Chapter 948: Siege in Progress

The most eye-catching thing is the long-range attack device called "Chain Crossbow Cart". This crossbow cart is composed of dozens of powerful crossbows. Each crossbow can fire crossbow arrows as thick as a bowl, with amazing power.

The body of the crossbow cart was designed to be rotatable, allowing it to flexibly adjust the shooting direction on the battlefield. When the Yellow Turban Army soldiers turned the crossbow cart and aimed at the defenders on the city wall, the crossbow arrows poured down like raindrops, catching the defenders off guard.

Under the command of Meng Zhang, the Yellow Turban Army surged towards the walls of Qiandu like a tide. The two brothers Liang Lin and Liang Fang each led their troops, carrying ladder chariots and flying ladders, and took the lead in launching a tentative attack on the city wall.

Several three-stage ladder tanks slowly drove towards the city wall, like huge steel pythons, pouncing towards Qiandu with bared fangs and claws.

Seeing this, the defenders on the city wall threw down logs and rocks to try to stop this sudden attack.

However, those protective plates were like indestructible shields, blocking all attacks. Under the cover of chariots, many Yellow Turban soldiers in the rear quickly set up ladders and began to climb the city walls.

"Fire arrows!"

When the defenders on the city wall saw the Yellow Turban Army approaching, they immediately drew their bows and shot arrows at them like rain.

However, the Yellow Turban Army was well prepared. Their shields were like a forest, blocking the rain of arrows. At the same time, the crossbow launchers on the Feiyun Ladder also began to fight back. The crossbow arrows flew towards the top of the city like locusts, and the defenders were immediately thrown into chaos.

"Battering ram, ready!"

Following Meng Zhang's order, dozens of huge battering rams began to rise slowly. The heavy iron hammers drew an arc in the air and then slammed into the city wall.

There was a loud "bang", the city wall shook violently, dust flew everywhere, and the many Qianlong guards on the left and right were terrified and retreated one after another.

"Flying stone crossbow, fire!"

Dozens of stone-flying crossbows in front of the Yellow Turban Army made dull roars, and huge stones shot towards the top of the city like cannonballs, causing the city wall to shake.

For a moment, flames shot up into the sky from the city walls, shouts of killing were deafening, and the entire Qiandu seemed to be plunged into chaos.

Meng Zhang stood on the command platform in the distance, looking at the fierce siege with an expressionless face.

This decisive battle is of vital importance to the Yellow Turban Army. Only by conquering Qiandu can they truly overthrow the Daqian Dynasty. Therefore, he must ensure that every bit of strength can be fully utilized and every siege weapon can exert its maximum power.

As time went on, the offensive of the Yellow Turban Army became more and more fierce. The Qianlong Left and Right Guards on the city wall, who had already suffered heavy losses, became increasingly exhausted and began to show signs of panic and retreat.

On the contrary, the Yellow Turban Army took the opportunity to launch a more fierce attack, like a pack of hungry wolves, rushing towards the city wall more frantically.

As time went on, the siege became more and more intense.

Under Meng Zhang's command, the Yellow Turban Army constantly adjusted their tactics and changed the way they used siege equipment, making it difficult for the many defenders on the city walls to defend themselves.

The remaining Qianlong left and right guards on the city wall also stubbornly resisted the attack of the Yellow Turban Army under the secret command of Xu Zhongyuan.

The two sides were in a stalemate for a while, and neither could easily win. However, at this critical moment, a thunderous shout suddenly came from the Yellow Turban Army.

I saw an elite army rushing into the battlefield like a tiger descending from a mountain. Zhang Hao, who had never appeared before, personally led a reserve force from the rear to join the battle. The appearance of the reinforcements boosted the morale of the Yellow Turban Army, which was originally climbing the ladders, and their offensive became more fierce.

At the same time, at the foot of a high slope behind the Yellow Turban Army, a command platform stood tall, with flags fluttering all around. In the center of this excited crowd, a figure slowly stepped out, as steady as a mountain. It was none other than the top general of the Yellow Turban Army today - "Hate the Sky Without a Ring" Li Cunxiao!

He was wearing black iron armor, the mottled marks on the armor recorded the glory of countless battles. His eyes penetrated the dense smoke and looked directly at the Qiandu city wall in front of him, where flames soared into the sky and shouts of killing shook the sky.

"Captain, the battle is getting more intense. Do you want me to charge in?"

Li Cunxiao couldn't help but ask as he looked at Meng Zhang, who was constantly signaling the flag bearers in the four corners to wave flags and command the army's movements.

Meng Zhang turned around slowly. He was wearing a golden battle robe, holding a command flag, standing on the command platform, like a Confucian general commanding the country.

Faced with Li Cunxiao's proposal, Meng Zhang shook his head slightly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Cunxiao, today's battle is just to test the strength of Qiandu's defense. The key to this decisive battle is not the victory or defeat at the moment, but whether we can overthrow the Great Qian Dynasty in one fell swoop."

"As the top general in my Yellow Turban Army, you must conserve your strength to deal with the real backbone of Qiandu - Si Cangqiong, the ancestor of the Daqian royal family."

Meng Zhang's words did not conceal his views and expectations on Li Cunxiao at all.

Li Cunxiao, whose strength has reached the pinnacle of Gang Qi, can be regarded as an unrivaled existence on the battlefield of Daqian today.

But Si Cangqiong, as the last pillar of the Daqian royal family, although only half a step to the limit of a celestial being, is not someone that ordinary people can deal with.

Among the Yellow Turban Army today, unless Meng Zhang takes action himself, the only person who is qualified to cause harm to Si Cangqiong is Li Cunxiao!

Li Cunxiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. For him, who has now become the "number one in the world", no matter who it is, as long as they block his progress, they will become the soul under his spear!
"Si Cangqiong? He is only half a step to the limit of a celestial being. He has not even reached the limit of a celestial being. He is just a chicken or a dog. He can be killed at will!"

A slight grim smile appeared at the corner of Li Cunxiao's mouth. Even Nangong Tianxia, ​​who was once hailed as the number one war god of Daqian, died of blood at his hands.

A mere old man who hasn't even reached the limit of heaven and man has never been taken seriously by Li Cunxiao!
Meng Zhang looked at Li Cunxiao's confident look and sighed in his heart. Li Cunxiao's strength was indeed amazing, but after he stepped on Nangong Tianxia's corpse to become the "number one in the world", his personality also became a little arrogant.

However, Meng Zhang had no intention of dissuading him. In this chaotic world, what is needed is this kind of momentum of not fearing strong enemies and moving forward courageously.

"I am naturally aware of your strength, Cunxiao, but Si Cangqiong is a powerful person in the Heavenly Man Realm after all. Even if he is only half a step into the Heavenly Man limit, he should not be underestimated. If he fights to the death, it will definitely be extremely difficult."

Meng Zhang felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do. After all, Li Cunxiao was such an extremely powerful person that there were few rivals in the world.

What's more, Li Cunxiao was just a little bit arrogant, and he still treated his colleagues the same way on weekdays. What else could Meng Zhang ask of him?

(End of this chapter)