Chapter 321: Fang La's Advance

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Charge, charge, charge!"

"For the Ming Venerable!"

"Long live the Holy Duke!"

"Overthrow the Great Song, kill all those corrupt officials who oppressed us in the past!"

Under the walls of Hangzhou City, densely packed soldiers of the Holy Duke's State shouted various slogans,

but all contained hatred for the corrupt and incompetent Great Song court and

fanatical loyalty to the Holy Duke Fang La, scrambling to charge toward the city walls.

It could be seen that because Zhao Ji allowed Tongguan and others to extort and plunder in the south, the people of the south had long been resentful;

Fang La's uprising and pleading for the people was still very popular.

Facing these Holy Duke State soldiers who had almost nothing but their lives,

the Great Song soldiers on the city walls, who had no will to fight in the first place, were beaten back step by step.

One after another, blood-stained, broken, and terrified corpses fell to the ground,

only to be trampled over without hesitation by the soldiers behind them.

Blood and terror had become the theme on the walls of Hangzhou City!

"Hold on!

Minister Chen has already written to General Song Wan of the Great Gan in Xiangyang to surrender,

as long as General Song sends reinforcements, our Hangzhou City will not be broken!"

A Hangzhou defender wearing Great Song general armor, holding a long spear, and fighting to the death with Ming Cult soldiers,

shouted loudly while piercing a Ming Cult soldier who had rashly advanced, encouraging morale.

"Great Gan's reinforcements?"

"We are saved!"

"Block them!"

Hearing the general's words, the low-morale defenders finally raised some fighting spirit.

Compared to the Great Gan's military edge that swept the north, Fang La, this rebel Holy Duke army, was nothing.

As long as a side army of the Great Gan came to reinforce, Fang La would be made to suffer a crushing defeat under the walls of Hangzhou City!

Thinking of the policies implemented by the Great Gan, the hearts of the Hangzhou defenders could not help but rise with some heat.

The Great Gan is coming, the blue sky is here; the Great Gan is coming, the south is peaceful!

"Kill, kill all these thieves who eat vegetables and serve demons!"

"Drive them off the city walls!"

With morale exploding, the Hangzhou defenders, in one go,

actually held their position and even had the posture of a counterattack,

pushing the Holy Duke State soldiers who had just stood firm on the city walls back by dozens of meters,

as if they would be driven off the city walls in the next moment, making Fang La's attack fail.

"Mantises trying to stop a chariot, mayflies shaking a tree, mere ants still wanting to defy heaven, ridiculous and not self-aware!"

Dozens of steps away from the Hangzhou defender, a Holy Duke army general, protected by dozens of Ming Cult soldiers,

who looked like the most ordinary passerby at a glance, but had a pair of eyes that were shockingly bright,

as if hiding a sharpness that could pierce the sky, sneered.

Who else could it be but Pang Wanchun, the divine archer known as "Little Yang Youji," who shot and killed seven Liang Shan heroes including Shi Jin and Shi Xiu at Yuling Pass in the original *Water Margin*,

taking advantage of Zhang Jie's uprising in the north and the Great Song being unable to take care of itself to rebel,

or rather, should be said to have raised a banner and established the Holy Duke State, calling himself the Holy Duke Fang La's subordinate?

"Let me extinguish your last fantasy!"

Pang Wanchun, with his bright eyes, stared fixedly at the Hangzhou defender who was encouraging morale,

raised the several-foot-long ox-horn giant bow held by the personal soldier behind him with his left hand,

and took an arrow with a birch wood shaft,

a hundred-forged fine iron arrowhead, and autumn goose feather fletching from the quiver at his waist with his right hand,

nocked the arrow and pulled the bow, the arm wrapped in armor muscles bulging, instantly pulling the bow like a full moon.

Pulling the bow like a full moon, looking northwest, shooting the Heavenly Wolf!

"Hit!"

He let out a light whistle, and his long, powerful fingers released, the fully charged bow body shook violently,

and the force of hundreds of catties was transmitted to the arrow in the blink of an eye.

The powerful arrow flew out instantly, shooting toward the Hangzhou defender who had just encouraged morale like a shooting star chasing the moon.

"I..."

The defender was about to continue encouraging morale, but suddenly, he could no longer make a sound.

"Heh, heh..."

Dots of bright red blood spat out from his mouth.

That birch wood arrow had actually pierced through the several layers of armor that were tightly protecting his,

and only at the neck, where a fragile connection was left for convenience,

it was stuck firmly in his throat!

"General, General!"

His personal soldiers were instantly pale, as if mourning their parents.

"The general is dead, the general is dead!"

Other soldiers suddenly encountered such a big change, and could not help but exclaim.

"Run, run!"

Without the backbone, the fighting spirit that the defenders had finally raised instantly vanished,

one by one throwing away their armor and scrambling to flee into Hangzhou City.

Whoever wanted to defend this Hangzhou City could defend it; anyway, they couldn't defend it.

"Kill, charge over!"

Such a good opportunity to completely disintegrate the fighting spirit of the Hangzhou defenders,

Pang Wanchun, who shot the shocking arrow, naturally would not let it go.

He carried the bow and arrow on his back, took the twelve-foot long spear handed over by the personal soldier,

and charged toward the fleeing defenders first,

for a time he was like a fierce tiger in a flock of sheep, the long spear either chopping, or stabbing, or picking,

always able to find the flaws of the enemy in front of him with the most labor-saving angle, killing with one blow,

this was the most orthodox battlefield martial arts, simple and clear but murderous.

In front of him, there was no enemy that could withstand a single blow.

"Run, run!"

Where had the defenders seen such a fierce person, one by one their fighting spirit was lost,

turning around and fleeing, only hating their parents for not giving them a few more legs.

As for the heavy armor and weapons in their hands that would drag down their running speed, they were naturally thrown away.

The so-called throwing away armor is like this: when running away,

wearing heavy armor is simply looking for death.

Besides, after fleeing, still wearing the Great Song standard armor,

isn't this clearly telling the rebel army attacking the city that they are their enemies?

Throwing away the armor and weapons, and then changing into a set of civilian clothes in the city, hiding in civilian houses,

hiding themselves among the common people, this is the best way to save their lives.

After all, the best way to hide a grain of sand is to transport it to the desert,

the best way to hide a drop of water is to send it to the ocean composed of thousands of water droplets.

"Good, Wanchun is worthy of the name Little Yang Youji!

After such a shocking arrow, there will be no repetition in this battle!"

Under the city, Fang La, who came to supervise the battle in person, wearing a sky-piercing corner bright gold turban,

wearing a nine-dragon embroidered robe with sun and moon clouds, waist tied with a gold-inlaid treasure-embedded exquisite jade belt,

feet wearing double gold-stitched cloud-root morning boots, riding a silver-maned white horse,

and establishing the Holy Duke State in the south, calling himself the Holy Duke, was overjoyed.

"He Xi to the Holy Duke, congratulations to the Holy Duke, the hegemony

Wearing double-gold cloud-patterned court boots, riding a silver-maned white horse,

Fang La, who established the Holy Duke State in the Jiangnan region and styled himself the Holy Duke, was overjoyed.

"He Xi to the Holy Duke, congratulations to the Holy Duke, the hegemony is within reach!"

Dressed in a Daoist robe, it is rumored that like the Cloud-Entering Dragon Gongsun Sheng under Zhang Jie,

Zheng Biao, the Grand Marshal of the Holy Duke State's Palace Marshal's Office who is proficient in Daoist arts, also congratulated Fang La with a joyful face.

Of course, the current Gongsun Sheng would not dare to call himself "Cloud-Entering Dragon."

After all, the dragon is a symbol of the emperor~

"He Xi to you too, congratulations to you too."

"Haha!"

Fang La laughed and responded, his face full of irrepressible joy.

"The city is broken, the city is broken!"

Following a shout from someone who was either a Hangzhou defender or a Ming Sect soldier,

The heavy city gate of Hangzhou, built from a mixture of thousand-year-old ironwood and metal, weighing several thousand jin, swung open with a boom.

Hangzhou, this famous southern city and wealthy city known as "There is heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below,"

Which was designated as the temporary capital during the Southern Song, and was effectively the capital, was completely exposed to Fang La's Holy Duke Army.

"Order the whole army to press forward!"

A sharp glint flashed through Fang La's eyes as he issued the order solemnly.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Countless Holy Duke soldiers who had been waiting outside the city surged into Hangzhou like a tide.

With the city gate broken, the Hangzhou defenders no longer had any will to fight,

Fleeing in succession, and Fang La's Holy Duke Army faced no further obstacles.