Chapter 834: Siege (8800 bonus)

"The Prefect has arrived!"

Song Ci, the Prefect of Jiangzhou, climbed the city tower and looked at the Army Formation outside, his face turning ashen: "Today, this official shall live or die with this city!"

Scholar-officials of the Great Song have a duty to defend the land; if this official were to flee, not only would he die, but his family would also be convicted of a crime.

At this moment, he drew his long sword: "This official shall personally oversee the battle. If the soldiers flee, you are to execute them; if you flee, this official shall execute you!"

"Understood!"

Chen Zitong exchanged glances with several Camp Commanders and could only obey with a sense of dread.

Song Ci then asked: "The initial intelligence report stated there were only a few hundred rebels at Luzhouji; why are there two thousand?"

"Drop the stones!"

Boom! Boom!

A group of Fengxiang Army family members shouted, causing the morale of the vanguard to plummet instantly.

"Big brother, the family misses you..."

"This seems to be quite effective."

"As expected, this fighting spirit is truly poor..."

This person was very dull, had no other hobbies, and spent every day practicing Wu, then supervising himself!

Such obedient soldiers who follow orders are the favorites of the officers above.

Hei Er, having once again become one of the Six Jia Divine Soldiers, led the main force to press forward again.

"Kill!"

There were fully over a thousand of them! They were also a fresh force!

It was not just him; those colleagues whose families were in the army all had the same thought, but alas...

On the city wall, Chen Zitong watched this scene and could not help but nod.

The soldiers above shouted loudly, but it was of no use.

Especially the Fengxiang Army!

Before the words had even faded, the second younger brother opposite slashed over with a blade.

"Charge!"

Seeing many former comrades-in-arms swinging blades at them, how many could still remain clear-headed?

"Most of the families of the Fengxiang Army soldiers are within the city. They were only forced to kneel to the rebels against their will. It would be better to send their families to the city wall to call out to them, using a psychological strategy; perhaps it could cause the enemy army to collapse on its own."

But even so, the soldiers in the rear were fearless of death, coming in an endless stream; another one jumped up, brandishing a blade-wind, and managed to carve out an empty space on the city wall.

"Camp Commander... it's bad, the east city wall has been breached, the enemy has seized the city tower!"

Suddenly, an old soldier looked at one of the Six Jia Divine Soldiers charging toward him and froze.

"No, no, I haven't lost yet, bring up the reserves!"

Chen Zitong stated his strategy.

"Husband..."

"This subordinate obeys!"

His home was right in the city; how could he be willing to let the city be breached?

The war drums sounded.

Once Prefect Song heard this, he knew the plan was feasible and said with great joy: "Camp Commander Chen, the situation is sudden. With my authority to make decisions on the spot, I entrust the entire matter of city defense to you. Do not let this official down!"

Chen Zitong knelt down in great joy, secretly clenching his fists.

"Oh? Speak quickly." Prefect Song recognized this person as Chen Zitong, who had been requesting to fight all along, and his ill feelings toward him could not help but diminish slightly.

But when it was his turn to be supervised by the other party, he felt very helpless.

"I..."

"Fire arrows!"

Once these words were spoken, the faces of Chen Zitong and the others burned with shame.

Zheng Wu had just wanted to move, but seeing this scene, he felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

"Even if I die, I cannot implicate my family!"

Zheng Wu followed behind Zhang San, looking at the familiar Jiangzhou Fucheng, his heart filled with reluctance.

Although the other party's features had changed somewhat, that familiar temperament made him recognize him at a glance, and he said in disbelief: "Is it you, second brother? I am your big brother!"

"It's happening again... this same scene!"

"Fight them to the death!"

Zheng Wu gripped the long blade in his hand, wanting to strike back by surprise; he had practiced this strike for many years and was confident he could kill this Zhang San.

In the rear, Aaron watched until he wanted to cover his face: "Charge again!"

"Kill!"

"Charge, as long as we fill the moat, that will suffice!"

Even though both sides wore the same Fengxiang Army uniforms, they were now like irreconcilable enemies, slaughtering each other.

"Makes sense!"

This time, the city wall felt immense pressure.

Song Ci roared: "As expected, soldiers are the least trustworthy!"

A former surrendered soldier suddenly dropped his weapon and fled toward the rear.

'This... this is openly using us as cannon fodder!'

Zheng Wu gritted his teeth and launched a charge along with a group of surrendered soldiers.

"Release arrows!"

Zhan Da did not hesitate, directly ordering the release of arrows, shooting dead the surrendered soldiers at the very rear.

"Help!"

"Ah! I don't want to attack the city anymore."

Several soldiers shouted, turning around to hack and slash at the regular soldiers they were following, and actually managed to achieve a few results.

"Disobeying military orders, kill!"

His eye sockets were blood-red; clutching his long spear, he fell off the city wall and was smashed into a pulp of flesh.

The veteran spat out bloody foam and collapsed with a look of astonishment on his face.

At this moment, Zhang San heard the sound of drums and said, "Military orders are like mountains; this time... you auxiliary troops attack first! We will hold the rear!"

The next moment, as the two armies separated, an unusual movement occurred.

Zheng Wu glanced at Zhang San beside him.

"Let us in!"

Chen Zitong stepped out of the ranks and replied, "Reporting to the Prefect... judging by their attire, they are the previous surrendered soldiers of the Fengxiang Army, being coerced by the rebels to attack the city together."

The moat was quickly filled in, and then the Cloud Ladders were set against the city wall; the Six Jia Divine Soldiers climbed like ants, disregarding their lives.

But just at this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the city gate, shaking even the city wall, and dust and smoke rose instantly.

Zhang San held his blade, standing right behind Zheng Wu, and shouted.

"What has happened?"

A group of surrendered soldiers arrived at the foot of the city wall and even swam across the river, only to find that the city gate had long been closed.

A soldier climbed onto the city wall and immediately swung his blade, parrying several long spears, but there were too many enemies from all directions, and a long spear still pierced his lower abdomen.

At this time, on the city ramparts, some residents from the city had also been brought up: "Gouzi... where are you?"

Chen Zitong was just holding his sword and fighting hard when Tang Xun came to report: "The enemy army is strange... the family members on the city tower have instead become our burden."

This soldier immediately stepped on his corpse without mercy and killed toward the defenders behind, only to be hacked to death by a flurry of blades...

As for opening the city gate to take in the routed soldiers? Who knew if there were hidden internal agents or death soldiers mixed in? What if the enemy took the opportunity to attack?

He absolutely did not dare to give this order.

Both sides were flesh and blood, but the shouting only had a partial effect; the remaining surrendered soldiers fought desperately, and the ones who became chaotic were instead his own side.

However, at this moment, Chen Zitong still gritted his teeth and stood out: "Prefect, this subordinate has a plan that might make the enemy army collapse on its own!"

Chen Zitong shouted.

To avoid being looted by the rebel soldiers, the wealthy families in the city were also enthusiastically supporting the main army, sending out able-bodied men and guards to form a reserve force.

But more regular soldiers had faces as cold as iron; they drew their blades and pounced, hacking those few people into pieces in the blink of an eye.

"Hateful, to fail in battle is incompetence, to submit to the enemy after being captured is disloyalty... why don't such disloyal and incompetent people just die?"

Chen Zitong's eyes were blood-red, but he remained rational: "To guard against the enemy using that kind of thunder again... most people should plug their ears, leaving only the messengers!"

With the first foothold gained, a second and a third soldier climbed up.

Chen Zitong and the various generals looked on with pale expressions: "Each and every one of them is a First Ascender Death Soldier; this is impossible!"

"The city gate is broken! The city gate is broken!"

The main army outside cheered, while the morale of the defenders plummeted instantly...

(End of this chapter)