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Chapter 116 The Fall
[Three gifts, one master key]
"Huh?" Upon seeing the words, Jiang Yueming frowned and exclaimed in surprise.
The first two rewards were so amazing, so why is the third reward so lackluster?
A master key? What's the use of that?
Is he going to become a thief?
Jiang Yueming stared at a bronze key in his palm, his face showing utter speechlessness.
"Never mind, there's always a way out."
He put the key away, turned around and shouted a few times to the remaining defenders below the city, expressing his thoughts.
The garrison troops were just as obedient as in the simulation, and they were also very efficient and clean in their work.
A minute later, a row of guards stood on the city wall, holding spears and keeping their eyes fixed on the boy's back. However, the fear in their eyes did not dissipate.
Although Jiang Yueming was indeed standing at the very front, the fear of artillery shells still lingered on the faces of the soldiers behind him, and some of them were still trembling.
They had just witnessed their comrade being instantly blown into a bloody mess by the power of the shell, his limbs and body completely shattered in a horrific scene.
Now that they are standing in a dense huddle, if a shell were to suddenly come at them, they wouldn't be able to run away even if they wanted to!
When these soldiers had this thought, the spears they had been gripping tightly involuntarily trembled, and their heels took a step back, ready to run away at any moment.
Jiang Yueming was completely unaware of any of this; his eyes were fixed on the thinning smoke ahead, and he gripped his spear tighter.
Because he knew that he only had one chance, and once he failed, he would never have another.
The British army isn't stupid; they won't fall in the same spot twice, and the simulation results aren't always entirely accurate.
The simulation wasn't entirely accurate, but he couldn't afford to gamble. This strike had to hit the British commander in the throat and kill him instantly.
"Soldiers, load up and prepare for artillery fire!"
In the thin mist, the British commander's face turned cold, and he decisively issued orders.
He suddenly had a bad feeling. Was Jiang Yueming deliberately creating the smoke to buy time, waiting for the Celestial Empire's army to come to his aid?
Although the British Empire was not afraid of the Celestial Empire's indigenous army, Commander Bermay wanted them to capture Dinghai City as soon as possible so that they could gain more leverage in negotiations with the Celestial Empire.
More importantly, the fleet must immediately head north after reaching Dinghai to threaten Yanjing!
Clearly, they didn't have much time left, and it would be even more disadvantageous for the battle if it got dark.
"Sir, the cannons are filled. Do you need to adjust the muzzle?"
A deputy general in red reported the situation to the commander-in-chief, awaiting his decision.
"No, the muzzle was originally aimed at the Dinghai City Wall. There's no need to tell the soldiers to fire immediately once they see the wall!"
"Yes, sir," the red-clad lieutenant went down to relay the order, while the commander-in-chief continued to observe the almost transparent smoke before him, his eyes growing fierce.
If that man hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have already conquered Dinghai City and was enjoying the riches of gold and silver, as well as the pleasures of Eastern women!
If the city falls, he will definitely shoot that man with his own gun!
"Sir, there's a problem with the second gun. What do you think should be done?"
Just as the commander-in-chief was burning with rage, one of his soldiers suddenly reported a problem.
"You stand here, I'll take a look, and remember to raise the flag as soon as you see the city wall, and order the sea fleet to bombard the city!"
The commander handed a green flag to the soldier who came to report for duty, and then walked toward the No. 2 gun emplacement.
"Yes, sir." The soldier took the flag with both hands, stood up straight in the original commander's position, and scratched his neck.
boom!boom!
Just as the commander-in-chief took two steps, he heard a loud bang as cannonballs fired. He turned his head and saw that the smoke had completely dissipated, and dozens of black shrapnel shells flew into the air and headed straight for the top of Dinghai City.
On the city wall, Jiang Yueming also threw his spear the moment his vision cleared. As soon as the spear left his hand, his eyes narrowed rapidly, and a barrage of cannonballs rained down from the sky.
"The news team is using their spiritual energy for defense!"
Before Jiang Yueming could even speak, the soldiers behind him had already thrown down their spears and fled down the city wall the instant they saw the cannonballs. No one listened to his instructions, and as a result, there were more blurry, bloody scenes.
"Ah! Ah!"
The screams gradually subsided after the deafening artillery fire ceased, and the cries of the wounded and disabled defenders filled the air.
Some are missing arms or legs, some have broken hands or feet...
As for the eastern city wall of Dinghai, it had long been reduced to ruins by fierce artillery fire. If the British army were to charge up now, they could completely occupy Dinghai.
Strangely, the British army did not launch a final all-out attack despite the city walls being rendered ineffective. Instead, a dozen soldiers dragged a corpse back.
The corpse died a gruesome death; a spear more than a meter long pierced its throat, and its eyes were wide open before it died, its face frozen in a look of utter shock.
[Ding! Cumulative kills of British troops: 1%]
Upon hearing the system's voice, Jiang Yueming hurriedly got up and leaned against the almost paper-thin city wall to peek out, a smile unconsciously curving his lips.
The fact that the British troops who had landed were retreating meant that the spear had not been thrown at the wrong person; their commander was dead.
In fact, since Jiang Yueming stepped into the Primordial Realm, his soul detection ability has reached a new level. Fortunately, he had a backup plan: he used his soul power to monitor the British commander's every move at all times.
Although he couldn't see it clearly, Jiang Yueming accurately detected the fluctuations generated by his movements, and the spear hit the main commander!
"Hiss, but this consumes a lot of soul power," Jiang Yueming said softly, rubbing his forehead as his head buzzed.
He wasn't sure if this was a sign of excessive consumption of his soul power, or perhaps it was the shockwave from the exploding shell that had affected him.
After all, he was the closest to the cannonball just now. Fortunately, he activated his spiritual technique at the critical moment, forming a faint defensive energy shield on his body.
Otherwise, even if he wasn't blown to death, he would have been left with a lifelong disability!
"However, this damn system really doesn't work; the simulation didn't say the British would fire."
Jiang Yueming muttered a complaint, then turned his gaze back to the retreating British troops on the coast, his brow furrowing even more deeply.
The eastern city wall is now in ruins and can no longer stop the British army from attacking again. The defending troops have suffered heavy casualties and have lost their ability to fight.
Now we can say that the entire eastern city wall must be defended by Jiang Yueming alone. If he can hold it, the people of Dinghai will be safe for the time being. If he cannot hold it, Dinghai will be declared to have fallen!