Chapter 41: Anger (Please collect! Please vote! Please invest!!!)
After discovering that the granary in Luochuan Road had been lost, Zhao Lianggao was extremely anxious. He immediately gathered troops from the surrounding prefectures and counties. Together with his own troops, he gathered a total of 8,000 people. He surrounded the granary in Luochuan Road and attacked day and night without caring about casualties. He wanted to make up for his mistake and take back the granary in Luochuan Road.

Seeing that more than half of Zhou's troops were killed or wounded, but their morale was still high, Zhao Lianggao, who was originally confident of retaking the granary, could not help but sigh secretly, and his confidence was inevitably shaken a little...

Shaking his head slightly, Zhao Lianggao waved his hand, and the generals around him immediately deployed according to the plan and prepared to attack the city.

Soon, in the palace army formation under the granary city of Luochuan Road, several catapults, under the control of hundreds of soldiers, all roared, and huge stones were thrown towards the city wall one after another.

Then hundreds of archers continued to draw their bows and shoot deadly arrows at the city wall.

Under the cover of their comrades' firepower, thousands of palace soldiers used the most conventional and old-fashioned siege tactics. They carried shields and set up ladders like ants and launched a new round of attacks on the wall of the Luochuan Road granary.

"what!"

"whoosh"

A young soldier from the palace was hit in the arm by an arrow shot from the city. The shield in his hand immediately fell to the ground. Without the shield to protect him, a sharp arrow soon hit his abdomen and nailed him directly to the ground.

The palace soldier was lying on the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of black and red blood foam. His mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to wail a few times, but no sound came out. After a moment, his head tilted, and he was completely silent.

The death of this young palace soldier did not cause any ripples in the palace army. Similar situations occurred in every corner of the battlefield. People were sacrificing their lives every second. At this moment, human life was worthless and extremely cheap.

Because the gunpowder used to fire the tiger squat cannon and the three-barreled gun had been consumed in the previous battle, so facing the charge of the soldiers in the palace this time, the firearms equipped by Wang Kangxin's troops were basically scrap metal. They could only pick up their bows and crossbows again and shoot towards the city.

In addition, they quickly demolished some of the granary buildings in the city, made them into rolling stones and wooden beams and threw them down, which made the soldiers in the palace cry for their parents. A few hundred or so soldiers in the palace lost their lives again, but unfortunately, the number of people in the palace was too large.

Although Wang Kangxin's troops had tried their best, more and more soldiers from the palace still rushed onto the city walls. Just as the city was about to fall and Wang Kangxin was determined to lead the remaining troops in a street fight, a huge military flag suddenly fluttered in the north.

Although it is a bit far away and not very clear, if you look carefully, you can still vaguely see the vigorous and powerful word "Zhou" on the military flag.

"My Lord, reinforcements from the Zhou army are coming!"

Seeing the appearance of the Great Zhou army flag, the soldiers in the palace suddenly panicked. A lieutenant beside Zhao Lianggao quickly reported:

Hearing the reminder from his subordinates, Zhao Lianggao, who was riding on his horse, immediately looked to the north. Looking at the military flag of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the old man, who was over fifty years old, trembled all over. The next second, he staggered and almost fell off his horse.

“Retreat! Retreat to... Linyuan!”

With the help of his generals, Zhao Lianggao managed to sit firmly on his horse again. At this critical moment of life and death, this experienced veteran thought for a moment and quickly made a choice. He took the lead and fled to the southwest.

"Woo woo woo!" The three-foot-long rhinoceros horn made a low sound. It was the order for the palace troops to retreat. In an instant, the palace soldiers who were about to capture the granary in Luochuan Road immediately retreated like a tide.

"Hahahahaha!"

Wang Kangxin, covered in blood and with multiple wounds, stood on the top of the city wall, leaning on a broken goose-wing knife in his hand. He looked at the miserable and hastily fleeing Gongdu army below the city and couldn't help laughing wildly.

Just now, on this city wall, he and his personal soldiers were surrounded by the soldiers of the palace. If it were not for the timely appearance of reinforcements from outside the city, he, Wang Kangxin, would have died for his country by now, killed by the swords of the people of the palace.

At this moment, Wang Kangxin felt that there was nothing more refreshing in the world than escaping from a desperate situation.

Soon Wang Kangxin gathered the remnants in the city, opened the city gate and connected with the large group of Zhou cavalry who came to support from outside the city.

Although Wang Kangxin served in the Xuanwu Army and was not familiar with the Iron Cavalry, he saw this cavalry with a "towards" sign on its banner.

He immediately recognized the reinforcements as the troops of Xiang Yuanhui, the fifth-rank general of the Iron Cavalry Army. He immediately reported to the general who was gathered in the middle of the army formation:
"I am Wang Kangxin of the Xuanwu Army. I am honored to meet General Xiang. Thank you for saving my life today!"

Xiang Yuanhui, who was riding on a tall horse and had a rough figure, looked Wang Kangxin up and down and asked with some surprise: "Are you Wang Kangxin? Wang Zhongsen's nephew?"

"Reporting to the general, it is me!"

Wang Kangxin nodded in response. He was somewhat puzzled as to how this famous and fierce general of the Iron Cavalry Army knew his uncle.

He glanced at Wang Kangxin again, and smiled and praised Yuan Hui:
"Lord Xu's subordinates are indeed full of talented people. You are a seventh-rank commander, but you dare to lead your troops to attack the Luochuan Road granary. Not bad! You are very courageous!"

Wang Kangxin felt warmed up when he heard this, but just when he was about to say something modest, Xiang Yuanhui changed the subject and said, "Most of your Xuanwu Army is still behind us. Are you willing to go with me to support Liujing? I heard that Ye Mingsheng of your Xuanwu Army is having a hard time fighting over there!"

When Wang Kangxin heard this, he was stunned and a look of surprise flashed across his face. He had no idea what Xiang Yuanhui was saying.

Seeing Wang Kangxin like this, Xiang Yuanhui asked suspiciously, "Didn't you plan this? You raid Luochuan Road's granary to tie down his forces, and Ye Mingsheng takes advantage of the chaos to raise troops from Ruishan County and join forces with a group of militiamen called Black Mountain Wind to attack Liujing?"

Before Xiang Yuanhui's words were fully spoken, Wang Kangxin had already realized what was going on. An abnormal flush immediately rose on his pale face, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent and hatred.

The next second, under Xiang Yuanhui's puzzled gaze, Wang Kangxin froze in place, furious, blood gushing out of his mouth. His body swayed and he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)