Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

Chapter 159 Fierce battle!

It was soon noon.

Zhao Yuan stood on the city wall and looked down. He saw a large number of Japanese pirates swarming up the city wall like ants.

In front of the city gate, the short Japanese pirates were holding battering rams and banging the city wall, making a loud noise.

At this time, the defenders on the city also took deliberate aim.

The rolling stones and logs thrown down from the city walls could plow a field of blood among the crowd.

The Japanese pirates who attacked the city were fearless and bravely took the lead.

On the hillside outside the city, an endless stream of Japanese pirates came one after another, with their fangs bared and their claws bared, rushing straight to the city like moths to a flame.

Zhao Yuan was secretly shocked.

He had been in the Japanese island for more than a month and had fought four battles, big and small, but this was the first time he had seen such brave Japanese pirates.

For a moment, the blood in his body was burning.

He was full of fighting spirit.

He stepped forward fiercely, slashed a Japanese pirate who had climbed up to the top of the city wall with his sword, and then suddenly shouted: "Brothers, General Li is on his way back, kill these damn Japanese pirates!"

"Fuck him!"

"Fuck him!"

The emotions of the defenders on the city were also completely aroused, and they started roaring.

At this point in the battle, tactics are no longer important. It's just a matter of recklessness. You chop me with a knife, and I climb up the wall and stab you with a gun. Let's see who can survive to the end.

The hand-to-hand combat in the cold weapon era was extremely brutal.

In addition, Zhao Yuan was the one defending the city, so even though his number was smaller, he still fought back and forth with the Japanese pirates.

On the hillside outside the city, Yoshikawa Motoharu put his hands on his eyebrows and looked into the distance.

At this moment, the world in his eyes was only red and white.

The white ones are the leisurely white clouds in the sky, and the red ones are the dazzling red bloodstains on the ground and the city walls.

A northwest wind blew by, bringing with it a chill and a strong smell of blood.

This group of Ming troops was more resilient than he had imagined.

This must be the main force of the Ming army.

It seems that there will be a fierce battle next!

"Headmaster, we can't continue to attack like this, let's withdraw our troops." Just as Yoshikawa Motoharu was thinking, a retainer beside him cried, "Headmaster, the samurai of the Mori and Yoshikawa families are almost bleeding dry!"

"Yes, family chief, look, the Ming army's three-headed gun can knock us down in one blow." Another family general also echoed.

Yoshikawa Motoharu was also a fierce general in the army, and his temperament was even more eccentric and violent.

When he heard his subordinates were about to retreat, he turned around, slapped him hard, and shouted, "Baka, the warriors of the Yoshikawa and Mori families, don't you even have this little courage now?"

"We have so many more people than the defenders in the city. We can wear them down with just our manpower!"

"But, patriarch, this city is not worth our efforts at all." The man covered his cheek and answered aggrievedly.

Even if they captured this city, they would kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of their own. The Ming Dynasty was vast and rich in resources, with a large population, so even if all these Ming troops were defeated here.

The Ming Dynasty couldn't even get hurt.

They are different. If they lose too many soldiers and horses, not to mention their reputation outside, even their retainers will have other thoughts.

Yoshikawa Motoharu looked stubborn and waved his hand to refuse, "You don't have to say anything more. If there is any trouble, I will bear the responsibility. You just need to obey my orders now."

"Housekeeper."

"Shut up!"

The battle was still going on. At this time, the ditch below the city was filled with corpses, and bright red blood was overflowing from the soil.

The originally yellow soil has now become soft and red.

The Japanese pirates behind them raised their weapons, trampled on the corpses, and ran forward with roars. They knew that if they wanted to survive, they had to run faster and climb the city wall first. If they were timid, not to mention the rolling stones and rain of arrows on the city wall, even the supervisors behind them could take their lives.

I saw a Japanese pirate wearing armor, who was slightly tall and strong, holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other, running straight towards the ladder.

As soon as he reached the ladder, he held the steel knife in his mouth.

Then, using his hands and feet, he quickly crawled upwards like a spider.

In the blink of an eye, his figure flashed up a dozen wooden ladders.

The defenders on the city wall watched and hurriedly looked for boulders to throw at them, but unfortunately all the boulders around were used up. At this moment, the strong man saw the opportunity and suddenly increased his speed. In a few breaths, he had already flashed to half a meter below the top of the city wall.

The defenders on both sides raised their spears to stab, but the Japanese pirates raised their wooden shields high and protected their bodies underneath.

"Ding dong."

There was a dull sound, and the two spears were blocked by the wooden shields.

The Japanese pirate's body stagnated, and a huge force came from his shoulder blade. But under the threat of life and death, he instantly burst out with all his strength.

He suddenly raised the huge shield upwards and the spear flew into the air.

The two defenders lost their balance and slipped, falling backwards.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Japanese pirate smiled ferociously, grabbed the ladder and quickly jumped up more than ten steps like a monkey.

Climb to the top of the city wall.

He took the long knife out of his mouth and swept it violently to the left and right.

Two Ming soldiers fell down immediately.

Now, the Japanese pirate became even more proud. He looked at the Ming army on the city with bloodshot eyes.

It's like a wolf who feels he has strayed into a flock of sheep.

Unfortunately, he accidentally walked into a group of tigers.

Before he could feel happy for a moment, a long spear thrust forward, firmly nailed into his chest, and passed through his chest. His expression froze immediately, and he looked at his chest with difficulty.

A wooden pole was embedded in the flesh, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He grabbed the spear and tried desperately to get him out. Two more Ming soldiers stepped forward, raised their spears and thrust them forward, stabbing the pirate hard in the chest.

The three of them shouted in unison and pushed upwards with all their strength!
The Japanese pirate's body suddenly flew into the air, and then fell violently off the city wall.

“What a pity!”

On the slope not far away, Yoshikawa Motoharu, who had just held his breath, had a look of regret on his face.

It was just a little bit more. If he could hold on a little longer, this offensive and defensive battle would be much easier.

"Head of the family, let's withdraw our troops first." Another retainer advised.

"Damn it, now's a great opportunity to break into the city. If anyone dares to talk about withdrawing again, I will never forgive him!" Yoshikawa Motoharu roared angrily, then personally came to the front line and took command.

Unfortunately, the morale of his troops had been lost.

Even for an iron army, morale will collapse when the number of casualties exceeds 30%.

Looking at the vicious Ming army on the top of the city and the corpses on the ground below the city, the Japanese pirates attacking the city could no longer remain calm.

Someone shouted, "Retreat, retreat."

Thousands of people under the city ran back together.

He kept shouting "Run!"

The fear of death quickly spread among the queue.

"Baga. Baga, go back, you all go back, you bunch of cowards, you bunch of cowards!!" Yoshikawa Motoharu was furious and drove his troops back frantically with a long sword in his hand.

However, his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of fear.

(End of this chapter)