In the surging crowd, the servants with the lowest status charged at the very front.
Some of them carried long ladders, some pushed wooden carts to shield their heads, and others held homemade, crude wooden spears—essentially wooden sticks with sharpened ends.
Fortunately, due to the fighting over the past few days, the moat had already been filled with corpses and sacks of dirt.
Therefore, the servants did not need to carry those heavy, dead-weight sacks today and could quickly cross the long trench.
However, they were met with a volley of arrows from the wall.
As the sound of "boom, boom, boom" rang out like someone plucking cotton.
The sky turned dark as countless arrows rained down from above. It was as if a patch of grass had instantly sprouted on the ground; many servants fell down deceased, their fresh blood flowing out and watering the "weeds" that grew around them and even on their own bodies.
The servants' charging momentum faltered slightly.
Urged on by the sound of horns behind them, they braced themselves and charged forward through the arrow rain.
Some long ladders were set up, and some wooden carts were pushed to the foot of the city wall.
Many servants climbed the long ladders with their simple spears, only to be stabbed by the government soldiers hiding behind the battlements, screaming as they fell and died at the foot of the ladders.
There were also many fierce refugees mixed into the servant ranks who suddenly rushed up the ladders to hack and slash, but they could only create a brief disturbance before being surrounded and killed by the government soldiers on the wall, never managing to breach the city.
Many servants also hid under the wooden carts, using tools to pry at the bricks. According to the rules of the Refugee Army, anyone who could bring back a brick would be exempt from charging the formation today!
As a result, a barrel of oil was poured down from the city wall, followed by a falling torch; with a swish, the wooden carts caught fire, and the servants hiding inside were burned to ash.
Such scenes were happening at every point along the four city walls.
On the battlefield, the wailing sound of horns rang out one after another, and the offense and defense immediately became even more intense.
However, for the superiors, scenes like purgatory were merely routine; on this battlefield, it was just the prelude.
The great flag of Chuang Potian stood just an arrow's flight away from the city wall.
This second-generation King Chuang was riding his horse, patrolling the battlefield under the protection of his Personal Guard Squad, occasionally raising his horse whip to point at the city wall, and from time to time issuing commands that were relayed to the front lines by fast horses.
He was a man with a long beard, a broad face, thick eyebrows, and round eyes, looking majestic without being angry. He wore a set of fine iron armor and was currently full of ambition.
Old Chuang's reputation was formidable, not only because of his high level of effort and righteous character but also because he was the first among many bandits to breach a County Town, taking the lead.
Now, if he could attack and capture the city, who would still remember that dead Old Chuang?
From now on, there would only be one Chuang Potian, and that would be him, King Chuang!
And he would undoubtedly gather more Men and Horses to accomplish a world-shaking feat...
Thinking of this, he turned his head to ask his nephew, Commander Qin, who led the Personal Guard Squad.
"Commander Qin, how is the progress of the other leaders on the other sides of the city wall?"
This time, Chuang Potian had taken the lead in gathering the crowd, and three Major Powers had arrived, such as Cao Niangzi, She Tatian, and Mang Jingang, along with over a dozen smaller factions.
Chuang Potian had called everyone together, wanting to emulate Old Chuang in commanding the heroes, but the major factions did not disagree.
Especially that bad seed She Tatian, who felt that everyone's Cavalry Team was about the same, and even their nicknames were similar—you are Chuang Potian, I am She Tatian, what right do you have to take the lead?
The kings gathered together and argued until the sky turned upside down.
Finally, Cao Niangzi mediated, saying that everyone was a bandit who lived by the blade, so they shouldn't just use their mouths; whoever breached the city gate first would be the Alliance Leader from then on.
For this, Chuang Potian had even sent his niece Pan Furong's half-squad of Men and Horses onto the battlefield, determined to grab the first prize.
Seeing Chuang Potian ask, Qin Tong hastily cupped his hands and bent over to reply.
He knew that his uncle was quite strict about rules after becoming a king, and he never called him nephew in front of outsiders to show he was selfless.
"Reporting to King Chuang, the Scouts sent out have replied. The other three factions are attacking their respective sides of the city wall as agreed, and the battle is fierce, no less intense than ours."
"We have not yet discovered any weak points in the government soldiers' defense; it seems that the corrupt official has dispersed his troops across all four walls."
Chuang Potian sneered repeatedly.
"Good! As long as everyone is willing to risk their lives to fight, I don't believe that corrupt official has that many troops!"
He looked out into the distance.
Currently, he was followed by his Personal Guard Squad of Cavalry, totaling two hundred Men and Horses, commanded by his nephew Qin Tong. They were good men who could fight both on and off their horses, and they were the effort he had accumulated over the past years.
With these two hundred Men and Horses, Chuang Potian did not fear any defeat; as long as his men were still there, he could raise his banner again and still be the renowned Chuang Potian!
In addition, there were two other squads of Cavalry with slightly lower Combat Power, somewhat lacking in armor, and not many in number, totaling about three hundred people, led by brothers he trusted.
Furthermore, there were seven or eight squads of infantry, each with about two or three hundred people, all men who dared to wield blades in battle. They were currently resting and gathering their strength, and he would use them when the real assault began.
"Oh, right, there is also that half-squad... If Old Du were still here, this squad would be the strongest." Chuang Potian turned his head with a complex expression.
Indeed, he found a Pan Flag within his own great formation.
Under the great flag.
"Good niece" Pan Furong was riding a large horse, surrounded by a circle of the Women's Army. Occasionally, there were a few male soldiers, either with graying beards or young, fresh complexions.
On the outer perimeter was a circle of infantry, half of whom were armored and holding Weapons, barely scraping together over a hundred people, with many strong servants likely filling the numbers inside.
This niece was not close to him. When Old Seventeen was still alive, his squad was elite and had secretly formed another faction within the army. Fortunately, Old Seventeen was Killed in Battle.
Sending her into battle this time was also a good opportunity to weaken her.
However, looking at his niece's posture, he estimated she wouldn't risk her life to participate.
Hmph, good niece, without Qin Tong, do you think there won't be others coveting you? Other Refugee Army leaders have already asked around about you many times.
If you are unwilling to be a daughter-in-law of my Qin family, it would be fine to marry this source of trouble off...
Countless thoughts flashed through Chuang Potian's heart, then he turned his head and stopped thinking about it, focusing intently on the battlefield situation.
The fierce battle continued for another hour.
Chuang Potian watched as the resistance on the city wall gradually faded, and he suddenly waved his horse whip, ordering his infantry to be put into the battlefield.
Soon, several infantry squads were sent up in turns.
The sound of killing on the battlefield suddenly became intense, and fierce shouting also came from the other sides of the city wall; presumably, the other leaders had also sent out their infantry.
Under the Pan Flag.
Lu Ye stood up to stretch his arms and legs; having waited since morning with his neck craned, his body had gone numb.
At this moment, his figure was a size larger than usual, with a flying saucer hat on his head and an inconspicuous gray garment on his body.
"Eldest brother, why do you seem to have become more burly?" Wang Hu asked, leaning over from the side.
Lu Ye chuckled and pulled open his collar to show him; inside was a well-crafted half-body Iron Armor.
He whispered.
"I earned it by storytelling; Miss rewarded me."
Perhaps Pan Furong was afraid he would lose his life on the city wall; although she had refused to give him that Evil Cultivation Method yesterday, she had Sister Hong send him a set of Iron Armor and a Weapon in the evening, which was said to have been used by "Uncle Seventeen," Commander Du.
However, considering that today was just an assault, Lu Ye did not wear full armor. To make it easier to run away, he only wore the half-body armor and wrapped it in cloth, so as not to be targeted as an important figure and suffer a Concentrated attack on the battlefield.
Wang Hu revealed an envious expression.
"Eldest brother, when will I be able to have a set of Iron Armor?"
Miss had always lacked armor and equipment to replenish, and he had only managed to get a set of cotton armor so far.
Lu Ye patted his chest.
"Brother, one must not forget their roots."
"We are bandits now!"
"If you want Iron Armor," he pointed at the city, his voice suddenly becoming deep and his eyes sharp, "of course, you have to snatch it!"
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