pjbooks Chapter 18: The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road
Chapter 18: The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road
On the city wall of Daman City.
Corpses littered the ground, blood stained the city, severed limbs and bodies, arrows and swords were everywhere.
The Shence Army, like a ferocious lion, bit down hard on the Jurchen army and tore open a huge gap in their ranks.
The Jurchen army was equally fearless, but compared to the valiant Shence army, they were clearly no match for the Shence army in close combat.
Half an hour had passed, and as more and more Shence Army soldiers climbed the city walls, the Jurchen army was in complete panic.
Commander Varna was wounded in the left arm, his face was covered in blood, and his armor was badly damaged.
"Quickly! Go and request reinforcements!"
"The north city cannot be defended!"
Varna shouted at the top of his lungs, and just as he finished, an arrow suddenly pierced through his back.
The soldier, who was about to run to report the news, froze for a moment, then spurred his horse and galloped away like a madman.
Inside the Jurchen royal palace, one piece of bad news after another is coming in.
The court officials, both civil and military, were now in a state of panic, their previous composure gone.
"Report!"
"Commander Varna has been killed in battle, and North City is once again requesting reinforcements."
This news was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The Jurchen emperor slumped back on his dragon throne and said angrily, "Quickly! Immediately notify Tulan to send reinforcements as quickly as possible."
This suggestion had already been raised by Nalan Shuo long before this battle report was sent.
However, the civil and military officials boasted that the Jurchen army was invincible, and no matter how the old military genius analyzed the pros and cons, they refused to agree.
After all, Tu Lan's occupation of Beining City meant a great deal of wealth and women.
The Jurchen state was used to winning battles and to leeching off the weak Qi empire.
But this time, Qin Xuan's Divine Strategy Army dealt them a heavy blow.
At this moment, they suddenly realized that the Jurchen army was not truly invincible, at least not in front of that young military genius.
"Your Majesty, please forgive this old minister's sins."
Nalan Shuo looked somber. Clearly, the civil and military officials in the court, who had been fattened up by the war, had broken the heart of this old military genius. He continued, "This old minister sent out scouts to inform Tu Lan a quarter of an hour ago."
At that moment, the entire hall was completely silent, and no one dared to rebuke anyone.
"I forgive you." A hint of relief flashed through the Jurchen Emperor's mind, but at the same time he turned his cold gaze to the Minister of War: "Guards, drag the Minister of War away and behead him. Keeping such a piece of trash in the court will only bring shame to my Jurchen Kingdom."
The Minister of War immediately turned pale and cried out in terror, "Your Majesty, spare my life! Your Majesty, spare my life!"
Outside the walls of Daman City, Qin Xuan rode his warhorse, gazing at the entire battlefield.
Zhuge Xuan, standing by his side, stroked his beard and sighed, "Your Highness, Jurchen cavalrymen set off quietly a quarter of an hour ago. This plan is already half successful."
Qin Xuan nodded slightly, but watching the Shence Army charge forward and die one after another, he felt uneasy.
The Shence Army had fought alongside him through thick and thin; they were not only comrades-in-arms but also family.
It's heartbreaking to see loved ones die one by one, covered in blood.
But that's war!
You can cry and shed tears, but you must never be soft-hearted.
"Have the archer battalion prepare. We must kill as many Jurchen soldiers as possible before we retreat," Qin Xuan ordered. At the same time, he became even more determined in his heart to one day slaughter the Jurchen people and avenge the fallen Shence Army.
Zhuge Xuan immediately accepted the order.
The morning sun is just beginning to appear.
On Baiyu Street, the most bustling street in Beining City, several pools of blood stained the surface, and cries of sobbing came from the hoarse throat of an old woman.
Her tears had long since dried, but she still cried her heart out.
In her arms was a little girl, no more than four or five years old, who had been dead for a long time.
A naked corpse lay at her feet; it was her daughter-in-law. And right beside the corpse was the head of her son, his face contorted in fear.
She mechanically cried out, "My son... Juan'er... my little treasure... die, die, all of you are dead..."
But no one responded until the villains she would never forget suddenly ran out of the city in a panic, and the old woman seemed to realize something.
He released the girl's corpse from his arms and then charged at the Jurchen soldiers like a madman.
Just then, a stranger suddenly grabbed her, looked at her with unusually firm and warm eyes, and shook his head vigorously.
"Revenge! I must avenge my son!" The old woman cried out in anguish, but her body went limp and she fainted completely.
"Don't worry, someone will avenge you!"
The stranger carefully helped the elderly man to lie down by the roadside, and then quickly disappeared from the spot.
Outside Beining City, the Grand Preceptor Gulna looked worried and sighed, "I never expected the Shence Army to be so swift, and to use such an unexpected tactic to attack Daman City. Tu Lan, the King of Chu, will surely become your greatest enemy in the future."
Tu Lan's face was filled with murderous intent, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Then he had better not rush to escape, I will surely cut him down."
At the same time, two siege engines finally appeared in front of the city gate of Daman City, billowing smoke and dust.
With the combined efforts of dozens of Shence Army soldiers, and accompanied by a series of loud thuds, a crack finally appeared in the sturdy city gate.
The Jurchen army inside the city was completely panicked, with people shouting in terror from time to time:
"The city gate is about to fall! The city gate is about to fall!"
"Kacha!"
With a loud bang, the city gate finally shattered into pieces. At this moment, the Shence Army, who should have been exhausted, were as if they had been injected with chicken blood, their blood boiling.
The city gates have finally been breached!
"Come on!"
"Kill me!"
Guan Xingsheng took the lead, leaping onto his horse and charging into the enemy ranks.
At the same time, the 30,000 Shence Army cavalry, who had been waiting in ambush, finally launched their final charge.
Qin Xuan, wielding a silver spear, rode alone on horseback like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly cutting down the Jurchen soldiers blocking his path.
He then continued his galloping sprint, leading his cavalry battalion deep into enemy territory.
More and more Shence Army soldiers poured into the inner city like a tide, starting a new round of bloody fighting.
"Form ranks! Charge!"
The Jurchen royal army had already arrived to provide support.
They were dressed in uniform black armor, carrying spears, and wearing pointed helmets, charging forward fearlessly.
Lieutenant General Du Manjiang, his eyes bloodshot with rage, roared with a sinister smile, "Brothers of the Tiger Flower Camp, let's slaughter these beasts together!"
"Roar……"
Like a beast's roar, hundreds of Tiger Flower Camp soldiers immediately held shields in their left hands and swords in their right, like a peerless sword suddenly drawn from its sheath, piercing directly into the heart of the Jurchen royal army.
At that moment, the Jurchen royal army felt their breath catch in their throats, and an unprecedented pressure made it hard for them to breathe.
Many soldiers' hands were sweating as they gripped their spears, their hearts pounding like drums.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!
The outcome of this battle was already predetermined.