Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Wu Sangui rode a magnificent horse from the Western Regions, positioned in the center of the army. Gazing at the majestic and fortified city of Yangzhou in the distance, which was clearly different from ordinary prefectures, a look of solemnity and greed flashed in his eyes.

He waved.

Immediately, dozens of riders rushed out from the front of the formation and began shouting and cursing at the city wall with all sorts of foul language.

They cursed Wei Xiaobao as a traitorous slave, a rebel against the court, and a coward, provoking him to leave the city for a decisive battle.

On the city wall, the projected image of Wei Xiaobao, clad in light black armor, stood with his hand on his sword, coldly watching the provocations and insults below, a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

A provocation tactic? Naive.

Why would he abandon his most advantageous fortified city to fight an enemy force several times larger and with many elite troops on the plains?

He didn't respond, but simply said to Zhou Yu beside him:

Orders were issued that the entire army must remain on high alert and not launch any attacks without authorization.

The archers and musketeers took their positions.

Bring all our heavy artillery up and aim it at the densest part of the enemy forces.

As soon as the order was given, a flurry of activity broke out on the city walls.

Dozens of "Sky-Shattering Cannons," their gleaming, dark muzzles radiating an aura of death, were pushed into their designated positions by the soldiers, their angles adjusted, and gunpowder and solid iron or grapeshot loaded.

Seeing that his verbal attacks were ineffective and the city walls remained as solid as Mount Tai, Wu Sangui outside the city knew that it was impossible to take Yangzhou easily, and his face darkened.

He drew his sword, pointed it forward, and shouted sternly:

You ungrateful lads! Yangzhou is the richest city in the land. After we take it, we'll keep our swords at bay for three days.

At the cost of everything, attack the city. Kill!

"Waaaaah."

"Waaaaah."

The desolate yet stirring bugle call to attack once again resounded across the plains.

A deafening roar of battle cries erupted from the Allied Forces of the Three Feudatories.

Tens of thousands of infantrymen, carrying makeshift ladders and pushing heavy battering rams, surged toward the walls of Yangzhou like a black tide bursting its banks.

The sounds of hooves, footsteps, clashing armor, and roars merged into a terrifying, violent sonic wave.

This offensive was simple, direct, and fierce, demonstrating Wu Sangui's skill in warfare and his willingness to fight at a loss.

Seeing this, the commander of the defending troops on the city wall took a deep breath, waved his command flag, and roared in the same stern voice:

The city lord has ordered that Yangzhou be defended.

Archers, fire your arrows.

Roll logs and boulders, get ready.

The molten gold and flaming oil are ignited.

"Release the arrows."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh."

In an instant, arrows rained down from the walls of Yangzhou like locusts, blotting out the sun and cascading down upon the city below.

The Allied soldiers at the front screamed in agony and fell like stalks of wheat being cut down.

But this did not stop the frenzied offensive. The allied forces continued their charge, stepping over the corpses of their comrades, and the siege ladders were quickly erected on the city walls.

"Booming cannons, target the enemy's rear ranks where archers and cavalry are assembled, three rapid fire rounds, fire!"

The artillery commander roared the order.

"boom."

"boom."

"Boom!"

The deafening roar of artillery suddenly erupted, drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

Flashes of fire, billowing smoke, and heavy solid iron projectiles whistled through the air, slamming into the relatively dense ranks of the Allied forces behind the lines.

Wherever it went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and people and horses fell over.

Shotgun shells exploded in mid-air, sweeping across the area like the scythe of death.

"ah."

My legs.

"Help."

The screams from below the city walls grew even more piercing and incessant, as countless allied soldiers...

Under the overwhelming firepower and tight defensive coordination of the time, blood stained the earth and corpses littered the fields.

The sturdy city walls of Yangzhou seemed to be an insurmountable line of death.

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao stared expressionlessly at the bloody battle below the city, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

From this moment on, Yangzhou City was officially and completely swept into the raging waves of this chaotic world.

But he was not fighting for the crumbling Qing Dynasty, nor even merely to defend the city beneath his feet.

He was fighting for his grand blueprint of "forging a holy dynasty."

He fought to gather the first solid fortune and foundation that belonged to him in this chaotic world.

This was the first and crucial bloody battle fought on the path to conquering the world and establishing an unparalleled dynasty.

In the grand game of chess, once a move is made, there's no going back.

The battle for Yangzhou had begun amidst blood and fire. Yangzhou, a pearl of Jiangnan that had enjoyed more than two years of peace, prosperity, and order under Wei Xiaobao's rule, had long been spared the ravages of war.

The streets were clean and tidy, lined with shops, and the faces of the people were mostly filled with satisfaction and peace. Children played and the elderly chatted, creating a scene of tranquility in a prosperous era.

The projection of Wei Xiaobao, the city lord, though domineering and ambitious,

However, within Yangzhou, he truly achieved the principle of "governing the people with leniency, acquiring wealth through ethical means, and employing military force according to law."

This allowed the vast majority of people to live and work in peace and contentment, enjoying a far more comfortable life than in the surrounding war-torn regions.

Therefore, Wei Xiaobao enjoyed extremely high prestige among the people, who regarded him as a "wise ruler" who could bring stability and prosperity.

However, this hard-won good life is now threatened by the 300,000-strong, menacing Allied Army outside the city.

These ferocious enemies not only wanted to conquer cities and seize territory,

They also wanted to disrupt the existing order in Yangzhou, plunder its wealth, enslave its people, and turn this prosperous city into scorched earth and hell.

This applies to the city's defenders, who are always ready for battle, receive generous rations, undergo rigorous training, and are utterly loyal to Wei Xiaobao.

Ordinary people, artisans, and merchants in the city could see it clearly and could not tolerate it.

The war broke out amidst this tragic atmosphere of shared hatred of the enemy and determination to defend the homeland.

For a time, the sounds of battle shook the heavens outside Yangzhou, thick smoke billowed, and flames rose intermittently.

On the city walls, even more brutal close-quarters combat and long-range exchanges took place.

Arrows rained down like a storm, weaving a deadly net around the city walls;

The rolling logs and boulders crashed down with a dull thud, smashing the enemy soldiers climbing the ladders to pieces, along with the ladders themselves.

The scalding hot molten gold poured down, and anyone who touched it would have their skin torn open and their screams echoing.

Even more impressive was the incredibly powerful "Sky-Shattering Cannon," which would occasionally unleash a deafening roar, slamming solid iron balls or grapeshot into densely packed enemy positions, creating bloody, mangled blank spaces.

Surprisingly, facing the Allied Forces of the Three Feudatories, whose forces outnumbered their own and whose offensive was relentless,

The defending troops on the walls of Yangzhou were surprisingly calm and orderly, showing no signs of panic or cowardice despite being outnumbered.

Officers at all levels gave clear commands, and soldiers obeyed them, taking turns in action.

The skillful and efficient use of crossbows, firearms, and defensive siege weapons demonstrated an extremely high level of training and discipline.

What's even more touching is that, in addition to the regular soldiers defending the city,

Countless Yangzhou residents, regardless of age or gender, spontaneously climbed the city walls to participate in this life-or-death battle.

They may not have sophisticated armor and weapons.

Some were responsible for carrying arrows, rolling stones, and molten gold.

Some bandaged the wounded, while others delivered water and food to the soldiers.

Their faces no longer held their usual gentleness, but instead displayed a ferocity and savagery as they faced invaders and defended their homeland.

The entire city of Yangzhou resembled a war behemoth that had been thoroughly enraged. The military and civilians were united, and the people, from top to bottom, were of one mind, unleashing an astonishing will and strength to resist.