Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

The shouts of soldiers, the beating of war drums, and the clashing of weapons mingled together, forming a tragic yet stirring war song. Every soldier fought bravely for honor and for their homeland, and their bravery and fearlessness became the most moving scene in this battle.

At the city gate, the wrecked wreck, encased in sheet metal, was glowing red-hot, and piles of corpses lay beside it, their bodies burned beyond recognition. Just as they were beginning to endure the burning oil, logs and boulders rained down from above the city walls, blocking their path and adding another layer of carnage to the ground.

Half an hour later, nearly two thousand men from the Fourth Battalion had been lost at the North Gate.

A battalion has four lieutenant generals, each commanding one thousand men, so a battalion has four thousand men.

"Battalion Commander, we have lost more than two battalions of soldiers, and the catapults have run out of stones. Should we retreat and let the soldiers rest for a while?"

A lieutenant advised Li Cheng that half an hour had passed and not a single soldier had been able to climb the city wall; if the fighting continued, casualties would increase.

The defeat in the duel dealt a heavy blow to morale. Apart from the soldiers of the First Battalion who were determined to avenge their commander and were brave and fearless, the morale of the other battalions was not high.

Now that the entire battalion has been wiped out, the probing attacks have been sufficient, and retreating is the wisest choice.

"If we give up now, it will be even harder to charge forward next time."

Li Cheng was confident. The Changwu Army only had three thousand men, and the North Gate could only be assigned a maximum of one thousand, while they had thirty thousand men, thirty times the number of men at the North Gate. Using a human wave tactic to relentlessly attack was the fastest way to take down the North Gate.

Based on information from two scouts, it is speculated that almost all the residents of Lvchang City have evacuated, and their reserves are insufficient.

When they run out of the weapons and materials to defend the city, that will be the time to breach the city walls.

Li Cheng only possessed the strength of the peak of the Bone Refining Realm; he became the Second Battalion Commander entirely through his wisdom.

The leader gave him three hours to break through the city, which was more than enough.

He's not particularly strong physically; he makes a living with his brains.

"The art of war says, 'The first battle is a probe, the second battle is the decisive one.' Now that we have probed their defensive strength, the best course of action is to withdraw our troops, adjust our tactics, and launch another siege."

Snapped.

A large punch landed on the lieutenant's face, and Li Cheng's expression darkened.

"Anyone who dares to question the decisions of their superiors on the battlefield is violating military discipline, and there will be a next time, resulting in execution."

"Hmph." After snorting, the lieutenant turned and went back into the tent, feeling an urge to kill Li Cheng.

The deputy general's brother-in-law was a favorite of the leader, and his cultivation level was at the early stage of Bone Refining Realm. He had a stronger relationship with him and a higher cultivation level, so he was always dissatisfied with him becoming the battalion commander.

Li Cheng also looked down on him, thinking he was a smart but weak-willed warrior who only knew how to fight by copying military books.

At this moment, Li Cheng only had eyes for one person: Zheng Qian, who was sitting on the city wall.

As soon as Zheng Qian makes a move, you will sound the general alarm.

On the city wall, He Yanqiang gripped a three-meter-long forked pole, forking one Red Turban soldier after another down from the ladder.

Since the start of the battle, they haven't allowed a single Red Turban soldier to breach the city walls, but they've almost run out of equipment.

The arrows were all shot out, the oil was all poured out, not a single log was left, and the boulder was gone. Even the five thousand forked poles were reduced to only a few hundred, as they had all been cut down.

Inside the city, three hundred able-bodied men continuously transported logs and stones to the city wall, but the speed of transportation was far from keeping up with the rate of consumption. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before the Red Turban Army reached the city wall.

The catapults below the city were also a major threat. Although there were only five catapults, each volley was like a rain of stones falling from the sky, leaving the soldiers with nowhere to hide or avoid.

More than 200 wounded soldiers of the Changwu Army have been evacuated from the city wall, while more than 700 are still struggling to hold on.

Despite the fact that the Red Turban Army's casualty ratio was forty times that of the Changwu Army, this was due to the Changwu Army's advantage of having ample defensive equipment in the early stages. Once the defensive equipment was used up, the Red Turban Army would be able to scale the city walls, resulting in a casualty ratio of at most one to one.

The defeat of the Changwu army was inevitable.

In the distance, the bugle call to retreat sounded, but Li Cheng remained unmoved. His second battalion was resting and preparing behind him, ready to be the first to breach the city gates of Lüchang.

At the West Gate, Qin Yong stood on the city wall, watching the retreating Red Turban Army, his heart heavy.

Can we really make it through three days?

At the South Gate, his golden dagger was stained with the blood of the enemy. The Red Turban Army had already climbed the city wall. With his formidable martial prowess, he repelled wave after wave of the Red Turban Army, finally driving the enemy army away completely.

At the East Gate, an arrow shot up onto the city wall with a whoosh, carrying a small note.

Hand over Zheng Qian, and you will all be safe.

He tossed the small note into the brazier and continued to refine the defense plan. The Red Turban Army seemed reluctant to breach the East Gate; their attack was not fierce, consisting entirely of greenhorns who treated the East Gate as a training ground.

At the North Gate, Zheng Qian still sat upright in the highest position, holding a brush and deep in thought, drawing a three-bow crossbow on the paper.

Martial arts masters within the city relayed the message that the three gates were withdrawing their troops. Zheng Qian spoke to the messenger.

"It is said that the Brocade Knife Shop has rushed the new weapons to the North Gate."

The news quickly spread throughout Lvchang City. Qin Yong, Jin Jindao, and He Zuowen all looked towards the North Gate, their eyes filled with worry.

Why were the troops still fighting at the North Gate after all three gates had been withdrawn?

Could it be that the main battlefield of this siege is not at the west gate, but at the north gate?

Eight carriages quickly drove out of the brocade knife shop and sped toward the north gate.

"Quick, block them, don't let them get up here."

"Support! The Red Turban Army has scaled the city wall!"

"Kill them, drive them back."

The first wave of Red Turban Army soldiers scaled the city wall, and the Changwu Army shouted for support, but their strength was already severely depleted.

Zhang Tiezhu led fifty brothers from Wujiazhai to charge up the city wall. His heavy sword danced like a fan on the wall, leaving no intact corpse in its wake.

The people of Wu Family Village were also very brave. Their broadswords flew across the city wall, and ordinary soldiers who had not reached the level of skin-refining were quickly driven off the wall.

In just one minute, more than a hundred soldiers who had climbed the city wall were all killed by Zhang Tiezhu and his men.

However, more and more Red Turban Army soldiers kept climbing up, and Wu Gang and Zhang Tiezhu joined the battle to defend the city.

“H-H-H-…”

The coachman's voice grew louder as the carriage came into view.

The carriage was brought by people from the brocade knife shop. He gathered the people forward and carried dozens of wooden boxes and bundles of arrows off the carriage.

"Inspector Zheng, the crossbows you ordered have been completed in thirty-one pieces and have all been brought to the scene."

Zheng Qian frowned. "Why did it take three days to complete only thirty-one sets? Is there some difficulty?"

"The employer arranged for us to make armor for you, so we are all rushing to finish the armor. Production of the repeating crossbows was stopped yesterday."

Hey.

Zheng Qian crushed the pen in his hand. Suppressing his anger, he spoke to the newcomer.

"Immediately halt armor production and focus all efforts on producing repeating crossbows. Tell Boss Jin that I appreciate his good intentions, but the greater good must come first."

The visitor withdrew and drove the carriage toward the south gate.

Three days ago, Zheng Qian drew a ten-shot Zhuge Repeating Crossbow based on his memory of reading "Tiangong Kaiwu" and ordered Jin Dao Shop to rush to make it. Unexpectedly, Jin Dao Shop spared people to make armor for him.

金锦刀，玩呢？

You can't abandon the war because of personal relationships; being a businessman isn't about hurting people.

The crossbow's hook, scimitar, sight, and trigger assembly had to be made by the brothers from the brocade knife shop, as all of these components were made of iron.

Zheng Qian drew up a sketch that very day, and Jin Jindao personally oversaw the forging. The resulting crossbow, capable of piercing within 15 paces and inflicting damage within 20 paces, was insufficient for field attacks but more than adequate for defending a city.

The Red Turban Army was very poor. Only officers of the rank of lieutenant general and above had armor. Ordinary soldiers only had red turbans wrapped around their heads and no leather armor. They were no match for crossbow bolts at close range.

Two days later, the brocade knife shop had only produced thirty-one sets. Treating the lives of soldiers like a joke and engaging in matters of human relationships was like losing the watermelon to pick up a sesame seed.

The golden brocade knife, a missed opportunity in battle!