Jinteng had to consider withdrawing.
Given the current situation, the enemy troops are pouring in through the city gates in droves, and there are even more enemy soldiers on the barbican. They are now using the wooden canopies as a shield and firing muskets. Although they are fighting back, in just half an hour, the soldiers on the outer barbican have begun to suffer losses.
Not to mention the even more worrying situation below the city. With the arrival of the chariots, the enemy had also brought in the cannons loaded inside them. Although more than half of the troops had been ordered to attack the enemy inside the city to stop them from setting up artillery positions, it was obvious that the results were not very significant.
If we were to retreat further, we would abandon the outer barbican, and the enemy would inevitably choose to break through the outer barbican gate and then attack the inner barbican. At that point, the enemy troops inside the outer barbican would not be facing an attack from just one side.
However, this was also a risky move, since every line of defense around Nanze City in the entire defense plan was only possible if a large number of enemy soldiers were killed.
The barbican had already been lost due to the enemy's fierce artillery attack. If the enemy were allowed to easily break into the barbican, it would completely deviate from the plan.
After a moment's thought, Jin Teng still felt it was too risky, but just then, his deputy ran up behind him with good news.
"General! This humble servant has brought fifteen cannons!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Teng's ashen face softened slightly. When he turned his head to look, he saw a group of soldiers, covered in sweat, carrying a cannon and setting it up on the gun platform.
However, this did not give Jin Teng a "spirit boost." After all, compared to the enemy troops that kept rushing into Yangma City, the addition of fifteen cannons on the city wall was not enough to provide much-needed relief; in fact, it was just a drop in the ocean.
"Fifteen cannons? How could there be only fifteen cannons in the rear?!" Jin Teng asked in a deep voice.
"These cannons were borrowed from the main city tower. The inner barbican is already within the city walls, and they are unwilling to bring over the cannons they have already prepared, after all... that is the last line of defense..." The lieutenant general said, not even bothering to wipe his sweat, with his head down.
Jin Teng pinched the bridge of his nose, waved his hand, and said nothing more.
Each line of defense has corresponding fortifications to defend against the enemy. If the collapse of the front line disrupts all the arrangements at the rear, it is not a good thing.
But the deputy general spoke again at this moment. Looking at Jin Teng's solemn expression, he said in a deep voice:
"General, the higher-ups have instructed us to kill as many enemy soldiers as possible here to make up for the losses caused by the loss of Yangma Wall."
Upon hearing this, Jin Teng raised an eyebrow, his face immediately turning red. He shouted:
"What? Say it again, and speak louder than I can!"
The lieutenant's face tightened, but he then loudly repeated it.
Jin Teng nodded, then turned and shouted to a general not far away:
"Wang Chong, can you hear me?"
"You ordered Yangmaqiang to be abandoned and retreated, and now the higher-ups want us to kill as many enemy soldiers as possible!"
Wang Chong, whose face was grim after being addressed, was directing his soldiers to fire when he heard this and muttered, "Understood, General Jin!"
"Let's focus on the present moment first!"
Jin Teng snorted coldly and said to his deputy, "Understood! Keep fighting, damn it!"
Just then.
A loud "bang" came from above.
Before Jin Teng could even look up, he swiftly leaped to the left, knocking his deputy to the ground.
With a few loud crashes, several pieces of broken tile fell from under the eaves.
Seeing the eaves hit by the cannonball, Jin Teng's expression changed drastically. He quickly took several steps back until he was against the wall before slowly standing up.
Anger gradually rose, and Jin Teng pointed ahead and roared:
"Kill! Kill them all!"
"Smash those turtle shells to pieces!"
Dozens of chariots had already entered the city. The Yan soldiers were able to stop the counterattack against the city walls, but it had to be said that the enemy had the advantage of terrain. Their attack from the high ground still made the Yan soldiers somewhat hesitant.
Only a more expansive area would allow the Yan soldiers to deploy more troops, and the current Yangma City seemed too small. Therefore, at this moment, the Yan soldiers made their next move.
Amidst the barrage of cannonballs and arrows on the battlefield, a dozen or so chariots withstood attacks from above, advancing with difficulty yet unwavering determination towards the gate of the outer barbican.
Once that gate is breached, they can enter the outer barbican. Although they know they will face an even fiercer attack once inside, they have to do it! To allow more troops to participate in this battle, they must create more space for them.
At this moment, these chariots advanced in a triangular formation, divided into several columns, toward the outer barbican gate. The soldiers on the city wall naturally noticed their movements, so they began to unleash a more concentrated offensive.
"Boom boom boom!"
Shells rained down along the way, and the massive bolts fired from the ballistae were as dense as a storm, making the metal exterior of the wagons bang loudly from the impact!
Several chariots were hit by multiple shells, rendering them unable to move forward. They were left as lambs to the slaughter, waiting for sharp weapons to reap their lives.
But the rear was also providing as much assistance as possible. In front of the Yan army's artillery emplacements, the gunners, their faces contorted with rage, roared as they fired cannonballs at the Ganjun artillery emplacements on the city walls!
Since you want to stop us from attacking the city, then we'll just destroy your weapons. You're on top and we're on the bottom, so you have the advantage? Then we'll trade you more cannons!
The Yan Army never lacks troops and equipment! Because they are constantly being supplied from the rear!
With a loud "boom," one of the Yan Army's artillery emplacements was hit.
Amidst a deafening roar, the Tiger Crouching Cannon crashed to the ground with a thud, but immediately afterward, more cannons were taken out from the arriving chariots, and the newly joined Yan soldiers quickly erected wooden canopies to get the cannons and gunners in position as much as possible.
On the outer city tower, although their cannons were all placed behind the solid city wall, which was much stronger than the wooden curtain, some stray bullets still managed to get into the windows.
The same explosion echoed across the city wall, "Boom!" Amidst the deafening roar, the Shenji Battalion's cannons crashed to the ground, and the artillerymen in front of them were also affected.
The heavy cannon pressed down on his body, the scorching hot barrel pressed against his skin, and the gunner let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ahhh!"
Despite being clad in armor, the scorching heat still burned his skin, causing it to bleed and sizzle. A foul, burnt smell filled the air. His broken leg lay sprawled on the ground in a gruesome manner, and the surrounding soldiers were unable to even approach to help him.
After all, everyone is busy fighting at this time, and in this battle, the wounded are dead, without a doubt.
Suddenly, "Boom!"
Xiao Hu, who was still shooting from the arrow slit, was jolted awake. At that moment, he felt the city wall shaking.
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