Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zhang Kui was demoted from a lieutenant general in charge of a thousand men to the lowest-ranking squad leader, only able to manage five soldiers, which he resented.

However, he dared not complain when the leader spoke, and could only accept the punishment, transferring all his hatred onto Li Cheng.

Li Cheng didn't take this petty man with only reckless courage seriously.

"Li Cheng, how do you plan to deal with the current battle situation?"

Faced with the leader's question, Li Cheng thought for a moment, then bowed and answered.

"Chief, I just counted the enemy's wooden boxes. They can fire ten arrows at a time, making them excellent for defending the city. They must be a new weapon invented by the Changwu Army. Our army doesn't have any rapid-fire weapons, so we can only use shields to form a battle formation to defend and then engage in close combat."

good, very good.

The leader preferred Li Cheng. He counted the arrows and found that the wooden boxes on the city wall could indeed fire ten arrows each time, which showed that Li Cheng could carefully observe the changing factors on the battlefield when he was observing the overall situation.

Using a shield to break the opponent's rapid-fire weapon was exactly what he had planned.

"If I give you two battalions of troops and a catapult, are you confident you can take the north gate within two hours?"

With a snap, Li Cheng bowed, straightening his back.

"If I cannot capture the north gate, I will commit suicide to atone for my sins."

"Okay, I believe you."

On the city wall, unlike the cheering crowd, Zheng Qian's face was grim, and he was furious.

"Send word that the four gatekeepers should assemble at the Brocade Knife Shop for a meeting."

He leaped onto his warhorse and galloped toward the brocade knife shop.

Stepping into the workshop of the brocade knife shop, hundreds of burly men were hammering small iron pieces.

The iron sheet is shiny and tough; it's clearly a good material.

Zheng Qian asked with a grim face, "What are you doing?"

A foreman stepped forward and said, "Inspector Zheng, Boss Jin asked us to make you a suit of armor, and we are working hard to finish it."

Clenching his fist and then releasing it, Zheng Qian suppressed his anger. "Stop all work and start making the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow."

"But……"

"There are no buts. This is a military order. Stop all work immediately and rush to produce repeating crossbows. Thirty crossbows must be produced within one hour. Anyone who obeys this order will be executed."

After leaving the workshop, Zheng Qian went up to the second floor and waited for the three of them.

Qin Yong arrived first, followed by Jin Jindao, and He Zuowen arrived quickly at the end.

Zheng Qian stared directly at Jin Jindao, took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart.

Stay calm; only by staying calm can you communicate effectively.

A qualified leader must never let emotions control them and must bear far more than Little Karami.

"Boss Jin, how many Zhuge Repeating Crossbows do you have now?"

"There should be twenty or thirty units, but I don't know the exact number."

"Let me tell you, there are 31 units now. According to the progress, there should be 100 units now, with 50,000 arrows."

With a chuckle, Jin Jindao said mysteriously, "Inspector Zheng, I've asked my brothers to prepare a surprise for you. It should be ready by tomorrow."

Jin Jindao was covered in blood. He had directly participated in the battle during the siege, fighting fearlessly and even drawing his brothers to forge armor for Zheng Qian. Zheng Qian's anger subsided considerably, and he said...

"Boss Jin, I have ordered them to stop making armor and focus all their efforts on making the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow."

"Why?" Jin Jindao's fiery temper flared up instantly, and he stood up and roared.

"I kindly made armor for you, and you don't appreciate it, fine, but why do you have the right to point fingers at my brothers?"

"Old Jin, sit down." He Zuowen shouted, and Jin Jindao reluctantly sat down.

What an ingrate! I'm not going to fawn over you anymore.

"Inspector Zheng, is there something important that you've called us here for a meeting?"

He Zuowen was very rational; he knew that Zheng Qian must have gathered everyone for something important.

Nodding, Zheng Qian ignored Jin Jindao and said.

"The defensive equipment at the north gate has been used up, and now they are gathering people to carry new equipment up. It won't be long before we face a second wave of attacks, and we can hardly hold out."

Jin Jindao immediately mocked, "What a waste! You used up all your strength in the first wave, while we only used two-thirds. We can easily withstand the second wave of attacks."

Ignoring Jin Jindao's taunts, Zheng Qian continued, "Let's all report to each other on the Red Turban Army's combat strength, the number of casualties in the Changwu Army, and discuss how to defend next."

"Ximen killed about three thousand enemies, sixty of his brothers died, and one hundred and twenty-one were wounded. The enemy failed to climb the city wall."

Qin Yong was the first to report the number of casualties. He fought very steadily, and the number of casualties was within a controllable range. The main reason was that there were few attacking enemies, and they only needed to pour oil and throw logs and stones.

"I opened a breach in the south gate of the city wall to let the enemy climb up. I killed more than two thousand people, including forty-three brothers who died and eighty-seven who were wounded."

Jin Jindao was very pleased with himself. His tactics were simple: give the enemy hope of climbing up, and then slowly strangle them, fighting a war of attrition.

Similarly, the effect is very obvious.

"Only two thousand men attacked the East Gate. The Red Turban Army suffered more than eight hundred casualties. We lost five brothers and were wounded twenty-six."

After He Zuowen finished reporting the numbers, he asked Zheng Qian a question in return.

"Inspector Zheng, what are the casualties at the North Gate?"

After a few seconds of silence, Zheng Qian reported the casualty figures.

"Their twenty-nine battalions launched an attack simultaneously, without interruption for an hour. The Red Turban Army suffered more than 14,000 casualties, while we suffered 235 deaths and more than 400 injuries. All five thousand pitchforks were smashed, the oil was used up, and there were no defensive equipment or materials left on the city walls. We are organizing the people to move new logs and stones, and we expect the second wave of attack to arrive soon."

Just now, thirteen waves of Red Turban Army soldiers stormed the city wall, occupying over fifty meters of it. It took the arrival of Zhuge's repeating crossbows and the killing of over a thousand soldiers to finally bring them down.

The three of them gasped.

Their three gates were all probing attacks, but they didn't expect the north gate to launch a full-scale attack.

With 335 dead and over 400 wounded, the Red Turban Army suffered over 14,000 casualties – a feat that can only be described as incredible.

No one else could have held it.

If it weren't for Zheng Qian's consecutive slaying of three generals, which boosted morale, He Yanqiang's command, and everyone's fearless fighting spirit, they wouldn't have been able to hold out.

Jin Jindao dropped his mocking expression, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Zheng Qian.

Qin Yong slammed his fist on the table, feeling a chill for his brother.

"Their leader's camp has been at the west gate, which seems to be a smokescreen. They are actually launching a main attack on the north gate."

After a long silence, He Zuowen said, "We will send one hundred people from each gate to the North Gate to support Inspector Zheng. The Jin Dao Shop will speed up the production of Inspector Zheng's armor to ensure his safety."

Zheng Qian looked at He Zuowen in surprise. What kind of time is this to still be arranging for the making of armor? Has he lost his mind?

"I agree."

"I agree."

Qin Yong and Jin Jindao both expressed their agreement to first make Zheng Qian's armor.

It's easy to find a thousand soldiers, but hard to find a good general.

Judging from the battle record, Zheng Qian was more important than Lüchang City.

"I disagree."

Zheng Qian's face was gloomy. He knew what the three of them meant; they all wanted to protect him.

But whose life isn't life? How many Zhuge Repeating Crossbows could be made in the time it would take to make his armor?

"The Zhuge Repeating Crossbow is our hope for defending the city. It must be made as quickly as possible. The brothers of the Brocade Knife Shop should make the teeth, hooks, hanging blades, and sights, and assemble them. Everyone in the city should participate in making arrows, including the families of officials. Everyone who can move should not be idle."

Raising his hand to stop the three, Zheng Qian continued, "Our goal shouldn't be to hold out for three days, but to protect everyone in the city and completely keep the Red Turban Army out of the city."

The three fell silent. Zheng Qian's thoughts were both terrifying and profound.

Zheng Qian took out the drawn three-bow crossbow and said to Jin Jindao, "Boss Jin, these are the blueprints for the crossbow. Please make one as quickly as possible."

Jin Jindao was instantly drawn to the blueprints for the triple-bow crossbow; he had never imagined that three bows and arrows could be combined and used in this way.

"Ingenious, absolutely brilliant! Inspector Zheng, you're a genius! To think you could come up with such a device is truly admirable," Jin Jindao praised repeatedly.

Qin Yong and He Zuowen were also amazed by the blueprints. What an ingenious design! It cleverly connected the power of the three bows together, and the force of the shot would be beyond imagination.

"This is not my idea; it was invented by our predecessors. I was just copying the blueprints."

"Inspector Zheng is really modest."

Zheng Qian was too lazy to explain, nor did he want to.

"Fifty sets of Zhuge Repeating Crossbow triggers were already made yesterday. Twenty more sets will be ready to use after some polishing and assembly. The remaining parts are already in one hundred and thirty sets. In twenty minutes, I can have my brothers assemble fifty sets and send them to the North Gate."

Jin Jindao was no longer angry. He was completely impressed by Zheng Qian's talent and the number of enemies killed while defending the city, and continued speaking.

"The most difficult part of the three-bow ballista you drew is these two turntables. It will take us half an hour to make them. During this time, we will also work on the ballista body. It should be completed in forty minutes."

The brocade knife shop has more than 300 people. They don't care about exquisiteness but only about practicality, so their speed is very fast.

Just then, the messenger's voice rang out from outside.

"Report: Enemy troops have launched an attack at the North Gate."

Zheng Qian stood up abruptly, nodded to the three men, jumped out of the window, mounted his warhorse, and galloped toward the north gate.