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The two sides were fiercely engaged in battle, and the situation was extremely brutal.
Thousands of arrows flew from the City Wall, pouring down like a rain of black arrows, filled with murderous intent!
When they reached the ground, hundreds of Jin Kingdom soldiers fell, some screaming in agony, howling like ghosts and wolves, pierced by numerous arrows, bleeding profusely as they crawled on the ground.
Most of the Jin soldiers were shot through their bodies, lying motionless and dead.
Behind them, over a hundred thousand Jin Kingdom soldiers did not stop; they continued to charge forward, quickly turning into a gruesome mass, a sight too horrific to bear.
At the forefront were the soldiers responsible for climbing the City Wall. Many were carrying siege ladders that were several dozen meters long as they rushed forward.
The arrows from the city killed some, but those in reserve took over the long ladders and continued toward the City Wall.
The powerful Thunder Cannons also fell, producing a thunderous explosion that shook the ground and caused it to tremble!
Thick smoke rose, accompanied by the intense smell of burning gunpowder.
Where the Thunder Cannons landed, even if the Jin soldiers' Iron Shields blocked them, the shields were destroyed. Most people were blown to pieces on the spot, while a few suffered severe injuries and crawled away in distress.
Those Jin soldiers without protective measures met a tragic end; their bodies were torn apart, with pieces scattered everywhere, not a single intact part left.
However, the Jin soldiers' assault on the city did not cease; they drew closer and closer.
On the City Wall, many Song State soldiers also died; the bodies of fallen soldiers were scattered everywhere, staining the City Wall red.
Some bodies were crushed flat under large stones, while others had dozens of arrows embedded in them.
The Thunder Cannon kept falling, fiercely attacking the Catapult that was launching large stones, producing a loud and deafening sound!
The Catapult was made of wood, and although it looked large, it was easy to destroy. Moreover, the Thunder Cannon had a lot of gunpowder, which was highly flammable.
After a while, many of them were engulfed in flames and rendered unusable. Several meters of wood fell off, causing both sides of the Jin Bing to flee in panic.
However, the Siege Ladders of the Jin Kingdom were also set up against the City Wall. Thousands of Jin Bing, some wearing gray-yellow armor and others in yellow armor, reached the City Wall and viciously attacked.
Qin Feng and the other Generals also took action personally, wielding their Broadswords and striking at the Jin Bing.
Although the Jin Bing appeared tall and imposing, they were not that formidable; ordinary soldiers could easily take them down.
A few soldiers wielding long spears charged together, stabbing two Jin Bing and piercing their bodies, pushing them off the City Wall to their deaths.
One Song Soldier, holding a Broadsword, pinned a Jin Bing to the ground and then struck down with a single blow that pierced his heart, effectively ending him.
Qin Feng was also quite formidable, taking down one Jin Bing with each pair of strikes, swiftly cutting their throats as they fell one by one.
Several soldiers shouted, “Qin Sir, Generals, our Song Dynasty army has appeared! It’s the Western Route Army! The Western Route Army!”
“Defending Tokyo City is hopeful now; we will surely defeat them!”
Qin Feng looked over to the northwest direction where the Jin Army was located. Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Song State, specifically from the Western Route Army, appeared. Most were clad in red armor, while some generals wore black armor.
They held large flags emblazoned with the character for "plant," fluttering in the wind, looking particularly majestic.
The local army liked to hang their own General's banner. When the enemy saw it, they knew that General Zhong Shidao, the Old General, had arrived.
The Western Route Army had come, and the enemy troops, Jin Bing, were in a panic and fleeing in disarray.
A loud shout rang out: "Kill! Keep shooting them! Wipe out all the Jin Bing on the City Wall!"
"The Song Army will surely win! The Song Army will surely win!"
The Guard Soldiers echoed the chant, "The Song Army will surely win! The Song Army will surely win."
They fought fiercely against the advancing Jin Bing, throwing bodies down from the wall as cries of agony filled the air.
To the northwest, Old General Zhong Shidao led fifty thousand of the Western Route Army, chasing after the panicked Jin Bing. As long as their weapons reached them, they would cut them down from their horses.
At the rear of the Jin Army stood Wobuli, clad in Golden Armor, watching with anger!
His eyes were red with rage, and he swung his curved blade several times.
Zhong Shidao! Zhong Shidao! You are nearly seventy years old; ordinary people would have long since passed away. Why are you still alive?
The Great Song is so incompetent now, with discord among its ranks and strong enemies outside. Why not let me swallow the Song State in one go?
You have clearly been stripped of your military power and cannot command the Western Route Army temporarily, yet you still brought your troops to kill my Soldiers. How infuriating! How infuriating!
Tuoba Wuhai, wearing Golden Armor, walked over, feeling somewhat fearful as his hands trembled.
He saluted and said, "Marshal Wobuli, our eight thousand Jin Bing guarding the Western Route Army have been scattered, suffering heavy casualties. Now, fifty thousand elite troops from the Western Route Army are arriving, and we cannot take Tokyo City for the time being."
"Should we continue to attack the city with all our strength? Please decide, Marshal."
He felt that taking Tokyo City was temporarily impossible; the soldiers on both sides were not much different in number, and they were at risk of being surrounded by a pincer attack.
He also did not dare to retreat directly, as that would lead to further punishment.
Several generals clad in Golden Armor also sensed the dire situation. They had underestimated the strength of the Tokyo Guard Soldiers; their gunpowder was truly formidable, resulting in significant casualties among the Dajin warriors.
One by one, they saluted and said, "Please decide, Marshal!"
Marshal Wobuli of the Jin Army sighed several times and set down his large curved sword.
He began to think about the operational deployment of the Jin Army. The first step was to send eight thousand Jin Bing to guard the route taken by the Western Route Army. That path was narrow and easy to defend but difficult to attack, making it hard for tens of thousands of troops to pass through.
The second step was to launch an all-out assault on Tokyo City with over one hundred thousand main forces of the Jin Army, aiming to capture Tokyo City in a short time, seize the emperor, and destroy the Great Song.
Now it seemed that both steps had already failed; success was impossible.
Even though that route was difficult to traverse, the Western Route Army had managed to pass through. The eight thousand troops suffered heavy losses and were in a state of disarray.
The fifty thousand Western Route Army troops were at least equivalent in strength to sixty thousand Jin Bing!
An all-out assault on Tokyo City would not succeed in just a few hours either.
The tens of thousands of Archers on the City Wall were already difficult to deal with, and there were several thousand Guard Soldiers above, firmly holding their positions.
That strange black spherical Thunder Cannon was truly eye-opening; it was astonishing that such a powerful weapon existed in the world, capable of tearing apart Iron Shields.
Unable to take down Great Song for the time being, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future. It was essential to study those Firearms thoroughly to strengthen the Jin Army's capabilities!
Wobuli felt unwilling and looked at those Jin Bing who were fighting desperately.
The heavy siege machinery, Catapult, which had been crafted over several days, was nearly destroyed by the Thunder Cannon, engulfed in raging flames, which was terrifying!
Countless arrows raining down from the city pierced through the bodies of Jin Bing, ending their lives, while many others were screaming in agony.
The Thunder Cannon further shredded the corpses of Jin Bing into pieces of flesh, which was extremely horrifying.
Fifty thousand elite Western Route Army soldiers charged in from the northwest; Jin Bing could not stop them at all, with each one being cut down from their horses. The encirclement caused chaos among the troops.
He let out two sighs of "Alas! Alas!" filled with disappointment.
"Zhan Han is trapped in Taiyuan; my Jin Army is advancing southward. Have we ever suffered such a heavy blow?"
"Enough! Enough! You few take thirty thousand Jin Bing to hold the rear. I will lead the main army back several dozen miles and will not attack the city for now; we will plan for the long term."
The Generals all responded with "Good," and some went out to prepare for the rear guard.
The golden horn sounded again for retreat, and the army hurriedly began to withdraw.
Jin Army also got onto the grand sedan chair, carried away by several people.
After repelling the soldiers of Jin Bing from Song State, they did not forget to pursue and kill while they had the advantage.
The Bow and Arrow Thunder Cannons on the City Wall continued to rain down, and some Imperial Guards behind killed quite a few, causing a chaotic escape.
Zhong Shidao led fifty thousand elite troops from the Western Route Army in relentless pursuit, killing thousands of Jin Bing and seizing a large amount of weapons and supplies.
After chasing for a while, they engaged in battle with the thirty thousand Jin Bing who were left behind.
For a moment, no clear winner emerged. Jin Bing retaliated with thousands of crossbow bolts, resulting in casualties among hundreds of the Western Route Army. After creating some distance, they fled.
Old general Zhong Shidao shouted, "Do not pursue a desperate enemy, do not pursue a desperate enemy."
He knew that even if they caught up, there would not be much benefit; they had already driven them back and should avoid wasting troops.
The fifty thousand Western Route Army stopped their pursuit, arranged themselves into a neat formation, and retreated.
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