Chapter 531

First Volume_Chapter 531: The Blood-Soaked Young Master

After the first volley of ArrowRain, Qin Feng immediately raised his Zhan Dao, swinging it fiercely; the two thousand soldiers below the City Wall raised their Heavy Stone Step Bows and shot upward at the sky.

Two thousand arrows arced through the air and landed precisely within the Enemy Army's formation.

As the parabolic shooting from below the City Wall ended, the Bow Infantry on the City Wall had already drawn their Bow Arms again and launched another volley.

Faced with the alternating volleys of four thousand soldiers, the enemy's three thousand vanguard had suffered heavy casualties before even reaching the City Wall and were forced into Military Retreat; during their retreat, hundreds more were left dead under the ArrowRain.

The vanguard's mission was to reach beneath the City Wall, use their tools to construct simple fortifications, and create opportunities for the following troops to enter the Battlefield.

But the vanguard never even touched the City Wall—they were driven back by layer upon layer of ArrowRain.

Chen Si, organizing the main army's assault, learned of the vanguard's catastrophic defeat and furrowed his brow: "Has the Liang Kingdom Border Army been prepared?! How is that possible! The Former General of Liang's strategists are all dead; that Martial man alone could never have seen through my plan. Beixi County may have many capable ministers, but they couldn't possibly have uncovered my plan and notified the Border Army to reinforce defenses in such a short time!"

The Liang Kingdom Border Army had forcibly repelled three thousand vanguard troops using nothing but arrows—clearly, they were not caught off guard, but had prepared long in advance!

Chen Si could not fathom it, but he had no time to dwell on it; since the battle had begun, he must force a result.

Chen Si immediately ordered: "No distinction of priority or sequence—all troops, launch a full-scale assault on the Bian Jun Zhong Zhen! My sixty thousand troops can crush the Border Army even by sheer weight!"

SixtyThousandArmy surged toward the Bian Jun Zhong Zhen in overwhelming numbers.

Watching the endless, dark tide of enemy troops, the Border Army soldiers on the City Wall—though Hundred-Battle Veterans—could not help but feel a creeping dread; the enemy simply outnumbered them too greatly.

"Could it be that the pretended retreating enemy forces have all converged here? Sixty thousand?"

"Four thousand against sixty thousand—what's the point of fighting?"

"Even with the City to defend, the disparity is too great—we probably can't win…"

Just as the soldiers began to waver, the Former General's roar echoed across the City Wall.

"What's there to panic about? Sixty thousand troops? What are they?"

"Have you forgotten how Qin Qianhu led four hundred men deep into Northern Di territory, fought his way in and out, slaughtered seven to eight thousand enemy troops on Qingyu Mountain, and returned across the border with eighty-three Tianji Camp Guards alive?"

"Qin Qianhu faced dozens of times his own numbers and escaped unscathed; now the enemy is only ten times our strength, and we have the City Wall to defend—what is there to fear?"

Hearing the Former General's Mobilization, the Border Army soldiers' panic vanished instantly.

They all turned to Qin Feng with admiring glances.

"He's right—only ten times the enemy? What's to fear! To take our Bian Jun Zhong Zhen? Dream on!"

"Since the founding of Shedynasty, our Border Army has stood like Men Ya on the Beidi Frontier, enduring over a hundred years of warfare across generations—and still standing. Chen Si thinks he can seize our Bian Jun Zhong Zhen in one stroke? Pure fantasy."

"With Qin Qianhu holding the line, Chen Si is nothing."

The soldiers' morale rose steadily; facing the dark tide of enemy troops, their eyes grew ever more resolute.

When the enemy army drew within TwoHundredSteps of the City.

The Former General immediately ordered all Heavy Stone Step Bows to launch parabolic shots; wave after wave of ArrowRain arced through the air and rained down into the dense enemy ranks.

The two armies had not even seen each other's faces before countless enemy soldiers fell under the "blind" ArrowRain.

When the enemy drew within One Hundred Steps of the City Wall, Qin Feng on the ramparts gave his order: two thousand Bow Infantry fired downward at the charging enemy.

When the enemy was less than Fifty Steps away, Qin Feng's roar rang out.

"All soldiers, FreeShootingOrder! Fire every arrow beside you at the fastest speed!"

"Don't bother aiming—just shoot blind!"

The Bow Infantry fired wildly at the dense enemy below, arrow after arrow.

The Former General below the City Wall led two thousand Heavy Stone Step Bowmen, dropped their bows, picked up Shields, Polearms, and Zhan Dao, transformed into Infantry, and rushed onto the City Wall to protect the Bow Infantry and prevent the enemy from climbing up via Cloud Ladders or Ropes.

Faced with the defenders' frenzied Counterattack, the enemy showed no sign of retreat.

A Shield Wall of over a hundred Shield Soldiers protected twenty strong warriors carrying a simple Liang Wood battering ram, repeatedly slamming it against the City Gate.

Soldiers inside the City Gate jammed wooden stakes behind it, reinforcing the gate as much as possible.

Messengers kept running back to Chen Si with reports.

"General, the enemy fights to the death; progress at the City Wall and City Gate is slow."

Since the battle began, less than two hours had passed, yet over five thousand wounded had already been pulled back; despite continuous waves of soldiers charging the ramparts for Close Combat with the enemy.

But the Border Army defending the Zhong Zhen were Hundred-Battle Veterans who had crawled out of piles of corpses.

In Close Combat, it was the Northern Di who suffered.

Chen Si's expression grew heavier than ever; the Border Army's preparation and Morale had surpassed his expectations.

Clearly, unless the Border Army was annihilated, the Zhong Zhen could not be taken.

Chen Si had no choice but to grit his teeth and order: "No retreat—keep attacking!"

The Battle raged from noon until nightfall.

As defenders continued to fall, gaps appeared on the City Wall; more and more enemy troops climbed up.

Around Qin Feng alone, hundreds or even thousands of enemy soldiers surrounded him; Ning Hu led the Tianji Camp Guards, defending Qin Feng and holding the City Gate Tower in brutal Close Combat.

Qin Feng was no idle observer—he wore Heavy Armor, wielded a Step Spear, and transformed from Main General into Infantry, engaging in savage exchanges of life and death with the enemy.

After enduring the crucible of battle, Qin Feng was no longer the pampered, soft-skinned Young Master of old—he had become a cold, merciless war machine.

Hot blood constantly splashed across his face; lives slipped away before his eyes—but his gaze remained utterly still.

He mechanically, coldly thrust his Step Spear, piercing the lightly armored enemy until their bodies were riddled with holes.

Night had fully fallen, but the roaring flames across the battlefield lit the sky as bright as day.

Prolonged, high-intensity combat had pushed Qin Feng to the absolute limit of his endurance.

Of the eighty-three Tianji Camp Guards, only sixty remained.

As Qin Feng tried to catch his breath, a Step Spear struck straight at his face—he twisted to dodge, but the spearhead pierced his chest; his Heart-Protecting Mirror was shattered, and the cold, sharp tip sank deep into his flesh.