We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

"Lord Wen, what's going on? Didn't you just say that the Fengtian Army would attack the city tomorrow?"

Wen Zaiyin was also stunned. He did not expect the Fengtian Army to attack the city in advance, and he did not expect the artillery sound to come so suddenly.

After a moment, Wen Zaiyin suddenly realized.

The reason why Prince Feng acted so righteous and upright just now was just a trick to deceive himself.

He had already made preparations for attacking the city, and he deceived himself just to catch Goryeo off guard.

Wen Zaiyin didn't feel angry, he just found it a little funny.

The dignified King Feng would resort to such tricks. Isn't he afraid of being laughed at if it gets out?

But after a moment, the smile in Wen Zaiyin's heart disappeared without a trace.

He looked at Li Weiyu's terrified expression, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart.

In order to increase his chances of winning, the prince did not hesitate to tarnish his own reputation.

He is so unconcerned with details and is willing to do anything to achieve his goals. He is truly a heroic leader.

But what about my own Majesty?

After just hearing a few cannon shots, he was so frightened that he collapsed in his chair, not daring to move.

Back then, Your Majesty was also a king full of vigor and vitality, and was praised by everyone as a wise ruler rarely seen in a century.

How did it become like this now?

Can time really make a person timid?

Li Weiyu sat slumped on the dragon throne, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.

Wen Zai Yin was furious at his lack of resistance and pulled him up: "Your Majesty, wake up! The city is still there, we haven't lost yet!"

"Your Majesty should put on your armor and personally supervise the battle on the city walls. When the soldiers see you, they will surely fight with all their might and die for their country!"

"Escape is not a solution. Only by putting yourself in danger can you survive!"

Li Weiyu was shaken back to his senses, and the confusion in his eyes gradually faded.

He stood up suddenly and pleaded as if he was looking for a life-saving straw: "Wen Qing is right, we can't give up, we can't give up!"

"I will listen to you no matter what we do!"

Wen Zaiyin looked out the door and said calmly, "I will go to the city wall to organize the soldiers to defend the city first. Your Majesty, please join me after you put on your armor."

"The city has ample food and fodder. As long as we can withstand the fierce attacks of the past few days, the Fengtian Army, having come from such a long distance, will inevitably show signs of fatigue."

"By then, the weather will be even colder, making it difficult to transport food and fodder. They will have no choice but to retreat, and the siege of the capital will be lifted."

Even when the situation was critical, Wen Zaiyin remained organized and clear-headed.

Li Weiyou calmed down a bit after hearing this: "Okay, okay! Wenqing goes first, I will follow soon."

The situation was urgent, and Wen Zaiyin had no time to say much. He bowed and hurried away with his sword.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked at Li Weiyou with complicated eyes: "Your Majesty, you will definitely come, right?"

Li Weiyou's eyes flashed, and he said sternly, "My words are my bond. How can I joke about such a big matter?"

Wen Zaiyin breathed a sigh of relief, bowed again, and disappeared at the end of the palace.

Seeing Wen Zaiyin's back disappear, Li Weiyou came to his senses and called his attendants: "Quick, gather the guards and bring the princes here."

"Your Majesty, what do you want?" the attendant asked in surprise.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Li Weiyu slapped him hard, "It will be too late if you delay any longer!"

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away."

The attendant left in a hurry, and Li Weiyu sat dejectedly on the chair.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Sorry, Wenqing.

I don't want to die yet.

. . . . . .

The cold winter wind, carrying snowflakes, mercilessly lashed the walls of Liujing.

On the top of the city wall, the Korean defenders trembled and looked at the dark array of Fengtian troops outside the city in fear.

boom! boom! boom!

Dozens of Fengtian Army artillery roared, spewing out a torrent of hot steel, smashing hard into the walls of Liujing.

The city walls trembled under the bombardment of artillery fire, with rubble and dust flying all over the sky, as if they would collapse at any time.

On the top of the city wall, the defenders were knocked to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion, and screams and wails rang out one after another.

Some soldiers were blown to pieces, with their limbs and arms scattered on the city walls, making it look like hell on earth.

The Fengtian Army lined up just outside the range of the arrows, and pairs of eager eyes shot towards the top of the city walls.

Before the siege, Wang Sanchun and others argued over who would lead the attack.

According to convention, when attacking a city, one should surround three sides and leave one side open.

On the one hand, we let them go and lure the isolated enemies to break out, while on the other hand, we leave them a way to retreat to prevent them from taking desperate measures.

The other three sides will also be divided into main attack and feint attack.

But Li Che's answer was straightforward:

There was no feint attack in this battle, nor was there any encirclement of three sides with one missing. Everyone was engaged in the main attack!

First use artillery to clear the way, then press all the troops forward and attack the city wall fiercely. The outcome will be decided in one battle!

Although this move goes against common sense in military strategy, it is inspiring enough.

All the soldiers were full of energy, and even when they were standing in the cold snow, there was a fire burning in their hearts.

The way they looked at Liu Jing was like a group of wild wolves that had been hungry for more than ten days and saw a piece of fat meat.

The artillery fire lasted for a full half hour, and the city wall was riddled with holes, with huge gaps appearing in many places.

Li Che looked at Chen Gui and nodded slightly.

The latter understood and gave the order to stop the shelling.

The sound of artillery fire fell, and the battlefield fell into silence, with a tense and murderous atmosphere in the air.

Clang——

The sound of swords being unsheathed was heard, and all the soldiers looked towards the source of the sound.

Li Che held his sword in his hand and squinted his eyes slightly.

The sun had begun to set, and the sunlight was facing away from the Fengtian Army, shining directly into the eyes of the defenders.

The right time, place and people are all in your own hands.

it's time.

He took a deep breath and then shouted: "Attack the city!"

At Li Che's command, dozens of ladders and siege towers that had been prepared long ago, pushed by auxiliary troops, slowly advanced towards the city wall.

Wen Zaiyin, sword in hand, looked behind him at the fear-filled Goryeo soldiers and said encouragingly, "Soldiers! His Majesty will personally be on the battlefield, fighting alongside us!"

"For the glory of Goryeo, for our homeland, fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

The soldiers around him had already lost their fighting spirit, but when they heard the words "Your Majesty is here in person", a glimmer of hope emerged in their hearts.

They knew that the king's personal presence on the battlefield meant a fight to the death with no way out.

After all, their home is behind them and they have nowhere to retreat!

A distance of several hundred meters is neither far nor near.

Under the cover of siege towers and shields, the Fengtian Army quickly approached the city wall.

On the ladders, the Fengtian Army soldiers struggled to climb up despite the rain of arrows and rolling logs and rocks from the defenders on the city wall.

The soldiers on the siege tower took advantage of the tower's height to shoot down at the defenders on the city wall, covering their comrades on the ladders.

Under the city wall, the vanguard troops of the Fengtian Army had climbed up the cracks in the wall and poured into the city like a tide.

They were wearing heavy armor, holding sharp steel knives, and rushed towards the panicked Goryeo defenders with shouts.

Fierce street fighting broke out in the streets and alleys of the city, with swords flashing and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

With its sophisticated equipment and skilled combat skills, the Fengtian Army quickly gained the upper hand.

Wang Sanchun, Ying Bu, Jie An and others led the troops to the city personally, and the morale of the Fengtian Army was high.

On the other hand, the Goryeo army had already suffered heavy losses from artillery bombardment and had not yet gotten over the fear of being bombarded by artillery fire.

A brutal hand-to-hand combat ensued, forcing the Goryeo army to retreat step by step and cry out in pain.

"Prime Minister, where is His Majesty?" A guard, covered in blood, looked at Wen Zaiyin behind him and said in a shrill voice, "If His Majesty doesn't come soon, our brothers will be unable to hold on."

Wen Zaiyin did not answer, but just stared at the road behind the city wall, his lips trembling constantly.

"He will come, Your Majesty, he will come."

"He promised me that he would come!"