Chapter 35 of Season 2

  "My god! What's going on?" Qiu Zhen was shocked to the point of almost falling to the ground, his face changed color, and he looked around in surprise.

  The workers in the blacksmith's shop also put down their work and walked out one after another to see what was going on.

  Tang Yin furrowed his brow and listened intently with his ear cocked to one side, and faintly, he heard the sound of battle cries coming from the direction of Ning Jun's large camp.

  Before he could make out what was happening, another deafening crash shook the air, its sound as loud as a thunderclap on a clear day.

  He reacted extremely quickly, only slightly stunned for a moment before immediately realizing that something was seriously wrong. He rushed out of the blacksmith's shop, running towards the city gate while loudly shouting at Qiu Zhen: "The Ning army may have started attacking the city, don't follow me, go back to the inn!"

  Qiu Zhen didn't listen to him, swung his legs and quickly followed Tang Yin.

  Seeing him following himself, Tang Yin said in a low voice: "What are you following me for? What can you do on the battlefield?"

  His words were harsh but true. Qiu Zhen, who excelled in strategy, was indeed of no use on the battlefield where the two armies clashed at close range.

  Qiu Zhen spat out saliva and panted heavily, saying: "At least I can help you with the job, or find a few helpers!"

  Tang Yin glanced at him and lazily said, "Whatever!"

  He guessed it right, Ning Jun indeed started attacking the city.

  Enormous catapults continuously hurled boulders the size of millstones at Tongmen's city walls, producing deafening crashes, and the massive impact turned into destructive force, battering the walls with hundreds of holes, sending earth flying everywhere.

  On the city wall, soldiers were occasionally hit by giant stones falling from the sky and crushed to death in an instant, turning into minced meat.

  For a time, the sounds of collision, shouts of killing, mournful cries, loud shouting and the shattering of bones blended together on the city wall.

  The catapult's attack was just a prelude, and soon after came the pressing in of the Ning army's phalanx.

  The Ning army's speed in attacking cities was not fast, they emphasized formation and coordination between phalanxes.

  The soldiers advanced slowly, step by step, and of course this was also related to the armor on their bodies.

  The Ning soldiers did not resemble the Wind soldiers, who wore leather armor and were light and agile. They wore iron helmets and iron armor, which protected them well but also sacrificed speed. The soldiers looked very clumsy when they moved.

  The Ning army formed a basic square formation with 10,000 soldiers, then five of these formations formed the Yan-type vanguard, behind which was an array of ten formations, and finally five formations formed the rear guard.

  The first attack on the city was often exploratory, but Ning's army was extremely abnormal, suddenly throwing in 200,000 people, with 50,000 people in the vanguard alone, and its momentum was frightening.

  "The enemy has begun to attack the city, prepare bows and arrows, prepare rolling logs and boulders——"

  The long shouts of the wall head husband and the team leader rose one after another, plus the rumbling trampling sound when the enemy formation outside the city advanced, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, and everyone on the scene was nervous, and the fierce battle broke out at any moment.

  Boom, boom - the giant stone was still pounding against the city wall, and the soldiers of Feng Guo hid behind the arrow tower, each tightly hugging their weapons, with expressions that were both tense and fearful.

  Facing so many enemies, under such strong pressure, no one can take it easy.

  When the vanguard of Ning's army was only a hundred meters away from Tongmen City, the terrifying trebuchets finally stopped firing, and immediately afterwards, the killing shouts rose from under the city, and the soldiers of Ning's army quickened their pace and began to attack the city.

  "Listen to my command!"

  Zong Zheng Guang suddenly appeared on the tower, leaning forward and shouting loudly from a high vantage point.

  Boom, boom, boom - the footsteps outside the city are getting closer and closer, the cold sweat on the faces of the guards is also increasing, and people holding their weapons are trembling unconsciously.

  No one spoke, and the entire city wall was as quiet as death, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing and the rhythmic footsteps coming from outside the city.

  The silence before a big battle is more unbearable and oppressive than the fighting itself, with tense emotions unable to be released, bottled up in one's heart, driving people almost mad.

  When the vanguard of Ning's army was only fifty meters away from the city wall, Zong Zhengguang finally gave the order to attack. He took a deep breath, waved the command flag in his hand and shouted loudly: "Release arrows!"

  "Fire arrow, fire arrow——"

  The officers near and far repeated his orders in unison.

  With a loud whooshing sound, the wind soldiers hiding behind the arrow wall suddenly stood up and launched a simultaneous shooting at the Ning army below.

  Buzzing arrows fell like raindrops. For a moment, only a row of black clouds floated out from the top of the city wall and quickly fell towards the Ning army's phalanx below.

  Ding ding dong! Puff, puff, puff!

  The sound of iron crashing, the piercing sound of breaking armor, and the heart-wrenching screams of agony filled the air beneath the city walls. In an instant, over a hundred soldiers from the Ning army fell to the ground with arrows lodged in their bodies.

  But this did not affect the speed of Ning's army, dense soldiers seemed to be emotionless machines, forgetting life and death, forgetting fear, mechanically advancing forward.

  "Loose arrows, loose arrows, keep loosing arrows!"

  Under the officers' shouting, the riflemen unfolded the second round, third round, fourth round... volley fire.

  Soon, the soldiers were also numb, and one arrow after another was shot down randomly. At this time, there was no need to aim, and the enemy was densely packed under the city wall. Every arrow that was shot out had enough force to almost injure the enemy.

  Even under such a dense shower of arrows, the Ning army trampled on the bodies of their companions and advanced to the foot of Tongmen City. The cloud ladders that had been prepared in advance were erected one after another, and then the Ning soldiers swarmed up like ants.

  At this time, the rolling wood and stone slabs prepared on the city wall were put to use. The soldiers either threw down logs, smashed stones, poured burning oil, or used long bamboo poles to pry open the cloud ladders.

  The city wall was like a boiling pot, with people shouting and horses neighing. From time to time, Ning soldiers who had climbed halfway up would let out a miserable cry as they fell from mid-air, just like dumplings being dropped down.

  "Fire the arrow—"

  The vanguard of the Ning army was attacking the city, while the middle formation's 100,000 men had already entered firing range. With the loud shout of the Ning army commander, 100,000 Ning soldiers, with 100,000 strong bows and crossbows drawn, simultaneously fired their arrows.

  Ningguo's archery is the strongest among the nine major vassal states, with a long range, great power and strong lethality, making people tremble with fear.

  One hundred thousand arrows fall from the sky, how frightening.

  The city wall guards didn't even see what was happening, and suddenly realized it had turned dark. They looked up to find that the sky was covered with arrows, blocking out the sun.

  At this time people wanted to hide but it was too late.

  In an instant, the wind soldiers on the city wall who were throwing rolling logs and pouring hot oil were shot into hedgehogs. Some fell to the ground dead, while others fell from the top of the city wall to the bottom, their appearance was too miserable to look at.

  "Raise shields, raise shields! Beware of enemy arrows!"

  The tower's terrain was the highest, and it did not receive the impact of Ning Jun's bow and arrow. Zong Zhengguo also clearly saw that the other side only shot one round, causing his own side to lose hundreds of people. If they resisted hard, they might not be able to withstand a few rounds, and their 20,000 men would all fall on the city wall.

  He watched the battle while secretly sighing in admiration, feeling that the Ningguo arrow formation was indeed famous for a reason. The Tongmen city wall was extremely high, and ordinary arrow formations would find it difficult to reach, even if they could, their power would be greatly reduced. But the Ning army's arrow formation was too terrifying, still having such power at over a hundred meters away from the city wall, making it unthinkable.

  Upon hearing Zong Zhengguo's words, the wind soldiers all raised their shields. As a result, the enemy's arrow formation was weakened, but due to the inconvenience of movement, their counterattack against the city garrison was also greatly reduced.

  It wasn't long before some of the city walls were breached by the Ning troops, and a large number of Ning troops climbed up the cloud ladder and engaged in close combat with the Fengguo defenders on the city wall.

  The Ning army's archery formation is strong, but when it comes to close combat, the Ning soldiers are far inferior to the Feng army in terms of bravery and fighting skills.

  The Feng State is a country that has been at war for years, so the equipment of weapons and armor is inferior to other vassal states. However, the soldiers are exceptionally brave in battle, fighting with a fierce determination as if they have nothing to lose. Although Ning State has more people, it does not necessarily have an advantage when fighting together.

  When Tang Yin and Qiu Zhen arrived at the foot of the city wall, they saw this scene. The entire city wall was in chaos, with some engaging in close combat, others attacking enemies on the cloud ladder, and others shooting arrows downwards. The sound of battle was deafening, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

  If it were someone else, they would be frightened by this scene, but Tang Yin was not. Not only was he not afraid, but a strange excitement rose up from the bottom of his heart.

  He is a bloodthirsty being by nature, and as a cultivator of the Dark Arts, battle is equivalent to cultivation for him.

  "How come you didn't wear armor and came over? Hurry back to the inn!"

  Inside the city wall, there were still many wind soldiers and generals standing below. After all, the city wall was narrow and could not accommodate 20,000 soldiers. The rest of the people who came out hid at the foot of the wall to avoid the Ning army's arrow array.

  Tang Yin looked around and saw that the speaker was a soldier disguised as a dancer.

  "What are you doing hiding here while the battle is going on above?" Tang Yin retorted, then snatched a steel knife from a soldier's hand and said, "Brother, lend me your knife!" After speaking, he turned around and ran towards the city wall.

  Wu Mei was shocked at the sight and cried out: "Are you crazy?! You're injured, without armor, what are you showing off for?"

  Tang Yin's head didn't turn back, and with a loud laugh, he said: "If we don't fight, how can my wound heal?"

  She was stunned and didn't understand what he meant by those words.

  She also wanted to stop Tang Yin, at this time Qiu Zhen ran over panting and said: "Dance General, Tang's cultivation is Dark Spiritual Energy, fighting can indeed make his injuries heal faster."

  For Mu Yan, the Dark Spiritual Practitioner was just a legend, she had no understanding of it at all, let alone knowing what kind of miraculous effects the Dark Spiritual Energy had.

  She wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and muttered: "There's still something like that, but even so, it's too dangerous for him to go up now!"

  "Yes! But who can stop him?" Qiu Zhen said with a bitter smile.

  Dance enchantress worried about Tang Yin's safety, she couldn't stay under the wall any longer, she got up and said: "I'll go help him!"

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