Yanyu Island, Wuxin City.
The fiery red leaves are all over the mountains. Below the city built on the mountain is a slowly flowing river. Now, on the other side of the river is a large army with black flags and black armor stationed. Although these soldiers are dressed differently, most of them are still wearing rattan armor and leather armor, their morale is high. They are working day and night on the other side of the river to build siege equipment, which makes the defenders in the city anxious.
Another sunset came, and the captain guarding the city walked down from the top of the city wall, accompanied by several generals.
"Has there been any reply from Luojing?" He walked on the stone steps of the city wall, his eyes occasionally sweeping over the tall towers and garrisoned troops in the city.
"There's been no reply from Luojing, but according to some of our colleagues in Luojing, the new emperor is busy cleaning up the mess left by King Dai's attack and preparing troops to resist the Northern Palace Army's southward advance."
"Although His Majesty the King of Huainan has temporarily repelled the Northern Palace Army, that is only part of it. Another part of the army, approximately 120,000 strong, has already marched westward and attacked Luojing."
"Zhuo Muye is a great general. Seeing that the southeastern region has many water areas and cannot be used, he directly dispatched the cavalry to attack Luojing."
"Although this force only has 120,000 men, most of them are elite cavalrymen who have spent most of their lives fighting on the grasslands. The new king is so frightened that he can't even protect himself, let alone come to our aid."
"It seems that we can't rely on Luojing anymore. What about King Huainan? Their garrison is closer to Yanyu Island. If we march south, they might be able to help them out."
"Prince Huainan did reply, but he said it would take until next month for some troops to come to support us. We still need to hold on this month."
"Another month of defense?" The captain sneered, then looked at the large army with black flags and black armor outside.
"In half a month, I estimate that I will be wiped out by those people on the opposite side." He shook his head, then slowly walked down the city wall with his hands behind his back.
The journey was silent for a long time. Before returning to the barracks, he suddenly stopped and looked at a corner of the city.
"As for the Yuyan Hongyue Sect..." If we could invite the disciples from the major sects of the Yuyan Hongyue Sect to come and help, it would be easy to defend the Wuxin City.
The few people below glanced at each other for a few seconds before speaking slowly, "The Yuyan Hongyu Sect is a direct descendant of the Scarlet Phoenix. They are very 'disappointed' with the royal family."
No one said what came next. The captain knew what disappointment meant, and was probably still a little resentful. If the late emperor had not passed away, the Yuyan Hongyu Sect might have taken some action now.
Since the emperor's passing, the situation has shifted rapidly. Even the governors and generals, once steadfastly loyal to the dynasty, have become increasingly lost, unable to find the meaning of their loyalty. The emperor's will orders the dynasty to end, but the new ruler rebels, and the other two kings refuse to give up. If someone can ascend the throne quickly and without internal controversy, perhaps they can turn the tide and suppress the voices and waves of opposition.
But the conflict between the new emperor and the two kings, along with the Northern Army's southward advance, forced everyone to consider what the future held. Should they remain loyal to the new emperor or the two kings, or simply give up? But after giving up, who would they turn over to? Would they hand over the state and its people to those who rebelled? That would be a gamble of life. What if the other side still refused to let them go? How would they end up?
"Let's hold on for another month. If that doesn't work, we can only say it's fate. This is all we can do." The captain sighed to the sky, then walked into the barracks to rest.
Three days later.
The usually calm river surface was now covered with long iron chains, and then many bamboo rafts and wooden boards were laid on it. Pairs of foreign warriors in black clothes and armor came on the river like a tide, splashing water, and all kinds of shouting rose from the river surface and the top of the city wall.
On the city wall, the defenders armed with firearms kept firing, and a series of rockets were launched from the city. The wooden boards that fell on the river ignited bursts of flames and black smoke. At the foot of the city wall, ladders made of bamboo and wood were placed on the wall. Soldiers wearing black scarves and black leather armor bit their knives, climbed quickly with both hands, and then jumped onto the top of the city wall.
Most of them were born in the Seven Continents of Lei, and had long been accustomed to this kind of mountain climbing life. They were agile, and their swords flew as they rose and fell, making it difficult for the soldiers holding firearms on the city walls to catch them off guard.
The blade made of rotten silver iron has a long arc. Although it is easy to rust, it is also extremely sharp. These warriors slashed with their swords quickly, like pouring water, cutting the necks of the soldiers defending the city, and then continued to advance. Some jumped directly into the city and started to set fire. Bursts of black smoke rose in the city.
"Go, go, go! Open fire!" Seeing that the situation on the city wall was unfavorable and was about to be lost, captains and soldiers from the camp below kept rushing forward. They stood on one side of the city wall, squatted in the front row, stood in the back row, pulled the bolt of the firearm, and then fired.
The air was filled with the smoke of gunpowder, and after a round of shooting, many black-scarfed soldiers fell down. Although they were agile, their equipment was very simple and could not withstand the fire of the dynasty soldiers' firearms.
"Change people! Reload and fire!" Seeing that the effect was achieved, the captain in command was extremely calm. He asked the front row to retreat, and the soldiers at the back came forward with muskets, then squatted down and took aim.
A short flash of fire appeared again, followed by bursts of gunfire. Then another row of a dozen black-scarved soldiers fell, and the pressure on this corner of the city wall was relieved.
Seeing that the attack was blocked, the Black Scarf Army soldiers behind blew the eagle whistle, and the cool whistle sound echoed in the sky.
Soon, three black shadows swooped down from the sky, and then a crescent-shaped sickle flew by, hooking the captain's neck and cutting it. Three fourth-level sickle-flying soldiers swooped down on black eagles and jumped into the group of soldiers. They held the short and sharp sickles in their hands and swung and rotated them quickly, disrupting the shooting rhythm and killing all the soldiers.
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