21st of September, White Stone City. r? an ? e? n ? ranen`
The orange sun rose from the mountains in the east and slowly climbed up the mountain, passing over the highest peak. It shone brightly on White Stone City, dyeing the green ancient city with a layer of golden light.
Ruan Ping and the other lords stood on the tower of the south gate, watching the allied army slowly walk out from the east, west, and west gates. Their expressions were solemn, their faces shining with sincerity.
"If Shanhai City doesn't allow us to have a tomorrow, then we will kill our way to a tomorrow!" Ruan Ping said.
The three armies were like three giant dragons, converging on the plains outside the south gate, slowly forming a huge battle formation. The grass outside the city was instantly flattened by the army, without a trace of color.
Even so, there were still troops waiting to gather in the city. The vast plains outside the city could not accommodate all the allied army!
At the front of the formation was the six thousand strong army of Huadong County.
The lord of Huadong County had been tortured to death last night, but his army had stayed behind. Because they did not obtain any useful information, Ruan Ping and the rest knew they were in the wrong, but they did not dare to keep the army of Huadong County by their side.
The best way was to push them to the front line.
The six thousand strong army of Huadong County was the best suicide squad. For this, Ruan Ping and the rest had arranged as many as ten thousand people to supervise them.
If the army of Huadong County made any strange movements, they would be shot into hedgehogs.
…
Fan Lihua Army's encampment.
The abnormality of White Stone City had the Fan Lihua Army on high alert.
Late last night, Fan Lihua had already received a message from the spies in White Stone City, knowing that number 32 had successfully destroyed the enemy's teleportation formation.
Fan Lihua heaved a sigh of relief, but she was also shocked.
She knew very well that tomorrow would be the most difficult day for the Fan Lihua Army.
The Ten Thousand Years Army, the Evil Coming Army, and the Sun Bin Army had already received orders and were rushing to White Stone City. The nearest Ten Thousand Years Army would need to wait until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest to reach the battlefield.
The furthest Sun Bin Army would need to wait until the afternoon of the 22nd.
Whether or not they could resist the desperate struggle of the two hundred and fifty thousand allied army and hold on for this most crucial day would be the biggest and most crucial "parade" since the formation of the Fan Lihua Army.
Furthermore, it was a battle for Fan Lihua's reputation.
Fan Lihua had to prove to the vast army of Shanhai City that she was worthy of Jun Shang's high regard and trust.
"Pass down my orders. All divisions are to hold their positions and follow the defensive plan we've drawn up earlier. Make sure to maximize the effectiveness of every fortification. Whoever loses their position will be punished by military law. "Fan Lihua's expression was stern.
"Yes, sir!"
The camp, which had been repaired overnight, was like a vicious beast waiting for its enemies to take the bait.
At the last military conference last night, Fan Lihua had already said: "If the enemy is allowed to pass through the third army's defensive line and successfully break through, I will take the blame and resign. But before I resign, I will not hesitate to remove the hats of all the division commanders and brigade marshals. "
Fan Lihua's light gaze swept over without a trace of killing intent, but it made all the men in the tent feel a chill, their hair standing on end.
One of the regiment commanders recalled the incident and described the scene very accurately. "After being swept by the general, the boiling blood in my body instantly cooled down and I felt a chill run through my heart. It felt like an invisible sword energy was pressed against our necks, and if we made the slightest mistake, our heads would fall to the ground. "
"At that time, we were thinking that even if we died on the defensive line, we couldn't lose our position."
Fan Lihua's power in the third army was evident.
… …
The war horn officially sounded.
The two hundred and fifty thousand allied troops formed a battle formation and pounced towards the enemy's camp with the beat of the drums. Before they even got close, they could feel an invincible aura that could crush everything.
The tent on the other side was silent, without a trace of noise. The silence was somewhat frightening. Inside the camp, all the soldiers held their breaths, ready to reap the lives of the enemy at any time.
As soon as the allied troops entered the firing range, a sky full of arrows rained down.
The dense black rain of arrows was innumerable, layer upon layer, forming a steel torrent. Like a black curtain, it suddenly fell from the sky and set off a monstrous massacre in the allied troops' position.
Wherever the rain of arrows passed, there was not a single survivor. Corpses littered the ground.
Instant kill!
Because the rain of arrows was too dense, there was no way for the soldiers to dodge. The blade and shield soldiers were still fine. They had shields to protect them, and if they were lucky, they could escape. The archers, on the other hand, died under the rain of arrows before they could even retaliate.
Huadong County's six thousand soldiers were instantly wiped out.
"Charge!"
The allied commander was not afraid of death, and commanded the army to charge forward.
Because they were attacking a camp, the allied cavalry could not play a role, and they were all deployed to the two sides as guards. The real main force of the siege was the hundred thousand blade and shield soldiers.
They braved the rain of arrows and launched their strongest charge.
The vast army was like a black tide, instantly drowning the camp.
After paying a heavy price, countless sword and shield soldiers stepped on the simple siege ladders and climbed up the wooden walls of the tents one after another, starting a fierce battle with the Fan Lihua Army that was stationed here.
As soon as the battle began, both sides entered the most intense and cruel close combat.
A camp was, after all, just a camp.
No matter how well-prepared the Fan Lihua Army was, it was impossible for them to bring Fierce Fire Oil, rocks, logs, cannons, and other common defensive supplies. At most, they had placed a large number of ballistae on the wooden walls.
Below the wooden walls, there were hundreds of catapults.
Be it the ballistae or the catapults, they were originally prepared by the Third Army for siege, but now they were being used for defense. One could imagine the damage they caused to the allied army.
On the battlefield, waves after waves of allied soldiers fearlessly charged up the wooden walls, but they were beaten back by the Third Army. The corpses of the dead soldiers were like rain, falling continuously at the foot of the wooden walls.
In the blink of an eye, there was a pile of corpses at the foot of the wooden walls.
And behind the attacking soldiers, the rain of arrows and catapults continued to cause damage. Because the allied army was too densely packed, the fireballs thrown by the catapults were able to cause a wave in the army formation.
Usually, a single fireball could kill a large group.
An entire hour passed, and the camp was still as stable as Mount Tai, but more than twenty thousand allied soldiers were completely buried here. The brutality of the battle was beyond everyone's imagination.
Stationed on the wooden walls was the Third Army's First Division, formerly known as the Leizhou County Guard Division, the fiercest among the major guard divisions.
In the battle of Zhaoqing, the Leizhou County Guard Division had shown its skills, and even the God of Slaughter, Bai Qi, had praised it.
After being integrated into the Third Army, the division had undergone another transformation, becoming even more ferocious, and could be considered a flag of the Third Army.
It was precisely because of this that Fan Lihua handed the most difficult task to the First Army. The current performance of the battle showed that the First Army lived up to its illustrious reputation.
… …
Losing the first battle made the allied army stifle a sigh of relief.
Thinking of the armies of the lords watching the battle silently from the city tower, the general did not dare to be negligent.
"Pass down the order, have the assault brigade go up!"
The allied commander was ready to use the most elite assault troops to attack.
"Yes, Sir!"
A total of three assault brigades received the order and immediately went up to meet them. Like a trident, they instantly pierced into the heart of the wooden wall.
The extraordinariness of the assault brigade was soon reflected.
This was a group of opponents who were on par with the First Division, and with the cooperation of countless allied forces, they were able to suppress the First Division, which had already suffered heavy casualties.
The opportunity to break through the first line of defense was right in front of them.
"Good, continue to press forward!"
The allied commander was excited, and the army was sent to the front line as if it was free.
This made things even more difficult for the First Army.
Once they passed a certain critical point, the casualties of the First Army would immediately skyrocket.
… …
In a tower in the inner circle of tents.
"General, let the First Army withdraw, they can't hold on any longer!" The adjutant reminded Fan Lihua.
Fan Lihua glanced at the hourglass in front of her, her expression determined. "Wait a little longer!" The time that the first line of defense could hold on was still half an hour away from Fan Lihua's expectations.
"General, the First Army has been defeated, leave some seeds for them!"
"Even if all of them are destroyed, they have to hold on."
Fan Lihua was unmoved. It was not that she was hardened, but she was carrying the entire army on her shoulders, and even the key to the victory of the entire Lingnan war. She could not afford to be soft-hearted.
The First Army must hold on!
… …
The wooden wall.
The killing continued, and people were falling at every moment.
With their tenacious willpower and well-trained daily, the First Army managed to hold on under the attack of the allied assault brigade, although they were on the verge of collapse.
However, this kind of perseverance could not last for long.
The key to the victory of the war ultimately depended on the difference in military strength between the two sides. It was not something that could be completely reversed by relying on morale alone.
Up until now, almost every soldier in the First Division had been wounded.
"Boss, the general wants us to hold on for another half an hour." The messenger ran over.
The division commander, Zhao Yan, was also covered in blood. Upon receiving the military order, he grinned, looked around at his comrades, and said, "Brothers, did you hear that? The general is not very satisfied with us. Damn it, even if we die, we must not let down the prestige of the First Army. Don't you think so? "
"Come on, boss, that's your prestige. Are you afraid of not completing the mission and going back to be punished by the general? Haha ~ ~ ~ "The surrounding brigade commanders did not buy it and did not give face to Zhao Yan.
"F * ck off!"
Zhao Yan also knew the character of his general and said, "Let's not waste any more time. Isn't it just risking our lives? We are not afraid of that. We cannot let the bastards of the other divisions laugh at us, and we cannot let the enemy be complacent. If we really can't hold on for half an hour, I will accompany you to death. "
"Boss, you are not a beauty, we don't need you to accompany us!"
"F * ck off, f * ck off!"
Zhao Yan kicked them, raised his sword, and charged forward. This time, they were really risking their lives!
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