Chapter 875: Flowing Blood

"This is a blessing from the heavens for us; we must win, we must win."

At the top of the Miancheng city walls, Ashuer, Aersiji, and others had all climbed up.

Soldiers stood behind them, holding up umbrellas for them.

At this moment, Dou Wei looked toward the hazy firelight in the heavy rain, muttering to himself incessantly.

The sudden heavy rain forced the Yan King Army to stop their artillery bombardment.

This made them heave a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, they, including Aersiji, immediately concluded that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a counterattack.

The Yan King's Artillery could not be used in the heavy rain, and naturally, their muskets could not be used either.

If they sent out soldiers to engage in hand-to-hand combat at this moment, they would surely achieve miraculous results.

Thus, they immediately dispatched an army of two hundred thousand to circle around from both flanks and surround the Yan King Army's camp.

If the attack went smoothly, they would send more troops to support them, striving to wipe out this Yan King Army in one fell swoop.

"Bless us, bless us." As Dou Wei closed his eyes to pray, Fan Xinglun followed suit.

For the past two days, he had been terrified all day long.

Under the bombardment of the Yan King Army, tens of thousands of soldiers were killed or wounded every day.

This situation of being helpless and only able to take a beating had caused the morale of the generals and soldiers to drop to the extreme.

Therefore, for them, this opportunity was once in a lifetime.

They had many people and were not afraid of hand-to-hand combat.

If one could not beat a Yan King soldier, they could use two, or three.

Even if they lost ninety percent of their soldiers, as long as they could completely annihilate this Yan King Army, it would be enough.

Moreover, the Yan Wang was in the army.

If they won and killed the Yan Wang, their failing situation would be reversed.

Even if the Yan Wang escaped, having suffered such a heavy blow, Jiangbei would not be able to recover for a while.

When the Western Lands army arrived, the Yan Wang's end would also be death.

Although Ashuer and Aersiji were not as superstitious as the two of them.

They all had grave expressions on their faces.

In order to turn the Yan King Army upside down, he had sent out his most elite soldiers.

Aersiji also sent out five thousand Ross soldiers.

It could be said that for this sneak attack, they had sent out all their elites.

"The explosions have stopped," Ashuer suddenly said, letting out a heavy sigh of relief.

This operation was mainly decided by him and Aersiji.

Based on experience, they concluded that the Yan King's muskets and Artillery could not be used in the heavy rain.

So they immediately launched a sneak attack on the Yan King's camp.

"Yes, they have stopped," Aersiji also breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was in Yizhou, he had been paying attention to the war in Jiangnan.

During the Battle of Jinling, the Shizu Army had once sneaked into the Yan King's camp, but they encountered firearms that could explode underground.

He had anticipated that they might encounter them this time as well.

He did not expect his guess to be correct.

However, the number of these firearms that exploded underground was limited after all.

Clearly, they had all been stepped on by now.

"God bless us!" At this moment, Aersiji finally could not help but pray.

What remained was the cruel hand-to-hand combat.

He only hoped that this battle could completely crush the Yan King Army.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

But just at this moment, his prayer was suddenly interrupted by a burst of dense gunfire.

Aersiji and Ashuer looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible!" Ashuer shouted.

Dou Wei and Fan Xinglun were even paler.

"Retreat immediately!" Aersiji shouted loudly, almost without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Ashuer snatched a horn from his personal guard and blew the horn for retreat.

But the heavy rain made a "sha-sha" sound, the soldiers were roaring, and the gunfire was chaotic.

The sound of the horn seemed faint and indistinct.

Except for the soldiers close to Miancheng who reacted, the soldiers in the front were still charging and killing.

Realizing this, Ashuer personally sent out Cavalry to bring the soldiers back.

Aersiji also ordered the Ross soldiers beside him to leave the city to find his own soldiers.

Afterwards, his mind became as empty as the sound of the horn.

He could not imagine how the Yan King Army's muskets could fire in the rain.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

At this moment, the Qin Army and the Prince's Personal Army were fighting like madmen.

Chang Wei moved through the rain, while Ma Han personally held an oil-paper umbrella for Zhao Xu, accompanying him to oversee the battle in the camp.

After the Landmines on the perimeter were cleared, countless soldiers broke through the rain and approached the War Chariots.

The Wangfu Army soldiers in the camp all climbed out of their tents, moved to the inner side of the War Chariots, and shot at the enemy soldiers rushing over.

In the rain, Zhao Xu saw the influential clan soldiers holding Long Blades, the Northern Di soldiers holding Curved Blades, and the tall Ross people holding muskets with Bayonets attached.

Before the Bullets of the Wangfu Army, their fates were the same.

These soldiers kept falling on the path of their charge.

The soldiers in the front were wiped out in an instant, and the soldiers behind came to their senses, the momentum of their charge weakening all at once.

But they could not retreat, because they were being pushed forward by the soldiers behind them.

Thus, after shooting the enemy soldiers before them, they aimed their muzzles at them.

Although the visibility in the rain was poor, they did not care at all, simply firing continuously into the rain.

They knew clearly that the surroundings were filled with enemy soldiers at this moment; even without aiming, stray Bullets could still kill a few people.

Amidst such chaos, Coalition soldiers fell into pools of blood one after another, the rainwater dyed red, gathering into red streams that surged toward the low-lying areas...