On the day when the Jin soldiers arrived at the city, the sky was gloomy and dark, with heavy clouds covering the sky like a canopy that seemed ready to collapse at any time and crush all living things.

At this time, the army was lined up facing the city. At a glance, flags blocked the sun, armor was as black as ink, and long spears were like a forest. The central army was infantry, the two wings were cavalry, and behind them were mechanized troops with thunder cannons, catapults, battering rams, etc. Inside the central army, a large three-color banner (pronounced Tao) fluttered in the cold wind of Liaodong. It was the banner of Zhuoletai, the commander-in-chief of the three armies.

The 70,000-strong army stood still, and even the crows and sparrows were silent, which shows that the commander was strict in commanding the troops.

Yuan Mao had already conscripted all the able-bodied men in the city, but the Jin army still had nearly twenty times more troops than his own. If they had not been so well-fed, they would have been surrounded and killed. In a battle with such a huge disparity in numbers, the weaker side would often collapse before the battle even began. It was truly courageous for the Jin army to be able to stand upright on the city wall and face the mountains of heads. Before the two armies even started fighting, the killing intent was already spreading between their breaths.

Yuan Sikong looked at the overwhelming army below the city and began to tremble from the bottom of his heart, but he was quickly driven off the city wall by Yuan Mao.

Zhuoletai's army beat the war drums, the sound was like thunder, one after another, chasing the rhythm of heartbeats. The army began to shout along with the drums, probably in Jurchen language, which they could not understand, but the short and high-pitched rhythm had extremely powerful magic, turning into an invisible sword, sweeping across the three armies. The shouting became more and more rapid, and the tense atmosphere impacted everyone's pulse, making their hearts beat wildly with that frequency unconsciously, as if they would explode and die in the next moment!

The frequency of the drums and shouts stopped abruptly at the moment of climax. After a sudden silence, the man under the banner drew his sword, pointed it at Guangning City, and shouted: "Shoot--"

The sound is powerful and far-reaching!

Archers pointed their bows at the full moon, and thousands of arrows flew towards Guangning City like locusts.

As soon as the arrow left the bowstring, the Jin army's well-trained infantry raised their shields in unison, placed them above their heads to protect the archers, and began to advance step by step towards the city wall.

Almost at the same time, the defenders on the city wall also raised their shields to resist the rain of arrows. War drums suddenly beat on Guangning City. Han Zhaoxing hid under his shield and shouted, "Attack!"

A forest of arrows flew towards the Jin army. The black shields were filled with bamboo arrows. The arrow feathers were still shaking. The Jin army's archers had already drilled out their shields and shot a second wave of arrows.

Arrows flew back and forth from both sides. The shields of the Jin army below the city kept breaking, and the Sheng army on the city fell to the ground and wailed incessantly.

Zhuoletai used archers as the vanguard to weaken Sheng's attack, and then sent out a second wave of infantry, still protected by shields, in an attempt to move the battering ram under the city wall.

Yuan Mao personally lifted the fiery red curtain of the Fengshen cannon, and under his command, the artillery bombarded the troops transporting the battering ram.

The Fengshen cannon was a breech-loading cannon, much safer than the previous muzzle-loading cannons that were prone to explosion, and the loading speed was much faster. However, it was expensive to build, and Liaoning received a total of four cannons, all of which were installed in Guangning City.

The two cannons fired simultaneously, completely blowing the battering ram away.

Zhuoletai no longer let the battering ram advance recklessly, but instead commanded two catapults to throw huge wood and stones at Guangning City.

When the boulder hit the city, blood and flesh flew everywhere; when it hit the wall, ice cracked and tiles collapsed. The more primitive the power, the more domineering it is.

"Fire!" Han Zhaoxing roared, "Archers get ready!".

"Kill—"

The beating of drums shook the sky, and the shouts pierced the clouds. The Jin army attacked with huge stones, and the Sheng army responded with artillery fire. In the back and forth battle, countless people were killed and wounded.

The battering ram troops continued to advance towards the base of the city wall under cover. After one team was blown away, another team came up. Finally, they put down the wooden planks, crossed the moat, and marched towards the main city gate.

The Sheng army smashed the oil bottles at the shields protecting the siege ram troops, then ignited the rockets and shot them at the kerosene that was spurting out of the broken oil bottles.

Large areas of shield armor burst into flames, and miserable howls were heard from beneath the shield armor.

Zhuoletai's artillery vehicles also moved slowly. These Pili cannons were muzzle-loading cannons that were prone to explosion. They were improved from the Red Cannons. In terms of mechanical manufacturing, the Barbarians were far behind the Central Plains, but they had as many as eight cannons, so they won in terms of quantity.

Just as the Fengshen cannons were blasting flowers all over the ground, Zhuoletai's cannons also exploded in unison, bombarding the Guangning city wall.

The wall of Guangningwei City is 20 feet thick, and with the ice layer poured in every day, it is nearly 30 feet thick. It is extremely strong and even under the impact of cannonballs, it has not been damaged at all.

However, this is only temporary.

After wave after wave of dead soldiers blocked the road, the Jin army's battering ram finally hit the gate of Guangningwei for the first time. The power of the hammer did not damage the gate at all, but it struck the heart of every Sheng army soldier.

Han Zhaoxing was sweating profusely in the severe winter as he gave orders back and forth on the top of the city wall. Yuan Mao was his assistant, but he was more useful in giving orders than Han Zhaoxing. At this time, the war situation was critical, and they tacitly put aside their open and secret struggles and focused on defending the city. However, the Jin army was as powerful as a tiger, and the small city of Guangning was in danger.

"Report—the southern corner of the city was destroyed by a huge rock!"

"Chen Yulong, you take 300 soldiers to reinforce the south of the city."

"yes!"

"Liang Huiyong, send two hundred more archers to protect the west gate."

"yes!"

The battle had lasted for nearly two hours. Zhuoletai's offensive was still fierce, and the Sheng army was also methodical. The battering ram hit the city gate several times, but was repelled by the defenders on the city. Zhuoletai continued to let the battering ram troops go up, and at the same time sent infantry with ladders to rush to the city wall.

Countless long ladders were placed on the city walls, and the fearless soldiers climbed up one after another. The defenders on the city walls met them with bows and arrows, stones, and rolling water. They killed one wave after another, and the Jin soldiers kept falling off the ladders, and their miserable howls were heard incessantly.

Since ancient times, attacking a city is the worst strategy, and the ant-attachment technique is the worst strategy for attacking a city, but it is also the most common and easiest to control tactic, especially when our enemies are few in number, and artillery stones and battering rams have dispersed most of Sheng’s firepower. The ladders are constantly being broken and constantly attaching, and in the end it is not only a matter of manpower, but also of perseverance.

Yuan Mao divided the defenders of the city wall into two groups. One group attacked the Jin army climbing the wall, while the other group rested. They took turns repeatedly and vowed to never retreat. They held the city wall defense line and did not allow a single Jin soldier to climb up the wall.

Gradually, no one dared to climb up.

Sheng Jun's stubbornness was beyond Zhuoletai's imagination.

The battle lasted from noon to dusk, and the Jin army lost thousands of soldiers. Several times, they saw a gap had been opened, but they attacked fiercely and then retreated again. In the end, they failed to capture the city.

Zhuoletai was unwilling to give in and continued his attack.

Both sides suffered heavy losses, and their generals and soldiers were exhausted. When daylight disappeared and dusk fell, Zhuoletai advanced instead of retreating, intending to use his numerical advantage to tire out the Guangning defenders.

"General, the south city can't hold on any longer!"

"General Han, I'm afraid we don't have enough arrows."

Han Zhaoxing was extremely anxious, but he still tried to remain calm: "Keep holding on, hold on!"

Yuan Mao's eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale, but he was still commanding his soldiers non-stop. No one knew whether Guangning City could survive tonight, but as long as he was still alive, he would kill one more golden dog!

The pressure from Zhuoletai was no less than that from Yuanmao. The corpses under the city were piled up to two men high. Even after a huge reward was announced, no one dared to climb the ladder. Moreover, the soldiers were tired and had not had a drop of water for half a day. The offensive was obviously much slower.

When it was completely dark, Zhuoletai saw that the morale of the troops was low and that continuing the attack would only result in greater losses. In desperation, he finally ordered a retreat.

At this point, Guangningwei survived the first night after the war began.