Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

More and more Red Turban Army soldiers rushed up the city wall, including several lieutenant generals who were extremely powerful.

Wu Gang wielded his broadsword with sweeping, powerful strokes, single-handedly securing the passage through the city wall. He and Zhang Tiezhu were responsible for the main attack, while the brothers from Wu Family Village were responsible for clearing the rear. Their teamwork was excellent.

On the north city wall, the Red Turban Army had already occupied a distance of thirteen meters. Shouts of battle were heard everywhere, all five thousand pitchforks had broken, and more and more soldiers were climbing the city wall. The fall of the city was in sight.

Wang Wuze was a lieutenant general in the Seventh Battalion. He led his brothers to storm the city wall and was very excited.

After the fall of Lüchang City, he was entitled to a first-class merit award based on his contributions.

The swordsman in front of him was too fierce, so he had to fight back with several centurions.

"Brothers, the credit for breaching the city belongs to our Redstone Seventh Battalion! Follow me and kill them!"

Wang Wuze roared, and the soldiers of the Seventh Battalion fought even more fiercely.

Swish.

His sword sliced ​​through the man's clothes, nearly disemboweling him.

What a pity, what a pity.

Suddenly, the other person's pink undergarment came into view, and he felt the urge to urinate.

"Holy crap, what are you doing wearing a pink bellyband, you grown man?"

"Heads may be severed, blood may flow, but even eyesores will frustrate ghosts. What a pervert!"

"Brothers, let's chop this freak up."

"Kill them! Slash the pervert to death!"

Wang Wuze's loud shout drew the attention of the Red Turban Army to Zhang Tiezhu's pink undergarment, and they all burst into laughter.

"There's no one left in Lvchang City, so even the pervert has come out to defend it."

"Drown in a pig cage, he must be thrown into a pig cage."

With unwavering loyalty and courage, we are determined to conquer the city.

Wang Wuze's shouts boosted the morale of the Red Turban Army, and their attacks became even fiercer as they relentlessly seized control of the city walls.

"You're the pervert, your whole family are perverts."

Zhang Tiezhu's dark face flushed red; he had gone completely berserk.

He wielded the greatsword even faster, forcing Wang Wuze to retreat repeatedly. Wang Wuze was panting heavily, his strength nearly exhausted.

"Brothers, he's dying, kill him!"

The Red Turban Army quickly launched a counterattack. Zhang Tiezhu felt an immense weight on his sword. He had already killed dozens of Red Turban soldiers, but he was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

Just then, the Changwu Army behind him retreated, and a group of people holding wooden boxes rushed out and fired a barrage of shots at the Red Turban Army.

Whoosh...

Arrows shot out from the wooden box, and the Red Turban Army fell in rows.

What is this thing? It can shoot arrows in a row?

While deflecting the arrows, Wang Wuze retreated. The Red Turban Army behind him was no match for him; he was the only one still holding off the enemy on the entire section of the city wall.

puff……

An arrow pierced his abdomen, and the excruciating pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat.

However, after the Changwu army finished firing one round, new wooden boxes were brought out, followed by another round of rapid firing.

Wang Wuze panicked. He had no confidence that he could withstand another round of rapid fire, so he ran to the city wall and jumped off.

Falling from an eight-meter-high city wall doesn't necessarily mean death, but staying on the wall will certainly kill you.

Driven by fear of death, he chose to jump off the city wall.

As soon as he jumped, the soldiers of the Seventh Battalion jumped as well.

The city wall was only three meters wide. They had no way to block or avoid the arrows shot from the wooden boxes. They could only use their bodies to catch the arrows. The lieutenants with breastplates chose to jump down. Those who were only wearing cloth clothes had no choice but to jump down as well.

After all, no one wants to die.

"They've fled! The Red Turban Army has fled!"

Zhang Tiezhu shouted excitedly, his voice echoing throughout the city wall, and almost everyone heard it.

There were a total of thirty-one Zhuge Repeating Crossbows, which were divided into two teams and fired at both sides of the city wall. Five repeating crossbows on a three-meter-wide city wall could kill the Red Turban Army in rows. The repeating crossbows behind were all loaded with arrows and waiting.

The Red Turban Army, having stormed the city walls, were in high spirits, believing they would be the first to achieve victory. However, they did not expect the Changwu Army to have crossbows capable of rapid-fire, resulting in heavy casualties in an instant.

When Wang Wuze jumped, the Seventh Battalion followed suit; when the Seventh Battalion jumped, the other Red Turban Army soldiers followed suit as well.

Not jumping meant certain death, but jumping offered a chance of survival, so everyone followed suit and jumped.

And so, the Red Turban Army, which had been in a very favorable position, suddenly started jumping off the city wall like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Regardless of whether they killed anyone, they got up and fled.

The Red Turban Army suffered a crushing defeat, and the drums signaled their retreat.

"They've retreated; they've withdrawn their troops."

"We won! We won the first battle."

"Must win."

"Victory is certain, victory is certain..."

On the north city wall, morale soared; they had finally won their first battle.

Zhang Tiezhu plopped down on the ground and then lay sprawled out on the floor, his sweat quickly soaking the floor.

Then the Changwu army soldiers lay down on the ground in groups, all exhausted.

Li Cheng, from the Second Battalion of the Red Turban Army, kept his eyes on Zheng Qian on the city wall.

Why hasn't he participated in the battle?

With nearly a fifth of the city wall already occupied, how can he still sit still? Does he have some backup plan that he hasn't used yet?

Li Cheng had a bad feeling; the opposing commander was too composed.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine. He turned around abruptly and saw a man wearing a mask with a flame design standing behind him.

Li Cheng hurriedly cupped his hands in greeting, "Chief."

The visitor was the leader of the Red Turban Army. He had received a report from the deputy commander of the Second Battalion, which bypassed his superiors, and he had also learned that the commander defending the North Gate was very capable, so he came to take a look.

The leader is very satisfied with the current battle situation.

Li Cheng is a smart man. Knowing that he was eager to attack the city, he directly used a human wave tactic to forcefully break through the city. This man can be promoted to a trusted confidant.

"You deserve the greatest credit for breaching the north gate."

"Chief, the enemy commander is still calm and composed. I suspect they may have a backup plan. It's too early to talk about breaking through the city now."

The Red Turban Army leader was even more satisfied, remaining calm and composed; it was excellent.

Just then, something unexpected happened on the city wall.

Dozens of Changwu soldiers each carried a wooden box, gently pulling the lever at the top back of the box and then pressing it down.

Whoosh.

An arrow shot out, and a row of Red Turban Army soldiers fell.

Immediately afterwards, with a gentle pull and a press, another arrow was shot out, and another row of Red Turban Army soldiers fell.

Then, arrows shot out from the wooden box, and the Red Turban Army soldiers fell one after another.

When Wang Wuze, a lieutenant general of the 7th Battalion, jumped off the city wall, one after another, the Red Turban Army soldiers followed suit.

Tens of thousands of soldiers died, and the city wall, which they had fought for an hour to breach, was recaptured by the Changwu army in less than a minute.

Li Cheng's heart was bleeding. His army was collapsing like a house of cards, and he knew he had to withdraw his troops, or the losses would be even more severe.

"Chief, I request to withdraw the troops."

The flames on the leader's mask seemed to flicker, rising and falling in a terrifying way.

He nodded and agreed to withdraw his troops.

"Order everyone to retreat."

As the drums of retreat sounded, the Red Turban Army retreated rapidly like a receding tide.

The lieutenant was quite the actor; seeing Li Cheng withdraw his troops, he immediately filed a complaint against him.

“Chief, I just reminded Li Cheng that military strategy says, ‘The first battle is a test, the second battle is to decide the outcome.’ He slapped me and then threatened to kill me. He has no ability to lead troops. I hope the chief will take back his command and select a better general to attack the city.”

"Zhang Kui, who do you think would be suitable for this position?"

Zhang Kui's face lit up with joy. "Chief, Zhang Yi is not only at the mid-stage of the Bone Refining Realm, but also the commander of the Ninth Battalion. He has rich experience in siege warfare, and I believe he is the most suitable."

Zhang Yi is Zhang Kui's cousin and a favorite of the leader. It would be right to promote him as the main attacking general.

Just as Zhang Kui was feeling smug, the leader's words plunged him into an icy abyss.

"The retreat in this battle was not Li Cheng's fault, but Zhang Kui, you twisted the facts and reported it to your superiors. According to military law, you should be executed. However, considering your bravery in battle and your military achievements, you are demoted to squad leader and will be sent to learn the art of war."