Her face was frosty, her eyes were like copper bells, and her thin lips parted slightly as Jin Fengluan uttered unbelievable words from her rolling throat.
"What?"
Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Jin Fengluan, who had just awakened from her meditation, stared in astonishment at Xiong Yong, who was bowing before her, her face long and uneasy. She was momentarily speechless.
Xiong Yong's expression was grave as he said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, this is the current situation at the front..."
"The enemy has indeed gained the upper hand in the battle at Yangma City. Now they have entered the outer barbican. We can only hope that the defenders on the outer barbican and the main city tower will gain the upper hand in the upcoming battles."
But perhaps because she had just woken up, Jin Fengluan's face was still somewhat dazed, and at this moment she was indeed reflecting on the military intelligence brought by Xiong Yong.
The frontline garrison, on which they had placed high hopes, was now in retreat, unable to fight back against the rebels, which allowed them to rush into the outer barbican with lightning speed.
This battle report is utterly absurd and laughable.
It's only been a short time! The night isn't even over yet!
These two carefully constructed lines of defense couldn't even last one night before being easily breached by the rebels.
What are those people at the front doing? They have arranged everything in a very orderly and meticulous manner, and the defending troops only need to follow the instructions. Yet they are so incompetent that they have repeatedly allowed the rebels to succeed!
Can these people defend the city? This huge city, with its impregnable defenses, has become like this in their hands. Jin Fengluan couldn't help but clench her fists, her pale face slowly turning red.
Seeing her expression, Xiong Yong knew she was about to have another outburst, but it wouldn't do any good now. He decided to try and comfort her, and before Jin Fengluan could speak angrily, Xiong Yong quickly said:
"However, Your Majesty, we have already prepared countermeasures for the rebels entering the barbican."
"Once they enter, they will face encirclement from all sides. At this crucial moment, I am confident that our soldiers will be able to inflict heavy losses on the rebels!"
Jin Fengluan, still processing her anger, pressed her thin lips together upon hearing this, remaining silent.
Xiong Yong didn't dare to say anything more, and just lowered his head and waited silently.
After a while.
Jin Fengluan suddenly stood up and said coldly:
"knew."
"Follow me to the Grand Council!"
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When the outer gate of Wengcheng was breached, Jin Teng knew that the decisive battle would take place inside the barbican. The remaining soldiers on the city wall could no longer hinder the enemy forces inside Yangma City, and continuing the fight would only lead to everyone dying there.
Therefore, without much hesitation, he immediately ordered the abandonment of the outer barbican tower to the east, which was the area where he was located. This area had suffered the most severe bombardment from the rebels and had to be abandoned, since it no longer had much defensive value.
Of course, abandoning this section of the city wall did not mean completely giving up the outer city tower. He chose to deploy all his troops to the outer city walls on the north and south sides, while the main city tower was on the west side, where there were more troops and he did not need to worry about them.
Although this move cannot expose the enemy troops entering the barbican to attacks from all sides, it can still make them be attacked from three sides!
As for the east gate tower, which is almost in ruins, it doesn't matter if we abandon it for the time being. As long as we kill all the rebels in the barracks, we can naturally return along the horse path.
At this moment, the troops split into two groups, one heading south and the other west. Jin Teng was among the group heading south.
Those who went to the north and south walls still had the strength to fight, while the wounded could no longer be cared for. Sacrificing themselves here would fulfill their mission.
Jin Teng, sweating profusely as he galloped along the horse path, looked down through the path and saw that carriages were continuously entering the breached barbican gate.
However, no one was seen coming out of the vehicle yet, which meant that the enemy was waiting for more people to enter before launching a fierce attack on the three main gates below the city wall.
The three main gates beneath the main city gate lead to the inner barbican. These three main gates are spacious enough, and the inner barbican is the last line of defense. There is no one else to rely on, and we can only fight them with real swords and spears inside the city.
If the enemy forces are allowed to enter the inner barbican tonight, then without a doubt, the defense of Nanze will be declared a failure. After all, it means that the enemy forces have strong combat capabilities and can break through several lines of defense and open up the outer barbican. How can the inner barbican be defended?
In other words, the enemy troops that have entered Waiweng City must be killed!
At that moment, Jin Teng looked up and saw that the guards on the main city tower had begun a fierce attack on the chariots that had entered the barbican.
Those chariots that had already entered the city could only passively take the beating. After all, they had just entered the city and were not yet able to establish a defensive line. In this initial stage, the enemy suffered the heaviest casualties.
Jin Teng has now completely figured out the rebels' tactics, which are nothing more than a frontal assault.
Therefore, even if many people die or are injured, they will force their way into the inner city with the attitude of "biting off this tough nut to crack," and launch a counterattack once enough people have entered.
But when the moment truly arrived, Jin Teng knew that their death was imminent.
At that time, barrels of oil will be thrown from the city walls into the city. Once the oil is ignited, the more people who enter the barbican, the more people will die!
This is a true weapon of mass destruction, and the most ruthless tactic used in this city defense battle!
Under the flames, no matter what kind of armored chariots or siege cannons you are, they will all be destroyed.
Thinking of this, a ferocious look appeared on Jin Teng's face as he continued to run wildly in the horse track.
You rebels are so fierce, aren't you? You've broken through our defenses one after another and entered the barbican. We can finally kill you and let you taste the bitterness of despair!
"Quick! Find your positions, and then give them a good beating!"
Jin Teng roared angrily, and the charging soldiers echoed his shouts. The atmosphere was heated and frenzied, as they were eager to inflict the fear of death upon the enemies within the city.
Unlike the noisy garrison heading towards the north and south city walls, the commotion at the abandoned east gate tower gradually subsided.
Those still capable of fighting have been evacuated; all that remains here are the dead and the wounded who are no longer able to fight.
Xiao Hu covered his bleeding left eye with one hand and leaned against the city wall with the other, occasionally twitching and groaning. He was the only living person left within a dozen feet around him.
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