Ragnar pulled out his spyglass, analyzing the enemy's movements. He had fully expected a proud medieval army with such an overwhelming numerical advantage to simply charge the walls. A normal medieval commander with fifty thousand men facing a single coastal town would order a massive rush, relying entirely on the sheer weight of bodies to overwhelm the defenders.
"They are actually digging in," Ragnar murmured to himself, a smile of genuine respect crossing his face. "They outnumber us almost ten to one, and they are still building proper siege lines. Now that is a professional army."
The Tang commanders, General Zhao Feng and Strategist Sun, were not arrogant fools. They knew that sieging a fortified city required patience. Their battle plan was a masterful, terrifying blend of engineering, heavy projectile artillery, and increasingly, early chemical warfare designed specifically to combat well-fortified opponents.
