Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

When Zheng Qian arrived at the North Gate, the gate was blocked by many huge stones. In order to prevent the Red Turban Army from attacking, He Yanqiang cut off the way out from the inside, only defending and not attacking.

Teams of people carried stones up the city wall in an orderly and efficient manner.

All of this is thanks to He Yanqiang, whose military talent is as strong as his name.

On the city wall, soldiers stood ready, their broadswords and arrows gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The brothers of Wu Family Village also stood at a distance, directly participating in the battle.

Apart from the wounded who could not stand, all 600-plus men participated in the battle, and not one of them retreated.

He Yanqiang stood in the middle of the city, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Outside the city gate, the Red Turban Army had already assembled.

The original thirty square formations were reduced to only sixteen, but now there are twenty-two square formations left.

Their reinforcements consisted of two battalions, each with an even more somber atmosphere.

These two battalions are clearly the elite fighting force of the Red Turban Army.

dong dong...

The war drums sounded, the bugles blared, and the Red Turban Army marched forward.

At the forefront, a group of warriors wielding shields marched with firm and powerful steps. Each shield bearer carried a heavy shield on their shoulders, the shield seemingly a symbol of their unbreakable faith. Under their cover, the warriors behind them advanced safely, ready to launch a fierce attack at any moment.

When they reached a distance of 300 zhang from the city wall, Li Cheng, the commander-in-chief at the rear, rode his warhorse at full speed to the front.

Clang.

The sword was drawn and pointed to the sky, gleaming in the sunlight.

"With unwavering loyalty and courage, we are determined to break through the city. Kill!"

At his command, the Red Turban Army launched their charge. The shield bearers were at the forefront, forming a tight, impenetrable defensive line.

He Yanqiang watched the Red Turban Army charge silently. He knew that the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow only had a range of forty meters and was only lethal within twenty meters.

The Zhuge Repeating Crossbow proved utterly ineffective against the shield-lined defenses. Beneath the shield wall, the Red Turban Army successfully stormed the city walls, with the shield bearers providing a safe haven for their comrades behind them.

The siege ladders quickly secured the city wall, and the Red Turban Army soldiers began to climb it. They were agile and swift, like a group of strong apes scaling the wall.

Just then, He Yanqiang gave the order.

"Fire to the side and rear of the shield bearers on the ladder, fire."

Whoosh...

Hundreds of arrows were fired, and the shield bearers on the siege ladder could block the arrows from above but not from the sides. One by one, the arrows fell from the siege ladder from the shield bearers' hands.

"what……"

Screams rang out, but were quickly drowned out by shouts of killing.

Behind the shield bearers, the Red Turban Army, no longer protected by their shield bearers, had a clearing cleared by arrows, which was quickly filled by the Red Turban Army behind them.

Several lieutenants, shields in hand, quickly climbed up. They were all at least at the peak of the Skin Refining Realm, and their shields easily blocked the arrows from above.

At this moment, He Yanqiang issued his second order.

"Smash the rocks."

The stones rained down from the city wall.

"what……"

"Shieldbearer, quickly help block them!"

The rain of stones inflicted heavy losses on the Red Turban Army. Those hit on the head died instantly, while those hit on the body were immediately paralyzed and lay on the ground groaning in agony.

The area beneath the North Gate has once again become a living hell.

The Red Turban Army's catapults were also ready. They smeared oil on the stones, and with a whoosh, they ignited them into a raging fire. The commander swung his red command flag down fiercely.

"put."

Whoosh...

Burning stones flew into the air like a rain of fire, falling indiscriminately.

The firestone rain covered a wide area, with most of it falling on the city walls and a small portion falling into the Red Turban Army's camp.

Kill a thousand enemies, but lose two hundred of your own.

Below the city walls, archers were also firing arrows at the walls, the arrows gleaming coldly, taking the lives of the Changwu soldiers; every second, people were dying.

Five hundred feet away, Zheng Qian saw several hundred Red Turban soldiers carrying huge horizontal beams and starting to work.

Soon, a tall catapult was assembled.

Three enormous stone projectiles, propelled by the Red Turban Army, slowly approached the catapult.

"One, two, three, go!"

Dozens of Red Turban soldiers lifted the stone projectiles and placed them on the catapult launcher, then brushed them with oil. The huge stone projectiles instantly ignited, and the soldiers on both sides of the catapult quickly pulled the ropes to control the direction of the catapult's throw.

"put."

At a command, the catapults roared and launched burning stone projectiles into the air.

Whoosh...

The massive fireballs created a sonic boom as they rubbed against the air, tracing a graceful arc through the sky as they billowed thick smoke toward the northern city.

Rumble…

The stone projectile flew over the city wall and struck a stone house inside the city. The stone house instantly shattered into pieces. After the dust rose, the stone house had disappeared, leaving a crater more than a meter deep on the ground, along with the burning stone projectile.

The catapult was incredibly powerful.

It was the most powerful behemoth in the war, inspiring fear and dread.

A Red Turban Army soldier was adjusting the catapult; the first shot was merely a test of accuracy. Meanwhile, several engineers were polishing the catapult, and a single shot damaged it, requiring repairs.

The Red Turban Army's morale is high, and with the appearance of their siege weapon, Lüchang City is bound to fall.

"With unwavering loyalty and courage, we are determined to break through the city. Kill!"

The Red Turban Army soldiers roared, and their offensive became even more ferocious.

Just then, reinforcements arrived from the three gates. One hundred and fifty Changwu soldiers even came from the west and east gates, and Qin Yong and He Zuowen added fifty more soldiers. They also brought some kerosene to help defend the north gate.

"The third, sixth, and ninth teams of the North Gate retreat, and the supporting brothers fill their positions. The first, fourth, and seventh teams take over the oil, pour it down from the ladder, and light it."

He Yanqiang immediately issued orders to arrange tactics, ordering the 369th team to retreat and rest temporarily, while the rest teams rested and defended the city. This would allow for better control of the soldiers' stamina and enable them to fight a protracted war.

Just as the shield bearers were about to climb the city wall, suddenly buckets of oil rained down from the sky like fire dragons, turning the siege ladders into fire trails. Instantly, they lost their armor and jumped desperately down the ladders.

The fire continued to pour down, and soon, the aroma of meat filled the air once again.

Zheng Qian's gaze was still five hundred feet away when the Red Turban Army's engineers had already repaired the catapults and loaded the second burning stone projectile.

At the commander's order, the stone projectile flew towards the city wall like a meteorite falling from the sky, carrying a raging inferno.

"Hold."

He Yanqiang couldn't help but roar.

Judging from the trajectory of the stone, this one is sure to hit the city wall.

Rumble…

As if an earthquake had occurred, the city walls shook several times. Stone projectiles struck the interior of the city walls, and stones flew everywhere, smashing a huge hole in the inner passage of the city walls.

The stone projectile continued its trajectory, hitting the street and rolling into a house, where it burst into flames.

"It's on fire! Put it out quickly!"

"Fire! Quick, you guys go fetch water, put out the fire!"

“There’s a well over there. You five come with me to fetch water. The rest of you go find basins and buckets to put out the fire.”

The city was thrown into chaos instantly. The houses that were hit were wooden structures, and the entire street was made up of interconnected wooden houses. Once they caught fire, the thick smoke alone would be enough to kill the soldiers at the north gate, even without the Red Turban Army attacking the city.

He Yanqiang not only had strong leadership skills, but also excellent ability to lead troops. He sent a centurion to organize the people, and they immediately lined up in an orderly manner to fetch water to put out the fire.

Zheng Qian was no longer concerned about the fire in the city; judging from the situation, it was only a matter of time before the fire was extinguished and it wouldn't catch fire.

He was watching the catapult five hundred feet away; the third shot was about to be fired.