Ming Dynasty, Liaodong Prefecture!
Kaiyuan City!
As a major military city of Liaodong Prefecture, it was also a strategic stronghold.
Back when the Ming Dynasty conquered Liaodong, once Kaiyuan City had fallen, the connection between the Northern Yuan and Liaodong had been severed, cutting off their retreat. This showed just how crucial this city was.
And now.
North of the city.
Nearly a hundred thousand Tatar soldiers were launching a frenzied assault.
However.
Compared with the Yuan Army, their weapons were far more rudimentary.
They had no cannons.
Instead, several dozen trebuchets were bombarding the city walls.
Compared to the power of cannons, they were weaker by far more than a little.
Moreover.
Corpses already carpeted the ground before the city, bodies lay everywhere, and blood flowed everywhere. The entire earth had been dyed red.
This showed.
Just how brutal the fighting of the past few months had been.
Atop the city walls!
The Ming Dynasty's cannons fired continuously. Though they were not the latest Explosive Shells, they were still fragment shells superior to the Tatars', and their killing power was considerable.
"Attack."
"Attack!"
"Do not withdraw until the city falls."
"Attack!"
In the rear ranks of the Tatar army.
The chieftain of the Jianzhou tribe roared wildly. From his desperate expression, it was easy to imagine just how severe their losses had become.
However.
Over the past few months.
With the three Tatar tribes joining forces, their morale had also been devastated by the heavy losses.
Although they had been forced to keep attacking, their morale had already fallen to rock bottom. Their offensive lacked all fighting spirit, and they were completely on the defensive.
Meanwhile, the Ming Dynasty troops defending the city walls were holding their ground with ease.
If not for military orders, the generals stationed here