was young. He followed Mo Xiuyao on the battlefield in his teens. He is Mo Xiuyao's most trusted aide. His appearance here must mean that the Mohist army's reinforcements have arrived. "Jhennam Of Gojoseon's expression was gloomy. He said in a low voice," Continue the attack! "
The war drums shook the sky. The grey figures and the black figures fought fiercely. But the gate of Jiangxia City was never pushed open again. When countless archers in black appeared on the city wall and arrows rained down on the people below the city wall, a snow-white slender figure calmly walked up the city wall. Standing beside her were South Marquis Muyang and Zhuo Jing. It was obviously a bloody storm, but the snow-white robe was unexpectedly not stained with any blood. The spotless white robe gave people a kind of inexplicable coldness and sternness.
Ye Li stood on the city wall and looked at the commander flag of the Xiling Army behind the enemy in the distance. Even if she could not see the other person's face, she could still feel the majestic momentum and exposed anger on the other side. Her lips slightly curved into a sneer. She ordered in a cold voice, "Don't leave any of the Weiling soldiers in Jiangxia City. Throw all the corpses out of the city! "
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