Chapter 432 Cutting Off One's Tail

"Boom boom boom..."

The roar of the artillery on the battlefield covered the painful groans of the wounded soldiers and the roars of the soldiers on both sides fighting. Read М

The gunpowder smoke covered the battlefield like a layer of mist, making everything look blurry.

South of the Imperial Army.

The soldiers of the powerful tribes who were defeated by the Northern Di regrouped here.

The matchlock musket soldiers were regrouped and fired rounds of lead bullets at the Xiliang and Ma Jin soldiers who rushed over.

Although the Xiliang soldiers were equally fierce, they were far less frightening in the eyes of the powerful tribe soldiers than the Northern Di soldiers.

The psychological advantage made them more able to withstand casualties without collapsing.

"Damn it! This Yang Feng is so cunning." Gu Le, Wu Yan, and Ma Jin stood on the top of the city, all gritting their teeth.

They had no artillery, so they naturally could not cause heavy casualties to the Dasong soldiers head-on like the Northern Di.

And the Iron Harriers were like paper in front of the muskets of these soldiers.

The Iron Harriers were repelled by the muskets several times.

The Iron Harriers were like this, and the armor of ordinary soldiers was even more vulnerable in front of the matchlocks of the Dasong soldiers.

They were already on the verge of victory, but the arrival of these powerful tribesmen put them in a difficult situation again.

Moreover, although they suffered many casualties at the hands of the Northern Di, the powerful tribesmen seemed to still maintain about 130,000 or 140,000.

They were fewer in number than them, but the muskets made up for it.

"Strange, really strange, the powerful tribesmen were always timid when fighting, why are they fighting desperately this time?" Ma Jin murmured.

As a powerful tribe, he naturally knew the performance of the powerful tribesmen in previous wars.

He had no idea that Yang Feng had to hold Dou Xiao and Han Jun hostage and kill Wang Bi to control the powerful tribesmen.

"Brothers, kill! The Northern Di army is right in front of us, they will soon defeat the Dasong army, and victory will belong to us." Wu Yan ordered the Xiliang soldiers.

Inspired by Wu Yan's words, the Xiliang soldiers' offensive became more and more fierce, and they rushed towards the powerful tribesmen in waves.

The scorching sun covered the earth from the top of the head to the horizon.

Looking at the setting sun in the west, Mulehong really narrowed his eyes, "Although the artillery is powerful, the victory of this battle depends on our cavalry."

Tiemuta nodded.

In the afternoon bombardment, the artillery of Beidi and Dasong were equally powerful.

Both sides suffered losses.

He ordered the Beidi servants to launch several charges, but they still failed under the bombardment of the imperial army artillery.

Now, Yang Feng has turned these 100,000 imperial army into an immovable fortress and dragged them here.

The most hateful thing is that Yongcheng is located on a plain in the mountains.

There is only one road from Yongcheng to Xiancheng.

And Yang Feng placed his army at the intersection of this road.

Judging from the current situation, it will take two or three days to defeat Yang Feng.

The next battle will be a consumption of both sides.

Even so, judging from the current military strength, Yang Feng could not outlast the Northern Di.

Moreover, a Northern Di cavalryman set out from Xiaoguan to cut off the food supply route of Dasong.

They only needed to fight and wait at the same time, and even if they were hungry, they would starve the Dasong army to death.

"Father Khan is right. The 100,000 cavalrymen who entered Qinzhou from Xiaoguan will completely cut off the connection between the Dasong Northern Expedition Army and Dasong." Temuta clenched his fist.

Muller Hongzhen nodded, "Yang Feng will definitely lead his troops to retreat to Xiancheng tonight. We just can't let them go. After dinner, we will continue to attack them."

"Yes, Father Khan." Temuta responded respectfully.

The night gradually became darker.

Seeing that the Northern Di no longer attacked, Yang Feng ordered the imperial soldiers to withdraw to the northern camp of Yongcheng.

The soldiers of the powerful tribes entered the three camps in the east, west and south to rest and eat.

Fortunately, they built these four camps before the Northern Di army came.

Otherwise, they would have to sleep in the open air.

"General, the casualties of the powerful tribes are more than 80,000, and the casualties of the imperial guards are more than 20,000." Ao Bing reported to Yang Feng.

Hearing this, Yang Feng frowned.

One hundred thousand casualties, whether injured or dead, naturally these people can no longer participate in the war.

In this way, he only has 200,000 soldiers.

"Beidi and Yongcheng still have at least 400,000 soldiers, a difference of twice. General Yang, you have persisted until now, can you withdraw?" Dou Xiao said anxiously.

Han Yun echoed: "That's right, if you don't leave, you really can't leave. General Yang, if you don't listen to us this time, even if you die, we will not cooperate with you, anyway, it's death anyway."

Yang Feng frowned.

One day is enough for Zhao Heng to escape to Xiancheng.

He really doesn't need to stay here to fight to the death.

After all, the retreat has been cut off by Beidi.

If he and the soldiers in his hands die, Xiancheng's 100,000 soldiers will not be able to resist Beidi at all.

If Zhao Heng was captured, Dasong would be in chaos.

If he returned to Xiancheng and took charge of the situation, he might be able to hold on until reinforcements arrived.

After thinking this through, Yang Feng looked at Ao Bing, "General Ao, the future of Dasong is in your hands."

Ao Bing's face was solemn, he knew what Yang Feng meant.

His deputy general might have to stay behind to cover the retreat.

"Old general, this time let me tell the Beidi people that there are still strong men in Dasong." Ao Bing said loudly.

He and Yang Feng were both staunch advocates of war in the court.

At this moment, the Northern Expedition Army was in danger, and the emperor was in danger, so he naturally had to step forward.

Yang Feng patted his shoulder heavily and said nothing.

In his opinion, the Northern Di would surely expect that they might retreat to Xiancheng tonight, and they might have prepared their troops.

This time, he could only escape like a gecko by throwing away his own tail.

That night.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

In the middle of the night, the order to retreat spread to the four camps.

The soldiers of the powerful tribe quietly withdrew from the camp under the leadership of the generals.

Similarly, in order to prevent Xiliang from pursuing, they also left the rear guard outside the city gate.

And Ao Bing led 40,000 imperial troops to stay in the northern camp.

Sure enough.

As soon as the army moved here, the Northern Di and the Xiliang soldiers in the city followed suit.

The shouts of killing immediately broke the tranquility of the night.

Yang Feng led the remaining imperial troops and the powerful tribe soldiers along the mountain road and headed towards Xiancheng without looking back.

He did not dare to look back, because he was afraid that he could not control himself and stayed to continue the fierce battle.

"Kill!"

Outside the northern camp, the spear forest formed by the spearmen prevented the Northern Di cavalry from moving forward.

After just a moment's hesitation, the Beidi cavalry retreated immediately.

Soon, the artillery was pushed up by the Beidi soldiers.

The roar immediately resounded through the sky.

As the main force had already withdrawn under the leadership of Yang Feng.

Ao Bing only had 36 artillery pieces in his hands. Facing the bombardment of more than 200 Beidi artillery pieces, they were obviously at a disadvantage.

At the same time, under the bombardment of artillery, the armor of the King of Yan was powerless.

Ao Bing could only watch the soldiers of the imperial army die tragically under the Beidi artillery.

Gritting his teeth, he led the supervision team to stand behind the soldiers, intimidating the soldiers and delaying their collapse.

But he knew that no matter what he said, his fate and the fate of the soldiers left behind were doomed.