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

Li Che sat upright on his warhorse, scanning the battle situation on the city wall without blinking.

He saw that Daqing's military flags had been firmly rooted in several battlements of the city wall, and the brave vanguard soldiers were charging hard to both sides along the city wall, constantly expanding the breakthrough.

He also saw that the Japanese relied on the parapet and corner towers, and under the pressure of the supervising team, they filled the gaps with their flesh and blood.

The battle became more and more intense, and blood rushed in Li Che's chest.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword at his waist. The familiar touch seemed to be calling him to join this final feast in person!

Li Che could almost clearly feel the pleasure of riding his horse into the city, with the long sword in his hand like a dragon, chopping off the heads of the Japanese pirates.

Haven't I been sharpening my sword for ten years just for this moment, to personally cut off the lifeblood of these beasts?

Driven by a strong impulse, he slowly clamped his legs around the horse's belly.

The warhorse under his crotch seemed to sense his master's desire to fight and pawed its front hooves nervously.

However, just when this eager idea was about to turn into action.

Li Che suddenly felt two cold rays of light nailing his back.

That feeling made his back colder than the cold arrows shot by the Japanese.

He turned his head slowly, somewhat stiffly.

Sure enough, the old man Wen Zaiyin rode his horse closer at some point.

Those somewhat cloudy eyes were now staring at him without blinking, like the strictest teacher staring at a student who had skipped class.

"Cough cough cough..."

Li Che felt guilty when he was stared at by this gaze and coughed awkwardly a few times.

He tried to make his expression look more dignified, and said in a deep voice, "Master Wen, what are you looking at me doing? I am only eager to watch the battle, and I have absolutely no intention of personally participating in it."

After saying this, even he himself felt a little lacking in confidence.

"Humph!"

Wen Zaiyin snorted coldly, and his gray beard curled up in anger.

"Your Highness is a person of great value, and your life is linked to the country. You must know that charging into battle is a common man's courage."

"I only hope Your Highness will keep his promise and not...put yourself in danger!"

Wen Zaiyin emphasized the last four words particularly strongly.

Li Che suddenly felt like a balloon that had been punctured, and his enthusiasm for killing the Japanese was instantly deflated.

He shrugged helplessly.

With this old man, more stubborn than the city wall, staring at him like a thief, it seems that his wish to chop down the Japanese soldiers with his own hands today is completely ruined.

However, this little regret was soon diluted by the changes in the battle situation.

The Fengtian Army had extremely strong combat effectiveness, and it is no exaggeration to say that it was the strongest army in the world.

In less than half an hour, several key areas of the southern city wall were firmly controlled.

The follow-up troops were like a flood that had been opened, continuously pouring onto the city wall from the breakthrough point and launching fierce attacks on the flanks and depth.

Although the Japanese fought back frantically, they could only retreat step by step in the face of absolute strength.

At the same time, victory news came almost simultaneously from the north, east, and west walls:

"Report! General Wang Sanchun has broken through the west gate and is engaging in street fighting with the Japanese pirates!"

"Report! General Yang Xuan's troops have occupied the city wall and are advancing towards the inner city!"

"Report! General Xue Wei has cleared most of the remaining enemies at the east gate!"

Besieged on all sides, and flowers bloom everywhere!

In less than an hour, the Fengtian Army had torn several huge cracks in Kyoto's outer city wall defense line!

There were more and more Fengtian Army flags on the city walls.

If it were any other city, the morale of the defenders would have completely collapsed if the city walls had been breached to this extent.

However, the crazy nature of wanting to destroy both oneself and others still supports the Japanese army to continue fighting.

Just as the Fengtian Army soldiers began to advance deep into the city, a more brutal battle suddenly broke out.

"Be careful! There are archers on the roof!"

"In the alley on the left! There are Japanese pirates lying in ambush!"

"Kerosene! Get out of the way!!"

The city was broken, but the battle was not over. Instead, it entered a more dangerous stage of street fighting.

Kaifu Munemasa and his remaining loyal generals continued to resist stubbornly, relying on the maze-like narrow streets and alleys in Kyoto City, as well as countless carefully constructed barricades, bunkers, and traps.

Forced into a desperate situation, the Japanese began throwing burning pots and boiling oil from the roof; shooting arrows and cannons from behind doors and windows; and even disguised themselves as corpses and suddenly stabbed the Fengtian soldiers when they passed by.

The Fengtian Army's powerful musket array was invincible in the open field, but its power was greatly reduced in the streets and alleys where vision was obstructed.

Dense formations are difficult to deploy, and the firepower advantage cannot be brought into play.

"Form a formation! Three people in a group, back to back!"

"Hold the shield in front, watch out for the top of your head and the sides!"

"Spearmen suppress the alleyways, and musketeers seek high ground!"

"Be careful of traps! Don't rush in!"

The experienced Fengtian Army grassroots officers roared at the top of their lungs and quickly adjusted their tactics.

The soldiers quickly switched from large-scale combat mode to small-group tactics of three, covering each other and advancing step by step.

The battle began to become stalemate.

At the same time, another silent battle was taking place at the gap blown open at the south gate.

"Quick! Move these damn rocks!"

"Wood! This wood is stuck, bring more people!"

"Push harder! One! Two! Three! Get up—"

Kaibu Munemasa was obviously well prepared, and the area behind the city gate was tightly blocked with various obstacles.

Logs were stacked crosswise, stone slabs were deeply embedded, and even dismantled beams and heavy chevaux de frise were firmly piled together.

After using gunpowder to blast away the large obstacles, there were still smaller pieces of gravel and waste blocking the road, which had to be moved by manpower.

The soldiers shouted slogans and dragged with all their might using crowbars, ropes, and even their bloody hands.

The stone had sharp edges, which rubbed the soldiers' palms until they bled.

But they gritted their teeth and no one backed down.

Because they knew that the moment the city gate was opened would be the moment to end this bloody street fighting.

The armored cavalry and Khitan cavalry led by Yelu He had already assembled in the open area outside the city.

The warhorse pawed its hooves restlessly, snorted, and emitted white mist.

The knights sat upright on their saddles, holding sharp scimitars in their hands, their eyes burning with bloodthirsty excitement.

Just wait for the moment when the city gate opens——

Horses are riding on Tokyo!