The heavily armored and armed reinforcements split into two groups and rushed into the north and south city walls with great momentum. However, upon entering the battlefield, they were met with a group of city wall defenders who had lost their armor and were screaming in agony.
"Don't panic!!!"
"Don't panic!!!"
"Stick close to the city wall, we'll take over this area!!" General Sun Huazhen shouted from the southern rampart.
Although desertion is a serious crime, Sun Hua knew that most of the defenders were archers and musketeers, who were already difficult to withstand the enemy's heavy armor and long spears, so their retreat was out of necessity.
Nanze's city defense still needed these people, so Sun Hua did not lose his temper. Instead, he ordered the garrison to leave along both sides of the city wall. As for the enemy, he would leave it to the heavy infantry he had brought to deal with.
Although the horse track is narrow and cannot fully exert its combat power, both sides are heavily armored infantry and will fight with real swords and spears, so there is no reason to be afraid. Moreover, reinforcements will continue to be sent from behind. Sun Hua believes that after taking control of the battlefield, he will not only be able to stop the enemy army, but also push them back!
At this moment, the fleeing soldiers, desperately trying to escape, saw that reinforcements had arrived, which gave them a glimmer of hope.
Seeing the reinforcements arriving one after another, the panic of the fleeing soldiers eased slightly. Then, to Sun Hua's loud shouts, they tried to stay as close to the city wall as possible and run around the infantry.
As these people ran away, Sun Hua didn't forget to give them a final instruction:
"Those who flee now will not be punished! But after we defeat the enemy, you must return and defend the city walls!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Hua's expression turned serious, and he turned to the infantrymen who were rushing towards him, shouting:
"The enemy is fierce, but our swords and spears are no less effective!"
"They're charging! Stop their momentum!!"
"After breaking through their defenses, charge back!!!"
The roar was loud, and the infantrymen, shields and halberds in hand, responded in kind:
"kill!!"
The deafening shouts of battle, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, undoubtedly gave the panicked and terrified routed soldiers a sense of security on this horse trail already littered with corpses and blood.
But their opponents, at that moment, unleashed a terrifying roar from behind.
"Charge forward and wipe out everyone in front of us!!"
This has never been just a slogan, but something that the Yan Army has always been doing. They form an iron wall of shields that press forward, and sharp spears pierce through the bodies of the soldiers in front of them.
The restless blood in their bodies was flowing faster, their crimson faces burning hot. The Yan soldiers, who had already fought their way through more than half of the horse trail, seemed to have gone mad.
The soldiers at the front looked as if they had walked through a sea of blood; their heads, faces, and armor were almost completely soaked in blood, and their faces beneath their helmets were no longer recognizable. Only their white teeth stood out starkly against the deep red blood.
In the constant charging with guns drawn, countless fleeing soldiers had already perished, but as the number of fleeing soldiers dwindled, the soldiers who had come to meet them finally appeared before them.
They also carried shields, but instead of spears, they held halberds. Despite the appearance of melee units, the Yan army continued to advance relentlessly!
A dozen or so breaths later, the two armies finally collided on the narrow horse path!
"Bang bang bang!"
The first thing they made contact with was their shields. Both armies charged forward, shields raised, and then collided violently. In an instant, the powerful impact shook the leading soldiers on both sides, and their shield-holding hands went numb.
Since both sides were backed by massive armies, the struggle wouldn't tip in favor of either side, as those in the rear were supporting those in front.
And then, almost simultaneously, they thrust their weapons out from behind their shields!
Enraged, one of the Flame Soldiers thrust out his spear with a "whoosh," piercing the gap between the two shields on the opposite side with lightning speed!
The spearhead was already stained red with blood. The sharp tip of the spear grazed the hard edge of the shield with a piercing hiss before entering something soft.
"ah!"
With a scream, the soldier whose neck had been pierced trembled violently. The moment he loosened his grip on the shield, the spear was swiftly pulled out, and a jet of blood spurted from the gaping hole in his neck.
A large amount of blood gushed out, soaking the inside of his shield!
No one paid attention to his screams; his companions beside him, their faces contorted with rage, were also thrusting their halberds forward.
After the halberd blade pierced straight into the Yanbing's shield, Ganbing, who was wielding the halberd, found a good angle. The halberd blade went vertically into the narrow gap. Regardless of whether it hit anyone or not, he twisted his wrist, changed the angle of the halberd blade, and then used all his strength to pull it back sharply!
With a "smack"!
With his forceful tug, Yanbing's hand, already numb from the impact, loosened, and the shield was forcibly taken from his grasp.
Yanbing was about to take a step forward to grab back his shield, but several halberds thrusting at him simultaneously were already aimed at his head and face. He couldn't utter a sound, and several bloody holes appeared on his face.
The exchange lasted only a dozen or so breaths. In the face-to-face thrusts, both sides were breached, which meant that an even more brutal and bloody battle was about to begin!
A Yan soldier, his face covered in blood, roared angrily. He raised his shield with his left hand to block several halberds that were thrusting at him. Then, he thrust forward with all his might, deflecting the halberd blades to the side. The soldiers who were thrusting the halberds never expected this man to be so brave. But before they could make any more moves, a spear suddenly came thrusting at them!
With a "whoosh," the battle-hardened Yanbing thrust his spear into the face of an enemy soldier. He then quickly withdrew his spear and stabbed wildly forward, not caring which part of the enemy's body he was about to stab next.
In close combat, especially in a chaotic battle with a large number of people, there is simply no time to find the enemy's vital points. As long as you thrust your weapon, you can injure someone.
As he thrust forward, someone opposite him raised a halberd and thrust it towards his lower body. The sharp halberd blade pierced his thigh, and Yanbing groaned, but ignored the pain and continued to thrust his spear forward.
In this kind of combat, it's almost impossible to both kill and parry the opponent's weapons. The only way is to trade lives. If you can take a few more enemies with you before you die, then you've made a profit.
The Yan soldiers were never afraid to risk their lives. At the eastern city wall, reinforcements were still being sent. As time went on, the north and south ramparts were filled with fighting soldiers from both sides. However, there was no doubt that the Yan army had gained the upper hand and was gradually advancing towards the main city tower.
Jin Zhou, who was stationed on the main city tower, had been observing the battle situation and was now extremely anxious. He turned around and roared at those behind him, "Hurry! Get up here! Fight to the bitter end!"
Meanwhile, the fierce battle was being rushed to the palace by messengers.
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