Chapter 343: Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 343: Siege Battle

·

·

·

Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Tang Qi saw this and frowned. He shouted at Kashgar, "Kashgar, look at these people you shot dead — don't they look awfully familiar?"

Hearing Tang Qi's words, Kashgar's heart tightened, and he hurriedly fixed his gaze. With this look, he discovered that those who had been shot dead were actually all wearing Nan Liang soldiers' clothing, and their number was quite considerable!

His complexion instantly turned extremely ugly, because he finally realized his younger brother might have met with misfortune.

But where exactly was Kashgar's younger brother? He was frantic with anxiety, yet for the moment could find no answer.

So Kashgar glared with wide eyes, his face full of fury, and bellowed, "Where did you bastards take my brother?" His voice was deafening, as if it would pierce the clouds.

Simultaneously, Tang Qi led a group of people, like a surging torrent, straight toward Yan Wang. His steps were steady and firm, each step carrying incomparable confidence and majesty.

Tang Qi responded loudly, "You mean that big fellow today with a knife scar under his left eye?"

His voice reverberated in the air, clearly audible. Then the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a trace of contemptuous smile, and he continued, "He — he's already dead, an arrow through the heart, expired directly!"

Hearing this sentence, Kashgar was instantly struck as if by lightning; his complexion instantly turned deathly pale, and his eye sockets reddened in an instant. He could not accept this cruel fact; the rage in his heart erupted like a volcano.

"Kill him! Loose arrows! Loose arrows!" Kashgar roared with all his strength, his voice filled with despair and anger.

In an instant, all the Nan Liang archers changed targets; the arrows originally aimed at Yan Wang now, like dense raindrops, blanketed the sky toward Tang Qi.

However, facing this sky-full of arrow rain, Tang Qi appeared exceptionally calm and composed.

As if all this was within his expectations, the shield soldiers behind him swiftly moved into action; they arrayed tightly together, forming a solid line of defense. Shields interlocked, tightly blocking the attacks ahead.

Not only that, in front of the shield soldiers there was also a group of Nan Liang captives with their hands and feet bound. These captives looked up in terror at the arrow rain like a locust plague overhead, their bodies trembling with fear.

When the arrow rain fell, rows of Nan Liang captives fell one after another; their bodies were pierced by arrows, blood splattering everywhere. One of them, unwilling, cursed loudly: "Bastards! You said surrender meant no killing, I surrendered yet you still want me dead!"

Hearing this, Tang Qi's voice suddenly rose an octave, as if to pierce the clouds, and he roared, "Kashgar, you said everyone in front are Nan Liang soldiers — you really can bring yourself to do it?"

By now Kashgar's eyes were red with killing; his eyes were bloodshot, his face ferocious, and he bellowed, "Traitors all deserve death!"

Seeing this, Tang Qi revealed a cold smile. He turned his head to look at the people who had just been indignant, and said in a mocking tone: "See? This isn't me wanting to kill them — it's your general's doing."

Finished speaking, Tang Qi's face instantly turned solemn; he scanned the surroundings, his gaze like a torch, and shouted loudly: "Everyone hear the order — continue advancing!"

At this time, the Nan Liang soldiers ahead had already suffered heavy casualties; blood dyed the earth red, too horrible to behold.

Although Tang Qi felt some reluctance in his heart, when he recalled that Nan Liang soldiers had once burned, killed, looted, and committed every evil, those innocent elders and children who died tragically under their blades, a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

In the end, Tang Qi still felt these Nan Liang soldiers deserved their deaths. He gritted his teeth and led the troops to continue advancing forward.

Seeing Tang Qi's troops and Yan Wang's troops successfully join up, Yan Wang no longer delayed, decisively issuing the order: "Shield soldiers cover, archers continue attacking! Everyone else follow the shield soldiers, advance toward the city gate! Watch out for arrows from above!"

Yan Wang stood on high ground, the banner in his hand waving with tiger-like vigor; his voice resonated across the battlefield like a great bell.

Following his command, all soldiers moved swiftly and neatly like a precision machine.

The shield soldiers arrayed tightly together, shields held high, not only effectively blocking arrows shot from ahead but also cleverly defending against the arrow rain falling like raindrops from above.

Under the shield soldiers' protection, the soldiers' marching speed was slow but always maintained a steady advancing posture.

And simultaneously, the archers also did not show weakness; they stood behind the shield soldiers, gazes like torches, fixedly staring at the enemies on the city tower, bowstrings continuously drawn and released, arrows streaking across the sky like meteors, accurately striking the Nan Liang soldiers on the city tower.

After joining with Tang Qi's troops, the number of archers increased by nearly ten thousand, making their firepower even more powerful.

For a time, the Nan Liang soldiers on the city tower were suppressed by the dense arrow rain, unable to raise their heads, constantly falling after being hit by arrows.

Although the soldiers on the city tower kept sending replacements, the replacement speed ultimately could not keep up with the falling speed; this also caused the pressure on the shield soldiers' side to gradually lessen, and their marching speed increased considerably.

After a while, the main force finally arrived beneath the city gate.

This spot happened to be in the blind spot of the Nan Liang soldiers' line of sight on the city tower; they could not directly attack the soldiers here. Except for the outermost shield soldiers who, for safety, still maintained a defensive state, the other soldiers had already begun working together to ram the city gate.

Although the city gate was both tall and heavy, under everyone's combined ramming it also began to gradually loosen. After three or four fierce impacts, the city gate's shaking became more and more obvious, as if it might be rammed open at any moment.

The Dachang soldiers' morale was high; they mustered their strength, ramming the city gate again and again. After three fierce impacts, only a crisp "crack" was heard, and the city gate was finally rammed open!

At the very instant the city gate was rammed open, Kashgar on the city tower unhesitatingly led all the archers charging down like tigers descending a mountain.

They swiftly threw down their bows and arrows, replacing them with various melee weapons — sabers, long swords, and the like — preparing to engage the Dachang soldiers in a desperate fight to the death.

Simultaneously, the Nan Liang archers also ceased attacking. Seeing this, Yan Wang reacted with exceptional speed; he immediately shouted loudly: "Charge!"

Before his words fell, he clamped his legs on his horse's belly and, like an arrow leaving the bow, galloped toward Yifeng City. Tang Qi led the crowd tightly following behind him, like a surging torrent, unstoppable.