Chapter 151: Life and Death Moment
The high platform where Shen Yuexi was located was specially responsible for lifting bricks. It was less than a hundred meters away from the city wall, and he could clearly see everything happening on the wall.
When the first Xirong soldier showed his head on the city wall, her heart skipped a beat.
The Western Rong people attacked the city wall.
Among the many armored Yan soldiers on the city wall, the Xirong soldier in his pointed felt hat stood out. She knew that if even one Xirong soldier could scale the city wall, it would mean the Yan army was at a disadvantage and unable to repel the enemy.
The crossbowmen who had previously defended the city walls had exhausted their bolts and retreated along both sides of the wall. Now it was Wei Liang's Yan soldiers, armed with large shields and swords, who engaged the Western Rong army in hand-to-hand combat.
The Dayan soldier closest to the Xirong man raised a large shield with several feather arrows on it to block the attack of the Xirong soldier's sword, then swung the sword and chopped it on the Xirong soldier's neck. Blood spurted out of the Xirong soldier's neck and he fell backwards.
The Yan soldier had just drawn his sword when a feathered arrow flew in and struck him squarely in the face. He staggered twice, took two steps back like a drunk, and fell from the high platform, carrying the feathered arrow with him.
More Xirong soldiers emerged from beneath the city walls, shouting and brandishing their gleaming swords to engage the defending Yan army. The Yan soldiers atop the walls thrust their sharp spears downwards and slashed with their bloodstained swords, fighting back.
From the walls, cries of slaughter echoed, the clashing of swords and spears incessantly echoing. As soon as one Xirong soldier vanished, another appeared. Yan soldiers continuously fell from the platforms, forming a hillock beneath the walls. The following Yan soldiers, swords in hand, climbed up, clutching blood-soaked ladders, replacing the dead and wounded on the walls.
Everyone knew what the consequences would be if the Xirong captured the city walls. In such a crisis, even a coward would fight to the death for his life.
Shen Yuexi held the guardrail in front of her tightly with both hands, as if the guardrail was a spear, so that she could go into battle and kill the enemy.
But this was just a fantasy. She had no strength, not even enough to catch a chicken. And Qiu Liming wouldn't let her join the battle. The result of being carried away by passion would only be another corpse under the city wall.
In the face of life and death, the feeling of being powerless and having to place all your hopes on others is truly suffocating.
By this time, the Yan army on the left wall had been nearly wiped out. The platform was piled with corpses from both sides, leaving little room for footing. More and more Western Rong soldiers climbed onto the walls, already numbering dozens. Leading them was a Western Rong captain, who wielded his sword to scatter the Yan troops guarding the Great Yan flag, severing it with a single blow. He seemed unstoppable.
Shen Yuexi couldn't help but raise her hands to cover her eyes.
Wei Liang's Yan army was clearly no match for the enemy. If this trend continued, the city walls would soon be overrun by the Western Rong, and without the barrier of the walls, the Yan army would be completely routed. She couldn't imagine the tragedy that would follow.
"Mistress, mistress!" Yang Cong's anxious voice sounded behind her.
Shen Yuexi turned around and saw Yang Cong running up the wooden steps onto the platform. She was covered in smoke and dust, her face colorless. She held a shield in her right hand and shouted at her:
"It's already this late, what are you still doing here? Run! I've got my horse ready."
As she spoke, she grabbed Shen Yuexi's wrist and tried to pull her away.
Shen Yuexi struggled back, broke free from Yang Cong, and said, "I won't leave."
Yang Cong was startled and asked, "Madam, are you frightened? What's the point of standing here?"
"I can't leave," Shen Yuexi shook her head. "General Wei is injured. The army is now without a commander, and all the orders are from General Qiu. If I run away again, I'm afraid it will shake the morale of the army."
Except for the Yan army under Wei Liang, the rest of the Yan army trusted her. She felt that standing here could boost morale.
Yang Cong shouted anxiously, "If you die, how can I explain to my master?"
The two were arguing when a roar came from the city wall in the distance. It was Qiu Liming's voice.
"Guardian Madam, everyone follow me."
The five hundred crossbowmen under Qiu Liming changed to melee weapons in the rear, climbed up the ladder on the left side of the city wall, and joined the battle to defend the city wall.
These soldiers were veterans of Xiao Zhuo's battles against the Northern Di. Upon arriving at Xiaogang Village, they joined Xiao Zhuo's command. Wearing iron face shields, they looked intimidating. Their combat effectiveness was unmatched by Wei Liang's pampered Yan troops.
Qiu Liming was unrivaled in his bravery, charging to the front of the group. He stepped over several corpses, first slashing down two Western Rong soldiers who came forward with his sword, and then confronted the Western Rong captain.
The centurion roared, swinging his sword diagonally at Qiu Liming's shoulder. Qiu Liming raised his shield and charged at him, knocking the sword off his hand. Even the centurion took a step back, and before he could regain his balance, Qiu Liming had already stabbed him in the chest with his sword, then kicked him in the chest. As he leaned back, he used the momentum to pull out his sword, drawing a puff of blood.
The centurion covered his chest with his hands and fell down from the city wall.
Shen Yuexi only now realized that Qiu Liming was not weak at all. He had not been able to defeat Dan Muji before, not because of his lack of strength. She clenched her fists, jumped up and shouted excitedly:
"General Qiu, well done! Iron-faced Army, keep going!"
There are no weak soldiers under a strong general. How could it be possible for someone who follows Xiao Zhuo to be weak?
Qiu Liming killed the enemy's centurion. Seeing this, the soldiers following him were greatly encouraged and fought hard. Soon they wiped out the Western Rong army that had climbed up the city wall, reoccupied the entire wall, and raised the flag of Dayan on the wall again.
The Yan army on the city wall and the soldiers on the ground inside the city wall looked up at the Great Yan flag that had been erected again and was fluttering in the cold wind, and they all raised their swords and shouted.
The cheers were deafening.
Inspired by this scene, Shen Yuexi excitedly turned around, grabbed Yang Cong's arm with both hands, and shook her, shouting, "Yang Cong, we've repelled the enemy, we've repelled them!"
Yang Cong was so shaken that he couldn't speak clearly: "Master... Mistress, there are so many enemies... We can't kill... kill them all."
After hearing what Yang Cong said, Shen Yuexi remembered that there were 20,000 troops on the opposite side.
I was so excited just now that I forgot about it.
She let go of Yang Cong and just turned around, she saw a row of blurry red shadows appearing in the sky outside the city wall, like a row of red fog, or like thousands of fiery red birds.
"Rocket!" Qiu Liming roared, raising his shield to block his body. The Yan soldiers in the city also raised their shields for protection.
"Hurry up and squat!" Yang Cong exclaimed, rushed forward to block Shen Yuexi, pressed Shen Yuexi's head with one hand to make her squat, and raised his shield.
Shen Yuexi obediently hugged her head with both hands and curled up into a ball.
She knew too well the horror of bows and arrows; she had experienced it since the moment she came through.
The sound of "thump, thump" continued all around, like countless nails being hammered into wood. Even Yang Cong's shield above his head made two dull sounds, like someone hitting it with a hammer.
Fortunately, Yang Cong brought a shield, otherwise, without any protection, he would probably have been killed by these two arrows?
While she was comforting herself, Yang Cong cried out as if she had been burned. He hurriedly threw away his shield, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up and ran away. His grip was so strong that it almost made her cry.
No more shields?
As she ran, she looked back and found that the feather arrow stuck in the shield had caught fire and turned into a blazing fire stick. The cowhide covering the surface of the shield gave off a burnt smell.
Not only that, flames erupted from several spots on the platform she was on, even the wooden platform close to the city wall started to catch fire, and her exposed skin felt the burning pain.
The enemy general on the opposite side apparently noticed that all the platforms and shelves in the city were made of wood, so he ordered an attack with rockets.
It's over.
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