Chapter 73: Break the City! Shock the Entire Army!

“General.”

“Can this Zhu Ying really break the city?”

“He brought no siege equipment at all—only cavalry.”

“Once they reach the city wall, they’ll have no way forward.”

Zhu Ying’s personal guard commander spoke with deep skepticism.

Of course!

It’s no wonder he doubts it.

Many of the army’s officers thought the same right now.

Jincheng’s city gate was heavily fortified; even after days of Ming attacks, it had not been breached, proving its strength.

Without siege equipment, how could anyone possibly imagine breaking it?

When the cavalry fully charges the gate, arrows will rain down from the towers—even with the cover of night, casualties will be catastrophic.

“Zhu Ying would never gamble with his own life.”

“Zhu Ying has his own plan for this.”

“What our army must do is fully support Zhu Ying’s assault,” Fu Youde said grimly.

At this very moment.

He still chose to trust Zhu Ying.

“Transmit my order.”

“Cannons fire at full speed.”

“Suppress the Yuan troops,” Fu Youde shouted.

“Yes, General!”

The nearby personal guard shouted back.

Boom, boom, boom!

Beneath the night sky, fire blazed into the heavens.

Cannons fired continuously, pounding Jincheng; each shell smashed through roofs and killed Yuan soldiers.

This also delivered great shock to the Yuan forces.

Amidst the cannon fire.

Zhu Ying led the cavalry in a swift advance, closing in on Jincheng.

“Spread out!”

“Watch for enemy arrows!”

Zhu Ying charged forward, shouting orders even as he pressed toward the gate.

Ten thousand cavalry transformed into several long dragons surging toward Jincheng.

And atop the city walls.

The thunder of hooves rolled across the night, mingling with the cannons’ roar.

Each flash of firelight revealed countless cavalry charging forward in that fleeting glow.

“What are these Ming soldiers doing?”

“Cavalry attacking the city?”

“Are they committing suicide?”

The Yuan officers and soldiers atop the walls stared in stunned disbelief at the Ming cavalry charging below.

They had never imagined the Ming would send cavalry to assault the city.

“Archers!”

“Fire!”

The Yuan officer on duty shouted loudly.

Instantly!

The Yuan archers atop the walls rapidly gathered.

They raised their bows and loosed a wild barrage downward.

Beneath the night, they could barely aim—only random volleys were possible.

The Ming soldiers charging below could only press forward, relying on luck.

Zhu Ying gripped his blade; even in darkness, he clearly saw the falling arrows, his war saber slashing effortlessly to knock them aside.

“The gate.”

Zhu Ying pressed forward, rapidly closing in on the gate.

Cavalry assaulting a city seemed like a fairy tale.

And indeed, it was a fairy tale.

But the key to breaking the gate lay in Zhu Ying himself—with his strength and his Tiger-Head Great Blade, he would cleave it open.

Facing a relentless rain of arrows from above.

Many of Zhu Ying’s soldiers behind him were struck down or wounded by random arrows.

Yet Zhu Ying advanced swiftly.

Thirty paces.

Twenty paces.

When the distance fell under ten paces.

Zhu Ying tightened his grip on his saber.

All his strength, all his true qi, surged into his right arm.

His entire body coiled with power.

“Powerful slash!”

As the distance shrank to less than three paces, at the instant his horse lunged forward.

Zhu Ying’s saber exploded outward.

Beneath the night sky.

The blade sliced through the void.

With unbearable sharpness, it roared toward the city gate before him.

The blade’s light descended.

A sharp hiss.

The edge struck the gate—sparks flew—but the gate’s thickness could not halt the blade’s fury.

The blade cut down.

The gate was effortlessly split open.

Inside, the Yuan soldiers stared in shock.

Sparks flared vividly against the darkness.

Especially seeing this razor-sharp blade cleave their thick, forged gate so easily—the Yuan soldiers inside were stunned.

“How is this possible?”

“How can a blade cut through a city gate?”

“This gate is forged from solid iron!”

The Yuan soldiers inside stared in terror, utterly unprepared.

And in the next instant.

The blade that had split the gate trembled.

With a thunderous boom.

The already severed gate shattered completely.

The gate that had resisted Ming assault for half a month now collapsed in a single crash.

Several Yuan soldiers were crushed beneath the falling iron, writhing in agony as they spat blood and died.

“Slain a Northern Yuan soldier. Gained 10 Strength. Gained 20 days of lifespan.”

“Slain a Northern Yuan soldier. Gained 10 True Qi. Gained 25 days of lifespan.”

…

Long-awaited kill prompts—attributes and lifespan added.

“Quick, block them!”

“Kill!”

“Do not let the Ming break through!”

“Hold the line!”

The Yuan officer guarding the gate cried out in panic.

Countless Yuan soldiers immediately rushed toward the gate with weapons drawn.

Trying to halt Zhu Ying’s advance.

“Soldiers, follow me and kill!”

Zhu Ying roared.

His horse surged forward without pause.

The tiger-head great knife in his hand radiated endless cold radiance.

“Furious Dance Blade Technique.”

Zhu Ying unleashed the martial technique again.

Brilliant blade flashes carved out more than a dozen cuts beneath the night sky.

The blade slashes passed through.

Blood splashed in mingled flashes.

Nearly ten Northern Yuan soldiers charging forward were instantly slain—decapitated, cut in half.

The power infused in the blade’s edge carried the force of mountains collapsing and seas overturning—no mortal could stand against it.

“Slain Northern Yuan soldier: +10 Qi, +10 days of lifespan.”

“Slain Northern Yuan soldier: +10 Constitution, +15 days of lifespan.”

“Slain…”

As Zhu Ying’s battle knife slew enemies, the system prompts kept coming.

“Do not let the Ming troops enter the city!”

“Advance!”

“Those who retreat—die!”

The Northern Yuan officer behind shouted loudly, urging the city defenders to hold the line.

“Kill!!”

The Northern Yuan troops inside the city surged forward in endless waves, nearly blocking the entire street.

This was a siege battle—one fell, another took his place, relentlessly blocking the path.

Zhu Ying remained utterly calm.

“Giddyap!”

A loud cry rang out.

The warhorse charged forward.

Toward the endless sea of Northern Yuan soldiers ahead.

The battle knife swung wildly.

What looked like one slash was in truth multiple cuts delivered at once.

Blood sprayed through the night.

Beneath Zhu Ying’s blade, Northern Yuan soldiers fell like harvested vegetables, easily cut down.

During this process, his attributes increased continuously.

Behind Zhu Ying,

Liu Lei led two hundred personal guards in close pursuit.

They spurred their horses, racing at top speed to catch up with their general.

“Brothers!”

“Follow the general!”

“Kill every last Northern Yuan soldier!”

“Kill!”

Liu Lei roared.

“Kill! Kill!”

The two hundred personal guards roared, following their general.

They charged into the city, warhorses trampling, plunging straight into the endless tide of Northern Yuan troops ahead.

The battle knife swung wildly, slashing.

They plunged into chaotic combat with the Northern Yuan forces.

Behind them,

Wei Quan and Zhang Wu saw the city gate shattered, saw Zhu Ying and his personal guards storming inside.

They were all stunned.

“The general’s divine might!”

“The general’s divine might!”

“Brothers!”

“The general broke through the gate!”

“Kill… kill!”

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