"My Beloved Teacher's Wife (Walking with Love)" - Chapter 117: Fighting to the Death

Facing the Ming army, Wang Sen, the Grand Marshal of the Anbei Expedition, frowned slightly. Judging from the reports sent back by deserters, this time the Ming Emperor was personally leading the expedition, and his martial prowess was exceptional. Reinforcements from the Ming Dynasty were steadily arriving in this direction.
If the Ming Dynasty were to launch a full-scale attack on Annam, Annam would be fighting a losing battle. There was absolutely no chance of victory in this war. The only thing we could do was to buy as much time as possible so that Hu Han Cang could escape back to Annam and rebuild the kingdom.
At this time, the letters from the gatekeeper requesting reinforcements became increasingly urgent. Wang Sen gritted his teeth and sent the city's reserve forces to the north gate. No matter what, he had to hold off the fierce generals and soldiers at the north gate first.
After a day of bloody fighting, despite the Ming Dynasty's all-out efforts, the 150,000 Annamese troops inside Qinzhou City withstood the attack. The Annamese army suffered over 50,000 casualties, while the Ming army also suffered over 20,000 casualties. Such large-scale casualties were unprecedented in the history of the two sides' battles.
Ling Feng watched the battle unfold, his heart pounding with tension. Many times, he longed to join the fray, but he restrained himself. After all, battlefield matters couldn't always be resolved by him alone. The Ming Dynasty needed an invincible army, not an omnipotent emperor. If he wanted to be a carefree and pleasure-seeking emperor, he needed a group of capable civil and military officials under his command, who could still support the Ming Dynasty while he indulged in his pleasures. This was what Ling Feng desired, and this was why he refrained from intervening. Zhang Fu needed to grow, to become a pillar of the Ming Dynasty.
Late at night, Ling Feng stood outside the city, gazing at the city of Qinzhou, his face solemn and deep in thought.
The moat outside the city has been completely filled in. Even if we send our cavalry all the way to the city walls, it won't matter.
It was already past midnight, and the Annamese soldiers guarding the city walls were probably fast asleep. They had had a truly grueling day. Just before midnight, the troops had returned to their camp and were getting a good night's sleep when they suddenly heard a cacophony of shouts outside the city. Startled, the Annamese soldiers, who had been idle all day, rushed back to the city walls, preparing to face a full-blown attack from the Ming army. But all they got was bark and no bite; they just kept shouting and preventing the soldiers from sleeping. This went on for most of the hour before they finally withdrew, leaving the Annamese soldiers filled with resentment and dejected as they went down to rest.
While the defending troops did not sleep well, Zhang Fu's 100,000 soldiers outside the city had rested up and were hiding in their camps, ready to attack the city at any time.
The Ming soldiers outside Qinzhou were shouting fiercely, but most of them were soundly asleep in their distant camps. They ate after waking up, and slept again after eating; even a vacation had never been so comfortable.
The soldiers waving flags and shouting below the city walls also took turns every hour to go back to eat and sleep. They spent most of the day sleeping, and when they couldn't sleep at night, they would move from the camp furthest away to the camp closer to the city walls to prepare for a night raid.
The Annamese soldiers on the city wall, though not daring to be negligent, were unable to see the enemy camp's movements in the long, dark night. Moreover, having just been frightened, they had become numb to the "wolf is coming" cries, and although they were still keeping an eye on the outside, they were not paying much attention.
An Annamese soldier, weary from his patrol on the city wall, leaned against it to rest. Suddenly, he heard a muffled groan behind him, seemingly from his fellow patrolman. Startled, he turned around and was horrified to see a murderous face right in front of him, grinning maliciously.
The Annamese soldier was terrified. He opened his mouth to scream in agony, but suddenly a fierce wind swept over his head, and a giant hammer formed of spiritual energy slammed down on his head, smashing his skull into countless pieces!
Meanwhile, from the tents where the city's defenders were resting, soft sounds emanated. Fierce weapons struck the throats of sleeping soldiers, silencing their screams. The night remained silent, save for the soft hissing sound of a blade slicing through a neck, echoing gently in the darkness.
This was Zhang Fu's tactical adjustment after failing to capture the city on the first day. He used a small number of soldiers to pretend to attack the city every hour, harassing the Annamese garrison in Qinzhou. With the harassment, the Annamese garrison was naturally unable to sleep, while the Ming army took the opportunity to rest and recuperate. After a day and a night, Zhang Fu sent out 3,000 men to form the Flying Tiger Team to scale the city walls and launch a night attack.
The Annamese soldiers, fast asleep and still not awake, were killed without a sound, becoming fools in the process.
Meanwhile, the Ming soldiers outside the city waited anxiously in the distance. It wasn't until Commander Zhang gave a hand signal that the various troops quietly led their elite soldiers, their feet and horses' hooves bound with hemp and cotton, and silently approached the city gate. Even then, they didn't see any soldiers on the city wall utter a single warning shout.
The terrified soldiers looked up warily at the city wall, where it remained pitch black. The guards seemed to be fast asleep, completely unaware of the approaching force under the cover of night.
A creaking sound slowly rose as the Ming Flying Tigers, who had scaled the city wall, slowly lowered the drawbridge.
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty stepped onto the drawbridge and quietly made their way into the undefended city of Qinzhou.
One hundred thousand troops entered from the east, west, south, and north gates, advancing towards the enemy's residences in the distance. The city walls were littered with the corpses of dead soldiers. Some soldiers wore blank expressions, while others wore expressions of utter terror, as if they had witnessed something horrific.
Su Hu took the lead, riding at the very front of the army. He led all the cavalry, a total of three thousand iron cavalry, pointed his spear forward, and said in a deep voice: "All cavalrymen, listen up! Follow me and charge forward! Kill Wang Sen, and everyone will be rewarded!"
The cavalrymen, having slept well all day, were full of energy and focused intently as they quietly sprang up and rode toward the city center.
On the street, a patrol of soldiers marched past, rifles at the ready, and came face to face with the army. The bandit general guarding the area saw the approaching mass of dark figures. Although he couldn't make out the style of their armor in the darkness, he sensed something was wrong and shouted, "Who are you? Which general's men are you?"
Su Hu smiled coldly, drew his bow and arrow on horseback, and with a whoosh, released the arrow. The leading bandit general only saw a flash of cold light rushing towards him, and before he could even shout, he heard a "thud" as the arrow pierced his throat, reaching the back of his neck. The heavy impact knocked him off his horse, and he fell to the ground dead.
The Annamese soldiers behind them hadn't seen anything before they saw the general fall headfirst from his horse and die. They were terrified and rushed forward to try to save him.
The thunderous roar of hooves surged forth. From the darkness, a white-robed general, wielding a gleaming silver spear, his eyes filled with murderous intent, galloped forward like lightning. With a fierce thrust, he sent the nearest patrolman flying into the air, then flung his body several feet away. Blood gushed from the man's chest, splattering onto his companions behind him.
The Annamese patrolmen all cried out in alarm. The cries of "Enemy attack!" echoed through the streets.
As soon as the shouts arose, a large number of cavalrymen, like demons of the night, charged in, their steel blades gleaming coldly. They viciously slashed at the heads and faces of the Annamese patrolmen, and screams of agony filled the air. In the blink of an eye, the entire patrolmen were slaughtered, their corpses lying strewn across the street.
Now that he had revealed his whereabouts, Su Hu no longer concealed himself. Wielding the blood-stained spear that had just killed several enemy soldiers, he roared, "Follow me! Kill all the bandits!"
Fueled by the bloodshed, the cavalrymen roared in unison, whipping their horses mercilessly as they galloped down the long street.
Awakened by the screams and sounds of fighting, the bandits rushed over and blocked the road. Although their armor was disheveled, they still had swords and spears in hand and a formidable aura.
Su Hu, however, disregarded everything, spurring his horse forward and charging wildly, thrusting his spear at unpredictable angles, breaking through enemy defenses and striking vital points. None of the enemy soldiers and generals who stood in his way could withstand his unpredictable spear thrusts; they all screamed and fell, trampled into a bloody pulp by the large cavalry force charging behind them.
One hundred thousand soldiers simultaneously brandished their swords, the entire army resembling an unstoppable torrent of steel, rampaging through the streets. Any enemy who dared to stand before them was instantly slaughtered by their fierce attacks of spears and steel blades, becoming a stepping stone on their path to victory.
In his room, Annamite commander Wang Sen never slept soundly. Although he had several beautiful women he had abducted from wealthy local families in his bed, he was always somewhat apprehensive, frequently opening his eyes to look at the dark night outside and listening intently for any sounds of fighting.
Finally, outside the dark house, the sounds of shouting and screaming, the clanging of weapons, and the thunderous hoofbeats of galloping warhorses mingled together, pouring into Wang Sen's ears.
Wang Sen suddenly woke up, raised his head in a panic, listened carefully for a while, and confirmed that it was not his own paranoia. He hurriedly put on his clothes and got out of bed, ignoring the several women on the bed who were crying and huddled together in fear. He only cared about getting up, grabbing his knife, and running outside without even bothering to put on his armor.
As soon as he stepped out of the bedroom, he felt a bone-chilling gust of wind rushing towards the back of his head. Wang Sen knew he was in trouble and hurriedly ducked to avoid it. He felt the chilling air sweep over his head, and several strands of his hair were already shaved off.
Wang Sen suddenly lunged forward, turned around and swiftly drew his sword. His face was fierce as he glared back, ready to fight this thief who dared to ambush him!
Upon closer inspection, a slight look of surprise crossed his eyes. The man was hiding in the darkness, only a faint shadow. By the dim light from outside, he could barely make out that his armor was tattered and blood was flowing from his wounds, making him look like a wounded soldier.
Although Wang Sen was surprised that this man was still alive despite suffering so many injuries, and even had the strength to launch a sneak attack, he remained fearless and brandished his sword, roaring, "You damned dog! I, the Marshal, started out by ambushing people with clubs, and you dare to ambush me now! Come here, let me chop off your head with one stroke and show you my power!"
The dark figure sneered, strode over, and stretched out its neck as if to be chopped off.
Wang Sen was taken aback. He hadn't expected there to be such an obedient enemy in the world. But seeing his posture, it suited his tastes perfectly. Without thinking too much, he swung his sword and slashed. The precious sword, carrying a cold wind, swept across the neck of the dark figure. He was indeed a famous fast swordsman in the Annam army, beheading cleanly and decisively without any hesitation.
"Crack..."
The knife slashed fiercely at his neck, as ruthless and swift as a regular decapitation, even more so.
The one who got slashed wasn't the shadowy figure, but Wang Sen. The shadowy figure was faster, more ruthless, and more accurate than Wang Sen.
Wang Sen's enormous head shot into the sky with a spurt of blood, his face still bearing the look of surprise, fear, and disbelief.
Behind his corpse, the dark figure disdainfully kicked Wang Sen's head away, saying, "Idiot, how dare you defy my Great Ming Dynasty?"
With Wang Sen's death, the outcome of the battle has become a foregone conclusion.
All that is needed is for the dawn to break, for that will bring unprecedented glory to the Ming Dynasty's southern expeditionary force.

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