Chapter 913: Baihe City

Baihe City.

As the battle in Yiban Valley reached its decisive moment.

The fighting here also suddenly intensified.

After conducting continuous shelling on Baihe City, Zhitian Shanze and Maoli Yousheng simultaneously chose to send their soldiers to carry Scaling Ladders to assault the city.

"Lord Dong An, we wish to capture Baihe City ourselves to prove our loyalty to Yan Wang." Zhitian Shanze looked at his charging soldiers, his gaze firm.

Maoli Yousheng nodded, "We know your army is invincible, but if he arrives, our value cannot be demonstrated. This time, we must defeat Watanabe ourselves."

Having said this, he also looked toward his own soldiers.

Dong An's gaze swept over Zhitian Shanze and Maoli Yousheng, his expression satisfied.

Although their words were grand and righteous, he was clear about the little schemes in their hearts.

After recovering the south of Dongying, the next step would inevitably be the partitioning of the southern territories.

And how to partition it was not up to them; it had to be decided by Yan Wang.

Therefore, in this war, they had to exert all their strength to add some luster to themselves and win Yan Wang's favor.

Only in this way could they obtain the greatest benefits.

"I will recount your heroic deeds on the battlefield to Yan Wang." Dong An revealed a gentle smile to the two.

Regardless of what the two were thinking, being able to save the energy of the Yan King Army was naturally for the best.

Upon hearing this, Zhitian Shanze and Maoli Yousheng were even more invigorated, as if injected with chicken blood.

They rode their horses back and forth on the battlefield, only urging their soldiers to attack the city.

The dense ranks of soldiers from the two clans surged toward Baihe City like a tide.

At the same time.

The defenders inside Baihe City were in dire straits.

In order to intercept the Yan King Army, Watanabe had dispatched twenty thousand Cavalry and his most elite Infantry.

This left the defenses of Baihe City weakened by more than half.

Now, facing an equal number of the Northern Coalition, they felt the fighting was exceptionally strenuous, and casualties were soaring.

After all, if the situation had been evenly matched as before, they would not have been afraid to defend the city.

Even if the Oda Clan and the Mori Clan had brought an army of four hundred thousand, they could have held out.

But right now, the gap between their firearms was too great.

Under the engagement, they could only take a beating and could not even return fire.

"You must hold the line for me; Jiugui Jing and the others will be back soon." On the city wall, Watanabe ordered the city defense generals.

As soon as the Coalition soldiers charged, he climbed the city wall to encourage his troops.

He knew very well that this was the critical moment of the decisive battle.

"Yes, Great General." A Dongying general closest to Watanabe bowed, turned, and went to command the soldiers to move stones.

But having taken only two steps, a spray of blood suddenly burst from his head, and he slowly collapsed.

Watanabe was both shocked and furious; this was the work of the skirmishers lurking outside the city.

Ever since these skirmishers arrived at the foot of Baihe City, many soldiers guarding the walls had been shot and killed, causing panic.

Perhaps because of his excitement, this general had forgotten to keep his body low for a moment and met this end.

"Damn it, Zhitian Shanze, Maoli Yousheng, once I win this war, I will definitely skin you both alive and throw your flesh to feed the dogs." Watanabe gritted his teeth and said.

He had never fought such a stifling battle.

Most importantly, the two people outside the city were his former defeated foes.

As he was thinking this, the sound of the soldiers charging outside the city grew closer.

Then, he heard the sound of Scaling Ladders leaning against the city wall.

At this point, the defenders on the wall could no longer hide behind the battlements.

The Artillerymen raised their torches and lit the fuses.

The Musketeers stood up to aim at the Coalition soldiers below the city, and other soldiers threw stones and rolling logs down.

But just as they counterattacked, they were immediately subjected to fire from the musketeers outside the city.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Dense gunfire rang out outside the city.

He saw the exposed Dongying soldiers falling one after another.

Especially the Artillerymen; they seemed to be specifically targeted, and one by one, they were killed before they could even shove a Cannonball into the cannon barrel.

Seeing this scene, Watanabe was anxious and furious, yet had no way to stop it.

He could only keep letting the soldiers below climb the city to replenish the lost manpower.

Just in this gap, the Coalition soldiers climbed onto the city wall.

They looked at Watanabe's soldiers, let out a shout, and rushed over with their Bayonets fixed on their Front-loading Rifled Muskets.

Relying on the Bayonet Technique taught to them by the Great Song generals, they began to fight hand-to-hand with Watanabe's soldiers.

These Coalition soldiers who climbed the wall further hindered the defense on the wall, preventing the defending side from attacking the soldiers below the city.

The Coalition soldiers below continued to climb the wall from the Scaling Ladders.

As the first point was breached, the second and third points were continuously breached.

Soon, the city wall was filled with soldiers from both sides locked in combat.

The moment the Coalition soldiers climbed the wall, Watanabe was escorted off the wall by his guards.

Standing inside the city, he watched the battle on the wall with anxiety.

From beginning to end, he had never imagined that the city he personally defended would be breached by the Zhida Jia and the Mori Clan.

This made him feel deeply humiliated while also feeling a trace of fear.

He finally realized that their firearms were far inferior to those of Yan Wang.

The Oda Clan and the Mori Clan were no longer as vulnerable as they once were.

On the contrary, having obtained muskets and Artillery from Yan Wang, they had also been trained by Yan Wang's generals.

Even if the two clans were not as good as the Yan King Army, they were still much stronger than the troops under his command.

Thinking this, his mind became increasingly chaotic.

Yet he could do nothing, and could only watch the battlefield with his own eyes.

One hour passed, and then another hour passed.

By evening, the situation on the battlefield finally became clear.

The Coalition soldiers had completely occupied the city walls and seized the city gates.

A large number of Coalition soldiers were positioned high above, continuously shooting and killing the southern soldiers inside the city.

"Great General, retreat! We have lost." Ogawa Tora was covered in blood, his Helmet had fallen off, and his hair was as messy as weeds.

He clutched his left shoulder, where blood was still flowing.

Not long ago, a Coalition soldier had stabbed him there with a Bayonet.

"How is it possible, how is it possible..." Watanabe An stood on the main road in the middle of Baihe City, his gaze vacant, muttering to himself incessantly.

All of his pride had been destroyed in this war.

At this moment, he finally understood that all his self-confidence was nothing more than foolish arrogance.

He could not even defeat the Oda Clan and the Mori Clan, so how could he fight against Yan Wang?

"Great General!" Seeing Watanabe An remain indifferent, Ogawa Tora became even more anxious.

More Coalition soldiers had already rushed in through the city gates; if they did not leave now, it would be too late.

Seeing that Watanabe An was still dazed, he threw Watanabe An directly onto his horse and galloped toward the Nanmen.

As he fled, the soldiers inside the city had already collapsed.

A large number of soldiers surged toward the Nanmen, attempting to escape, blocking the place completely.

"The Great General is here, move aside! Move aside!" Arriving before the Nanmen and seeing this situation, Ogawa Tora raised his horse whip and began lashing the soldiers while shouting loudly.

Just then, the soldiers who had been blocking the city gate scattered, seemingly clearing a path for Ogawa Tora.

Seeing this, he spurred his horse and galloped outside the gate.

But in an instant, he froze.

Less than five hundred meters away from them, an army was approaching head-on.

This army was dressed in dark green military uniforms.

It was actually the Yan King Army that had arrived!