Wanyan Zonggan felt his bladder about to burst, as there was no latrine on the city gate tower. He simply found a spot and started to relieve himself.
His leg ailment made him immobile, requiring four maids to assist him even to urinate.
If Fang Er saw his physical condition, he would definitely be able to guess his ailment.
He was a perfect combination of gout, diabetes, kidney deficiency, and prostatitis, all in their terminal stages!
Living for more than six months would be considered lucky, and in actual history, he only had three months left to live.
Two maids supported him, another helped him unfasten his clothes, and the last one went to retrieve his 'bird'.
In this posture, he stood for a good three to five minutes, only managing to expel less than a hundred milliliters of turbid yellow liquid.
As soon as he returned to the city gate tower, a guard asked him for instructions: "Your, Your Highness, what about those Han people on the city wall?"
Wanyan Zonggan's face turned ashen: "Tell them to get lost! Even without these human shields, the Song army can't possibly break through Beiping City! I said it!"
After speaking, he slammed his fist onto the table, as if to express his determination or vent his anger.
However, with that punch, his face instantly contorted, veins bulging on his forehead. He feigned composure and frantically shook the fist that had struck the table behind his back.
The gout tophi had shattered!
The sensation was indescribably exhilarating!
In a corner of the city, many eyes were fixed on the city wall. When they saw the Jin soldiers driving the Han civilians off the wall, someone took out a cloth bundle from their embrace, lit it, and quickly left the spot.
Shortly after he left, the cloth bundle released a thick plume of smoke that drifted towards the sky.
"Success inside!"
Upon hearing the news, Hong Qiye reported it to Yue Fei immediately.
Everyone in the command tent filed out and stood at the front, looking towards the city wall.
Through the telescope, they saw that the Han civilians had disappeared. Yue Fei let out a loud roar.
"Attack the city!"
"Tutu tututu~~~"
The Gatling guns, silent for half a day, began to spin again, suppressing the Jin soldiers on the city wall to the point where they couldn't lift their heads.
Yue Yun, with two hundred Beiwai soldiers, waited patiently beside the truck. Once the city gate was torn to shreds by the Gatling guns, he gave an order to his men behind him.
"Follow me and charge in!"
With that, he took the lead and charged towards the city gate, followed closely by ten thousand Taibai soldiers.
The trucks stopped by the drawbridge. Li Shimin held the Gatling gun and fired continuously, while Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu each wielded an Aw.
Yue Yun and his men, being fewer in number, were more agile and had already reached the foot of the city.
However, the Taibai army behind them had not yet crossed the moat. Ten thousand men charging together, even with the drawbridge extended over the moat, could not move quickly.
"Boom!"
A giant stone fell, smashing into the Taibai army, causing chaos and continuous screams.
Li Shimin saw this and shouted to Xie Bi'an: "Get down and drive, into the city!"
"Yes!"
Xie Bi'an leaped down with the Dragon Carving, and soon the Caterpillar let out a deafening roar as it charged towards the city gate.
The Taibai army ahead heard the noise and quickly retreated to the sides, clearing the path.
Yue Yun and the Beiwai soldiers had already entered the city gate. Facing the spray of bullets from the Ak, no Jin soldier could stop them. However, as soon as they entered the barbican, they were forced back by archers on the surrounding city walls.
Seeing the trucks charging from behind, Yue Yun's face lit up with joy: "Retreat! Follow behind the armored vehicles!"
The two groups of Beiwai soldiers retreated from the gate passage and followed behind the trucks, re-entering the barbican.
With the trucks providing cover, even though the Jin soldiers could still shoot arrows at them from above, the pressure was significantly reduced.
Li Shimin controlled the Gatling gun, sweeping in a circle towards the Jin soldiers on the surrounding city walls.
On the city gate tower, Wanyan Zonggan watched everything in the barbican, gnashing his teeth in hatred.
He gripped a treasure bow, casually nocked an arrow onto the string, its tip pointing directly at Li Shimin. It was this scoundrel who had shattered the city gate in such a short time!
Otherwise, this situation would not have arisen!
After uttering a few curses, he suddenly released his fingers.
"Whoosh~"
The arrow whistled through the air towards Li Shimin. Fan Wujiu, who was guarding him, happened to see this and his face turned pale with fright. He lunged forward and threw himself onto Li Shimin.
"Clang~~"
The arrow missed its mark and hit the support of the Gatling gun.
Hearing the sound, Fan Wujiu rolled over, picked up his Aw.
Blood was draining profusely from the wound, and he felt his head swimming and his body growing cold.
He struggled to stay conscious, and with his good right hand, he pointed towards the barbican.
"Pass down the order, no matter the cost, the Song forces must be repelled!"
"Inform the supervisors at all gates, any coward will be executed without mercy!"
"Gak~~~"
After uttering these words, the renowned Liao king, Wanyan Zonggan, breathed his last!
The personal guards exchanged glances. They understood the meaning of their king's last words.
There were as many as two hundred thousand troops within the city. If Beiping could not be held even with such numbers, then Wuguocheng, as the rear of the Jin kingdom, would also be in grave danger!
This also meant that if this battle were lost, the Jin would have to retreat to Liaodong, to that old forest covered in ice and snow for half the year!
Therefore, two men were left to guard the body, while the others acted separately to convey this final order.
At the same time, to prevent the morale of the army from wavering, the news of Wanyan Zonggan's death was suppressed and reported to the emperor for his decision.
As the saying goes, it happened slowly, but all this transpired in the blink of an eye.
On the Caterpillar, Li Shimin looked at the arrow stuck in the Gatling gun's support. From that height, if Fan Wujiu hadn't tackled him, he would have met the same fate as Zhang Tian during the campaign against the Khitans!
Recalling that scene, Old Li became enraged and swiveled the Gatling gun's barrel towards the city gate entrance, unleashing a barrage of fire.
"Damn it!"
"No martial ethics!"
"You really think I'm only capable of this if you don't make me serious!"
"What kind of stray cat or dog dares to shoot my backside, you've gotten too cocky!"
With that, he pulled out a signal flare from his embrace and pointed it towards the sky.
"One whistling arrow, ten thousand troops arrive to meet!"
"Biu~~~~"
Soon, from behind the army outside the city, four helicopters took off and sped towards them.
Painted in large characters on their fuselages were the words:
Ten Thousand Troops.
Yes, quite imposing.