Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 761 The Arrogant Man
The sounds were not of clashing weapons, but mostly of heavy objects breaking upon impact, and the commands of soldiers.

As we approached the designated preparedness zone, the strong smell of kerosene assaulted our nostrils.

Meng Changqing pulled his scarf up a bit, dismounted, and was about to walk forward when he heard a small group of people running from afar, shouting, "Who's coming!"

“The magistrate of Beishan County,” Meng Changqing replied.

The small group of men recognized Meng Changqing's voice and slowed down. "So it's Lord Meng. There's a battle going on ahead, it's very dangerous."

"Who's here?" Zhang Yuan, dressed in full armor and carrying a sword, strode over from the other side.

"It is Lord Meng."

Zhang Yuan ran quickly to Meng Changqing. "I guessed it was probably you." Zhang Yuan was out of breath and began to report the current situation to Meng Changqing. "Our people have come down from the wall. The Hongjia Battalion that came to support us has also retreated. Currently, the Weishan Battalion has taken full control of the city wall."

"How is the battle going?" Meng Changqing asked.

"The enemy has added a lot of siege equipment, but thankfully we have enough oil and sewage..." Before Zhang Yuan could finish speaking, a large rock fell from the sky and crashed into the city wall several miles away.

Meng Changqing's heart tightened. The city wall could be repaired if it was damaged, but the soldiers under the stones could not possibly survive.

Zhang Yuan also witnessed the scene and gritted his teeth in hatred, "Damn scoundrels! They've launched the catapults!"

"Is this the main point of attack for the Yan bandits?" Meng Changqing asked.

"Sir, why don't you go up to the watchtower and take a look for yourself?" Zhang Yuan led Meng Changqing to the nearest watchtower.

This watchtower was built inside the city wall and was eight zhang high. It was not easy to climb up without physical strength.

As soon as I stepped onto the stage, a cold wind suddenly hit me. This wind was different from the ones I had before; it not only carried the smell of soil, but also the smell of kerosene and blood.

The soldiers on the platform who were responsible for observing the situation moved aside slightly.

Before I could get a full look at the other person, my attention was drawn back to the stone they had thrown.

Meng Changqing heard the general on the wall shouting for cover, but not everyone could react in such a short time.

She clenched her fists, trying to ignore the damage to her own side, and clearly saw the enemy's strategy.

"Why weren't grenades used?" Meng Changqing wondered, and asked the soldiers on the watchtower, "Were grenades used?"

"No."

Zhang Yuan added, "Sir, there are too many torches on the wall; it's dangerous."

Meng Changqing thought to himself, "This won't do. The enemy's catapults have only just started attacking, and my city wall has already been smashed to this state. In addition, the Yan bandits outside the wall are constantly attacking with siege ladders. Sooner or later, they will find a loophole and climb over the city wall."

"Ignoring the danger, we must blow up their catapults." Meng Changqing said this and started climbing down.

She descended very quickly, and Zhang Yuan couldn't keep up with her speed. By the time he reached the ground, Meng Changqing was nowhere to be seen.

"My lord! Lord Meng!" Zhang Yuan shouted at the top of his lungs.

With no one answering, Zhang Yuan could only ask those nearby, "Have you seen Lord Meng?"

"I didn't look carefully."

Meng Changqing was already on the steps of the city wall. As she walked, she took off her outer cloak, revealing her official robes underneath.

As she climbed up, she saw wounded soldiers being carried down the city wall. Seeing their injuries, Meng Changqing felt a pang of pity and quickened her pace as she climbed the wall.

"Who gives the order here?" Meng Changqing asked loudly once he reached the city wall.

"Who's asking?" The garrison commander in charge of this section was the same man who had come to Beishan County to deliver weapons on behalf of Song Qingfeng that day. Upon seeing Meng Changqing, he immediately said, "Why are you up on the wall? Falling rocks have no eyes, please get down!"

The garrison commander had never seen a civil official stand on the city wall during a battle before, but then he thought that this man was the descendant of a military general, and was young and naive, so he would naturally not be thorough in his actions.

"Don't worry about me," Meng Changqing asked loudly, "Has the grenade been delivered yet?"

"The artillery corps is guarding the hut."

“Take it out and use it!” Meng Changqing said.

"There are burning oil and torches everywhere, it's too dangerous," the commander said. "One wrong move and you'll blow yourself up..."

Before the garrison commander could finish speaking, Meng Changqing suddenly sprang up, grabbed him by the collar, and quickly pulled him to the side.

By the time he realized what was happening, the spot where he had been standing had been smashed into a deep crater by a rock, and flying brick fragments had cut his forehead.

Ignoring the minor head injury, the commander could only marvel at how he had been spared.

“They’ll die anyway if we don’t use them. The stones will either hit the hut or explode on our city walls,” Meng Changqing said. “We must take them out and destroy their catapults.”

"Yes!" Nothing is more important than a life-saving grace. Without uttering a single unnecessary word, the garrison commander immediately ordered his men into the small hut to move the grenades.

"Sir, please go down first." The garrison commander meant well.

Meng Changqing said, "If I die here today, then it is my fate, but I do not believe that is my fate."