Chapter 220: Chapter 220
Behind Shu’er, a Dazi attacker climbed the city wall, sneaking up behind Shu’er and raising the large knife in his hand.
Pei Shu’er was intently adjusting the catapult in her hands.
When she saw the flash of the blade before her, Pei Shu’er quickly turned her head, realizing the Dazi’s blade was already perilously close.
She pulled out her waterskin and took a sip of Spiritual Spring Water.
Everything seemed in slow motion; just as she swallowed, the blade brushed past her nose.
She hurriedly reached out to push the Dazi...
Tang Zan’s heart raced, almost coming to a halt.
He snatched a bow and arrow from a nearby archer, fully drew the bow, and shot at the Dazi’s head.
With a squelch, the Dazi’s head was pierced through by an arrow.
Blood splattered on Pei Shu’er’s pink attire, and a few drops landed on her cheeks.
Only then did Pei Shu’er, somewhat exhausted, glance in Tang Zan’s direction.
She saw Tang Zan also looking at her, with a deeper darkness in his eyes than usual. Pei Shu’er gave Tang Zan a grateful smile and then gestured to the soldiers, adjusting the position of the catapult.
She then began firing together with the other fourteen catapults.
The Dazi Commander frowned, once again lifting the curtain of the soft sedan. Content originally comes from novｅlfire.net
"Think Tank, they’ve brought in fourteen more catapults, and the first one has been repaired. We only have fifteen catapults left. The situation is very unfavorable for us."
There was another bout of coughing inside, and a pale hand parted the sedan curtain.
Another hand rested on the sedan door, and the Dazi Commander quickly reached out to support him.
The man stepped out, wearing a blue robe, looking very much like a scholar, with a hand warmer in hand.
He covered his mouth with a white handkerchief, coughing occasionally.
His face was like a jade, features handsome, but unfortunately, there was always a trace of sickness about his face.
He gazed up at the city wall and spotted the woman in the pink attire.
Unlike when he first saw her, now her hair was not in a bun; it was tied behind her ears, clean and sharp.
A touch of bravery adorned her gentle, delicate features.
She clearly saw him too, her red lips lightly parting, undoubtedly saying "Tao Mingxuan, long time no see."
Tao Mingxuan chuckled lowly, triggering a cough, saying, "I didn’t expect it, it’s her again."
Previously, their mountain stronghold also lost to this woman.
And now, even in the Tazi Camp, he once again faced this woman.
He said, "Archers, aim at the soldiers beside the catapults, and also target Pei Shu’er in the pink attire."
When he mentioned Pei Shu’er’s name, he emphasized it, as if trying to chew the name apart.
This time, he certainly wouldn’t let Pei Shu’er escape.
Pei Shu’er noticed that those people had changed their strategy.
Unable to deal with the catapult, then deal with the people operating it.
Rain-like arrows shot towards them, and their arrangements for the archers were very reasonable. One wave shot and retreated to reload, and the next moved forward to shoot.
So, there was an unending stream of arrows.
The sky was filled with a rain of arrows, like a storm of ten thousand arrows.
Pei Shu’er felt a bit of a headache.
No one to operate the catapult, so how could it work?
Pei Shu’er gritted her teeth: "Everyone, retreat to the fort, grab shields."
But during the retreat, there were still those who were hit by arrows.
Noticing everyone had left, Tao Mingxuan raised his hand, and the Dazi Commander quickly said, "Cease fire!"
At this moment, Pei Shu’er was pondering how to resolve the current predicament.
These soldiers were not wearing armor, the Gulan Military Camp was poor, and only soldiers in key positions could wear armor; ordinary soldiers could only wear bamboo armor.
Pei Shu’er pointed to those wearing armor but unfamiliar with operating the catapult and had them remove their armor and switch to bamboo armor.
They wanted to resist a bit, but seeing Pei Shu’er’s serious expression, they dared not speak further.
Everyone, shield in hand, rushed towards the catapults.
Some soldiers were scared, thinking Pei Shu’er wasn’t a General, and sending them to their deaths.
Pei Shu’er lashed out with a whip, her expression cold and imposing.
"General Zhao appointed me commander of you hundred soldiers. If you think it’s wrong, then go ask General Zhao; do you plan to disobey orders and desert?"
What she despised most were those dragging others down at critical moments.
The two new catapults at the city gate were also close to breaking down; if they were destroyed, the Dazi would break through sooner or later.
This catapult was only suitable for long-range attack; in close combat, it was like a clumsy giant.
If not now, when should they use the catapult?
No one dared disobey and went out.
In fact, the best solution against a barrage of arrows is for our side to also fire arrows, preventing the enemy from forming an arrow formation and pressuring them.
But now, she could only dispatch these hundred people.
Luckily, the shields and armor held up, and with some holding shields and others pulling hooks, three of the enemy’s catapults were destroyed.
Only a few of our soldiers were hit by arrows.
Tao Mingxuan looked grim: "Continue firing."
Pei Shu’er wasn’t afraid of Tao Mingxuan; her catapults were clearly more durable and powerful than the Dazi’s.
Moreover, Pei Shu’er divided her forces, with five catapults targeting the Dazi’s archers, and the remaining eight targeting their catapults.
This strategic and brave approach, with minimal losses, inspired the soldiers hiding in the turrets.
Tang Zan angrily shouted, "Those hiding in the turret, come down the wall and fight."
The soldiers were now less afraid of the Dazi, following Tang Zan’s orders to descend the wall.
Under the catapults and Tang Zan’s command, the Dazi were nothing but flesh and blood.
Over ten enemy catapults were destroyed, while some parts of our catapults were damaged beyond repair.
The new catapults continued to operate, courageously hurling stones into the enemy’s ranks without enemy catapults drawing fire, the new catapults sent the Dazi scattering.
The Dazi had never suffered such a setback, their bloodlust driving them mad.
Pei Shu’er also ordered the hundred soldiers to gather the arrows on the city wall and return them all with bows.
Shooting from the embattlements was safer than using the catapults earlier.
The archery skills of these people didn’t need to be precise because there were so many Dazi below; shooting a few more arrows would inevitably hit.
And Pei Shu’er took up a bow and arrow, shooting towards Tao Mingxuan.
Her eyes were cold and dark, having no goodwill for Tao Mingxuan.
If this man wanted her dead, she wouldn’t be magnanimous enough to spare his life.
Pei Shu’er fully drew the bow.
With a swish, the arrow shot out.