The officers' urging voices rang out in the team, and the soldiers silently quickened their pace. Only the collision of armor plates and footsteps merged into a dull and powerful sound.
Xi Sheng perked up and grinned, "That's right! Tell my Modao Battalion to get ready! Anyone who falls behind will be punished by military law!"
at the same time.
Xiazhou City, hundreds of miles away, is suffering the most violent attack since the war began.
Yang Fan stood on the temporary high-rise nest vehicle and calmly looked down at the battlefield.
Xiazhou City was not particularly tall and strong, but the defenders' resistance was so tenacious that he had not expected it.
On the city wall, the defenders used all available equipment - rolling logs, stones, boiling gold liquid, and even beams and pillars removed from the general's mansion, desperately trying to stop the Xijing soldiers who were climbing up the city like ants.
"General, the third wave of attack has been repelled again."
A deputy general, his face covered in blood, panted and reported, "Tong Gu's resistance was fierce, and our army suffered heavy casualties."
Yang Fan's face showed no emotion, he just said calmly: "It's okay. Attacking a city always costs lives."
"Order the catapults, keep firing. Focus on the northwest corner of the wall where the cracks appeared yesterday. Use the archers to suppress it. Have the fifth battalion prepare to attack again in a quarter of an hour."
"yes!"
Yang Fan's eyes swept across the slightly damaged "Tong" flag on the top of the city wall, and his eyes were slightly cold.
He knew that reinforcements from Jinyang were on the way, led by Lin Feng, who was known for his steadiness.
He must consume as much strength as possible from the Xiazhou defenders before Lin Feng arrives, or even... it would be best if he could capture the city.
"How's things going with Tian Zun?" he asked another general in charge of surveillance.
The general showed a trace of disdain on his face:
"General, Tian Zun and his men are surrounded by us. Their morale is low and they are complaining a lot. According to our contacts, several of their officers are showing signs of loosening their grip."
Yang Fan raised his lips in a barely perceptible arc:
"Very good. Keep up the pressure, but don't push too hard. Sometimes panic and desperation can break a fighting spirit faster than a sword."
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