Chapter 201 Hope

"The Northern Di are attacking the city!"

The fire in the north lit up, accompanied by the low roar of muskets.

Guo Tu listened carefully, and the smile in his eyes gradually deepened.

At this time, the sky in the east was a little pale.

After a fierce battle in the middle of the night, it was about to dawn.

"Soldiers, did you hear that? That was the horn of the Northern Di army's attack. We are about to win. As long as we break Yanguan, from now on, the Dasong court and the eight powerful families are just shit. The Yuan family will be the real masters." Guo Tu shouted with unusual excitement.

The Yuan family generals were all excited when they heard it.

Midnight passed, and the South Gate of Yanguan was still as solid as a rock.

More than 20,000 of their soldiers fell under the city.

During the attack, the defenders naturally occupied the geographical advantage, and if they wanted to win, they had to have at least three times more troops.

At this point, their morale was a little low.

But now Guo Tu's words immediately made them regain their confidence.

"Continue the siege!" Seeing the generals getting excited, Guo Tu took advantage of the situation and shouted.

Under his command, another wave of Yuan family soldiers rushed to the city wall.

The fish belly white in the sky was gradually replaced by golden light, and the earth was completely bright.

At the south gate, the Yanguan soldiers took turns to eat. As soon as they climbed the city wall, they heard the shouts of Yuan family soldiers.

"Quick, quick, quick, return to your position." Jiang Han's face was scratched by a piece of gravel, leaving a bloody mark.

The sword in his hand was stained with blood. In the last charge, Yuan family soldiers had already climbed the city wall. After a fierce battle, they were driven down.

Now, these Yuan family soldiers rushed up again as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Rolling logs."

"Kerosene."

"Gravel."

"Fire guns shoot over there."

"..."

The shouts of the generals rang again, and Jiang Han rushed back and forth on the city wall to command the defense.

In the fierce battle in the middle of the night, they suffered more than 3,000 casualties, and now the city wall is full of blood.

However, the Yuan family is not in a good situation either. The bodies of their soldiers are piled up under the city wall, forming a slope like sandbags.

The wall of the South City is not high to begin with, and these piles of corpses make it easier for the Yuan family soldiers to climb the wall.

And Guo Tu also wants to use the corpses as a substitute for the ladder.

Every time they charge, soldiers pile up the corpses together.

The battle in the South City gradually becomes white-hot, and the battle at the North Gate gradually becomes bloody.

The Beidi people rely on the advantage of bows and arrows to throw waves of arrows at the city wall.

Under the continuous harassment of fire guns and stone bullets, a large number of Yanguan soldiers were killed and injured.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

"..."

On the city wall, Mo Yu's voice was hoarse, and he kept commanding the fire guns and archers to shoot at the Beidi soldiers under the city wall.

At the north gate, he concentrated 80% of his fire guns, archers, rolling logs, kerosene and other defensive resources in order to deal with the siege of the Beidi.

"General, the servants are coming up again." A general pointed at the Beidi soldiers who were slowly moving forward.

Mo Yu nodded solemnly.

Every Yanguan general could distinguish the difference between Beidi soldiers and servants.

They also knew the Beidi people's way of fighting.

So until now, the Beidi people's servants died, while they died real soldiers.

For this reason, he felt particularly distressed when he saw the bodies of Yanguan soldiers being carried down one by one.

"Kill!"

Looking at the servants rushing over like a tide, Mo Yu drew his sword and pointed it at the city.

For a moment, arrows, stone bullets, gravel, and rolling logs fell again.

Outside the city.

Kutu stood at the end of the servant army formation, and he looked anxiously at the top of the city.

The tenacity of the Yanguan soldiers exceeded his imagination.

Now he seemed to understand why the attacks on Yanguan had failed in the past ten years.

The more than ten-meter-high city wall made their siege very difficult.

In the fierce battle in the middle of the night, half of the vassal soldiers fell under the city wall.

And most importantly, he could not see any hope of winning.

Tam and Charha were also very anxious.

This was their comeback battle. If they didn't fight well, they would never have a chance to stand on the battlefield again.

"What should we do?" The two looked at Kutu.

It was obvious that with only 30,000 people, they could not touch the top of Yanguan.

At this moment, they suddenly heard a heavy sound of footsteps.

The three turned around and saw the soldiers of the Black Iron King's tent slowly stepped forward and stood behind the vassal soldiers.

Enke rode up on horseback.

Although he hoped to take down the Yanguan city wall with only these vassal soldiers, it was undoubtedly a luxury.

Now, he had to devote the soldiers of the Black Iron King's tent.

"The reputation of the Black Iron Tent depends on this battle. Even if there is only one person left in the tent, you must climb the city wall for me." Enko shouted, his eyes swept over Kutu and the other two.

Kutu looked at Enko, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

He got off his horse, picked up his scimitar and walked to the front of the servants.

Tam and Charha followed Kutu and also raised their scimitars.

Enko watched his father all the way, and at this moment he was suddenly relieved that his father was not a coward.

"Kill, take Yanguan, take Yanzhou, and take the head of King Yan!" Kutu shouted.

Pointing the scimitar at the top of Yanguan, he and Tam and the other two led the charge towards the Yanguan city wall.

Kutu led the way, and the morale of the Black Iron Tent soldiers was immediately shocked.

They shouted and rushed over with Kutu.

Mo Yu had been paying attention to the movements of the Beidi army.

When he recognized that the leader was Kutu, his face looked ugly.

He knew that they would face an extremely brutal fight next.

The battle continued.

From morning to noon, and from noon to night.

The Northern Di people were beaten back again and again and rushed over again and again.

All the servants died, and the soldiers of the Black Iron King's Tent made up for it and launched another attack.

The corpses under the city piled higher and higher. With the help of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the Northern Di people climbed up the city wall in the evening.

"Da Song dog, die!" Charha propped up the ladder on the mountain of corpses and jumped onto the city wall.

He raised his scimitar and chopped down a Yanguan soldier.

Tam and Kutu also climbed up, leading the soldiers to try to occupy an area for the Northern Di soldiers to allow more Northern Di soldiers to climb the city wall.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Before they could stand firm, dense rain of arrows flew towards them.

Tam was hit by several arrows and fell to the ground.

"Tam." Charha's eyes were red.

With a shout, he raised his scimitar and rushed towards the Da Song soldiers.

But several spears pierced his body.

This group of Beidi people climbed the city wall and immediately attracted Mo Yu's attention. He naturally dispatched troops to block this gap.

The Yanguan soldiers on the city wall still had an absolute advantage. After a fight, the Beidi soldiers were killed and retreated again and again.

Tam died, and Charha died too.

Kutu fought with the Yanguan soldiers while looking at Mo Yu who was walking over.

With a bitter laugh, he said: "It's a pity, I don't have the chance to kill the King of Yan with my own hands, but my promise has come true. I climbed the city wall. This Yanguan, you can't defend it, and the King of Yan will have to die!"

"Dream on!" Mo Yu drew out his sword and stabbed Kutu.

Kutu immediately raised his scimitar to resist, and at this time Mo Yu kicked Kutu in the stomach.

With a muffled groan, Kutu fell from the city wall into the pile of corpses.

Mo Yu was about to jump down to fight, but suddenly an arrow hit his arm.

"Hiss..." Mo Yu cried out in pain.

"General, hurry up." Seeing this, the generals immediately covered Mo Yu and took him away.

It seemed that Kutu's climbing the wall inspired them, and more Beidi soldiers rushed to the wall.

But this time, not only the Black Iron King's tent, but the other three kings' tents also sent out large armies at the same time.

Mo Yu felt cold in his heart as he walked, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

At this moment, he wished his father could stand on the wall.

Night fell.

The battle of Yanguan was still going on. In the middle of the night, a loud noise resounded through Yanguan.

Hearing this sound, the generals of Yanguan all trembled in their hearts.

South Gate.

Jiang Han climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

Yuan's soldiers detonated gunpowder barrels under the city wall.

A section of the city wall collapsed in the huge explosion.

At this moment, his heart was pulled together.

After a day and a night of fierce fighting, the soldiers of the South Gate suffered almost 30% casualties.

But he didn't dare to ask Mo Yu for soldiers to support him, because he knew that the North Gate was more difficult.

"Brothers, we have no way out. Yanguan is in our hands. Behind Yanguan are the people of Dasong. As for your wives and daughters, we must not let the Beidi people pass through Yanguan. We will fight to the death here today!" Jiang Han drew his sword.

Looking at the Yuan family soldiers pouring in from the gap in the city wall, he personally led the soldiers to rush up.

"Kill!" The Yanguan soldiers followed.

Suddenly, the soldiers of both sides fought in a group at the gap in the city wall.

Outside the city, Guo Tu's mouth rose.

He won. The wall of Yanguan arrived. Although he lost 30,000 people, he still had more than 80,000 troops.

And the Yanguan Imperial Army, which lost the protection of the city wall, could never withstand his attack.

"The whole army pressed forward!" Guo Tu said lightly.

Under his order, the Yuan family soldiers rushed to Yanguan.

At this time, the fighting became extremely cruel.

One by one, the Yanguan soldiers fell under the swords of the Yuan family soldiers.

Their number was too small, and often one person had to deal with two or three Yuan family soldiers.

But they did not disband. Their duty to guard Yanguan made them unwilling to abandon this place.

The corpses piled up higher and higher at the gap, and the darkness in the east was dispersed by the sunlight again.

Jiang Han was almost exhausted. He lay diagonally on the wall at the gap, and a Yuan soldier stabbed him with a spear.

Squinting his eyes, he laughed miserably, ready to accept death.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a silver torrent on the western horizon.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide and rubbed them again.

That's right, this is not an illusion, it is indeed a silver torrent.

"King Yan, King Yan..." Jiang Han's mind was full of these two words.

At this moment, an inexplicable force suddenly broke out in his body. He suddenly turned sideways to avoid the attack of the Yuan soldier and pierced the body of the Yuan soldier with a sword.

"King Yan is coming, King Yan is coming! We are saved." Jiang Han shouted.

The soldiers of Yanguan looked over and saw it.

Above the earth, under the morning glow, a silver army was slowly walking towards them.

There is hope for Yanguan.