For that night, not only did Fu Wang make ample preparations, but Jiang Pengji was also armed to the teeth.
Meng Hun led his troops and brought a large number of siege weapons. He wanted to take down Jiamen Pass in the shortest time possible and end the battle as soon as possible.
The enemy had the advantage of occupying the pass. Jiang Pengji had 30,000 soldiers, most of which were Liu She's soldiers.
Logically, there was no need for a clear division between father and daughter, but the two armies trained differently and the soldiers didn't have enough time to adapt to each other.
Jiang Pengji knew that if she couldn't take down Jiamen Pass in a thunderous manner, it would be a pyrrhic victory even if she could win when the enemy recovered and reorganized their forces. To her, it was a complete failure to achieve victory after losing a large number of troops.
Wanzhou was a large territory with few soldiers. She had no other assets other than money.
If she lost a large number of soldiers at Jiamen Pass, she would be in a difficult situation when she returned to Wanzhou.
Li Yun watched his lord wander around the battlefield. He was tired, but at the same time, he had the urge to compete with her.
The hundred or so guards were all elites of the army. Individually, they were very strong. They skillfully formed a small formation of a hundred men and advanced toward the gate of Jiamen Pass like a killing machine. They attracted the firepower of Meng Hun, who was outside, and he shared the burden for them. With the enemy attacking from within and without Fu Wang, the soldiers at Jiamen Pass were in a state of chaos and were routed like a mountain.
Due to the narrow terrain of the nearby alleys, the enemy was unable to encircle and annihilate them on a large scale. This was very advantageous for Jiang Pengji and the rest. She and Liyun's eyes were red from the killing. The weapons in their hands were already dyed red with fresh blood. Flesh and broken limbs filled their vision. Apart from the sounds of fighting, screams, clashing armors, footsteps, and the sound of weapons piercing flesh, there was almost no other sound. Although she wasn't strong, she was shockingly strong.
She held her spear horizontally and single-handedly pushed more than a dozen people in front of her a few meters away. Li Yun attacked from behind.
Li Yun used the whistling arrow as a signal to inform the enemy of their location. He also set fire to the place to cause trouble.
However, more and more enemies were surging toward them, and the situation was getting worse.
"My lord, there are too many enemies!"
Li Yun's armor already had a few cuts. Although he was not injured, he looked as if he had just floated in a sea of blood. He was in a sorry state.
"I don't care! Charge!" There were only about a hundred of them. If they did not use their rising momentum to fight their way out, they would only be drowned by the waves of enemies. Jiang Pengji said calmly, "Hanmei, send two more people to cover me …"
In terms of combat power, Jiang Pengji could beat everyone by herself, but compared to her combat power, her defense was far weaker.
In gaming terms, she was an all-rounded cloth-armored class that could engage in melee combat and long-range attacks. Her only weakness was that she was fragile.
No matter how strong she was, she was still a human. Her body of flesh and blood could not defend against swords, spears, swords and halberds.
If it was her in the past, the situation would be different. A normal bullet hitting her would be equivalent to a mosquito bite.
Liyun did not hesitate and hurriedly picked two people to cooperate with Jiang Pengji's actions.
Then, he knew his lord's true colors on the battlefield — she was like the God of Death who had descended.
From the beginning of the charge until now, a quarter of an hour had passed. The high intensity battle made Liyun feel tired.
On the other hand, his lord's situation was completely different.
Her previous actions were just a basic warm-up. As time passed, not only did she not feel tired, but she charged and killed more and more fiercely. The enemy's heavy armor for defense was as thin as a piece of paper in her eyes. She alone killed so many enemies that they were afraid and did not dare to advance.
"Hold the shields and form a formation!"
Jiang Pengji killed for a while. She seemed to have a premonition. She used violence to force the enemy back and retreated at the same time. She commanded loudly. The other guards hurriedly raised their shields and formed an iron tortoise formation. Their defense was impenetrable. The arrows that flew from afar hit the surface of the shields.
"Advance! Crush them! "
While the audience in the streaming room was excited and the soldiers were confident because of her, Jiang Pengji was still so calm that it made people's hair stand on end. Everyone stepped on the corpses of their comrades and countless enemies to advance. The audience in the streaming room was used to Jiang Pengji's charging stance, but most of the time it was scenes of her fighting on horseback. It was rare to see her fighting on land, especially in such a violent way.
Jiang Pengji fought on horseback. The audience's gaze followed her rapid movements. Most of their attention was also attracted by her figure. Their hearts were swayed by this young general dressed in red and silver armor. They rarely paid attention to the enemy soldiers who had fallen from their horses.
When she relied on her legs and charged forward step by step, the audience's attention was involuntarily attracted by the enemy's corpses.
Crush, advance, trample!
The ground under her feet was not mud or bricks. Instead, it was corpses that were still steaming hot.
At this moment, the audience was strongly aware of Jiang Pengji's other identity — the butcher.
They continuously used whistling arrows to inform the outside. Meng Hun organized the attack and tacitly concentrated the troops in that direction.
They worked together from the inside and outside!
It was not only to coordinate, but also to coordinate with each other to share the enemy's firepower and destroy their psychological defenses.
Jiang Pengji was a technical expert. She also had Zhang Ping, a member of the Mohist family, by her side.
Meng Hun ordered his men to push up the arrow towers. Not only did they build ladders from the ground, but they also built ladders from the sky.
The cloud of arrows and catapults were already in place. They fired several cannons at the top of the wall.
Jiamen Pass was indeed a dangerous pass. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even though Meng Hun had made ample preparations and had the upper hand, once the troops inside the pass were united, he would not be able to gain much advantage. Even so, Meng Hun had no way to retreat. He could only attack with all his might.
If he could not break through Jiamen Pass tonight, he would have to atone for his sins with his death.
Why?
Didn't they see the whistling arrows flying above Jiamen Pass?
Their lord was still in the city. If they failed to break through, Jiang Pengji would die sooner or later.
Meng Hun thought about it carefully. Their lord's death was caused by his incompetence. How could he live?
"Attack!"
In fact, when the troops inside the city realized that they had fallen into a trap and that their general was likely to be ambushed, their morale was already shaken.
The general who stayed behind to guard the city had some reputation in the army, so he could barely keep the situation under control. However, Meng Hun's attack was too fierce. Both sides had only attacked the city for one round, but the number of casualties kept rising. The huge pressure formed a thick cloud that shrouded every soldier's heart.
To add fuel to the fire, there were fierce tigers outside the city and fierce wolves inside the city.
Jiang Pengji's whistling arrows could not only inform Meng Hun, but also put pressure on the enemy's psychological defenses.
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