Chapter 551: Dragon City Flying General

"General, leave it to me tonight." Mo Yu turned to Chang Wei, with a pleading look in his eyes.

Although he was born in a general family, he never looked down on Chang Wei and other generals who had followed King Yan from the beginning.

He knew that they might not have the same family background as himself, but they were not inferior to him on the battlefield.

Sometimes he even worried that he would be looked down upon by these generals because he was Mo Di's son.

They thought he was just an embroidered pillow.

Therefore, after becoming Chang Wei's deputy general, he was always trembling and treading on thin ice.

He wanted to find an opportunity to prove himself.

Chang Wei stared at Mo Yu for a while. At this critical juncture, he would not be partial to him.

But he knew that there was indeed no general who was better at defending Yanguan than Mo Yu.

So he said, "There is no joking in the army, and war is not a joke. If there is a mistake, this general and your leader cannot bear it."

"General, just rest assured. If the Northern Di soldiers want to step over the wall of Yanguan, they must step over my Mo Yu's body." Mo Yu said solemnly.

"In this case, this general will go back and sleep peacefully." Chang Wei nodded gently.

Of course he couldn't sleep, and his words were just to encourage Mo Yu.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the sun had passed the zenith and was about to set, and some reddish light was reflected on everyone.

Another hour passed.

The blood-red sunset fell into the west, and the night was like thick ink that infected everything.

Yanguan did not light the brazier on the wall as usual.

Northern Di camp.

Gurtu looked at the dark Yanguan city wall thoughtfully.

"On ordinary nights, the braziers on top of Yanguan will be lit. It's not lit tonight. I'm afraid it's a trick. Did they guess that we will attack tonight?" Gurtu looked at Korqin.

"It's possible, but as the saying goes, there's only a thousand days of thieves, but no thousand days of guarding against thieves. Just change the time of the night attack." Korqin touched his goatee.

After the two of them finished talking, they turned back to the camp to rest.

Less than half an hour later, the soldiers suddenly reported that the braziers on top of Yanguan suddenly lit up one by one.

Gurtu said: "It turns out that they were just a little late."

Then, he issued a military order to let the soldiers regroup and prepare to attack Yanguan at midnight.

"Order all soldiers to take off their shoes and move forward barefoot."

"Approach Yanguan 200 meters, everyone should lighten their steps."

"..."

Gurtu passed down orders one by one.

If this night attack is successful, the battle of Yanguan will be over.

After receiving Gurtu's order, the siege generals turned around and left.

Soon, the siege soldiers took off their shoes.

In addition, in order to catch the enemy off guard.

The siege soldiers did not even use large siege equipment, but only carried ladders to avoid making noise.

At midnight, the siege army began to move slowly towards Yanguan, silently.

At the same time, the night also covered their bodies.

At a distance of 200 meters from Yanguan, they slowed down as ordered.

At this moment, through the firelight of the city wall, they could even see the faces of the patrolling Yanguan soldiers.

"You big Song pigs, die." A Beidi Qianfu captain said in his heart.

During the day, they were unable to fight back under the attack of Yanguan soldiers.

The soldiers who charged in the first time were almost killed.

And many of these dead soldiers were their tribesmen.

Every time a tribesman died, his hatred for the Yanguan soldiers increased.

These big Song pigs deserved to be slaughtered by them. If they dared to resist, they would have to pay the price of blood.

When he killed the Yanguan soldiers countless times in his mind.

They were getting closer and closer to Yanguan Pass.

One hundred and fifty meters.

One hundred meters.

At this distance, the archers could already kill the soldiers patrolling on the city wall.

Many archers bent their bows and aimed their arrows at the Yanguan soldiers, waiting for the soldiers in the front to put the ladders against the city wall.

But at this moment, the Beidi soldier walking in the front suddenly felt a line touched when he raised his foot.

Instantly, the jingling of bells rang through the night.

Hearing this sound, all the Beidi soldiers seemed to be frozen.

It was not right to move, nor was it right to stay still.

A thousand-man captain was the first to react.

They had already reached the Yanguan city wall, how could they retreat.

"Anda!" He shouted, but his tail tone was not over yet.

Suddenly he felt a bright light flying over his head.

Countless arrows with burning heads pierced the sky, like snowflakes, falling among them one after another.

Some flaming arrows pierced the soldiers, and the soldiers' clothes were immediately ignited.

The flames illuminated the soldiers around him.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang..."

The cannon fired grapeshot, the mortar fired shot and lime bullets, and the rifle fired bullets.

These three firearms fired almost simultaneously, and the exposed Beidi soldiers were instantly covered.

The powerful firepower caused heavy casualties among the Beidi soldiers, and their miserable cries resounded through the sky.

"We've been tricked, retreat..." a Beidi general shouted.

But he stopped talking before he finished, and a flying bullet hit his chest.

"Anda!"

There were also Beidi generals who were unwilling to give up.

They led their soldiers to climb up with ladders.

But they felt a sharp pain in their backs before they climbed a few steps, and fell off the ladders.

It turned out that there were soldiers on the protruding wall of the outer wall of the bastion.

These Beidi soldiers climbing the wall were right under their noses.

"Fire!"

While the soldiers of both sides were fighting, Mo Yu stood in front of dozens of fire guns.

After the appearance of the cannon, these fire guns were sealed.

In the evening, Mo Yu found them again.

Although these fire guns were not powerful, they were not useless.

His father taught him how to use fire guns to prevent night attacks.

Now, the muzzles of these fire guns were stuffed with stone bullets wrapped in linen, and the linen was soaked in kerosene.

When the fire was lit, the fire guns fired these stone bullets, and the moment the flames burned, the linen outside the stone bullets was also ignited.

Because the speed was not very fast, the stone bullets burned in the air, illuminating an area.

After falling, it was like a small torch, illuminating an area.

The little flames illuminated the earth like stars, leaving the enemy nowhere to hide.

"Boom boom boom...", "Bang bang bang..." The sound of artillery fire on Yanguan was endless.

Rifled guns kept flashing in the dark.

Half an hour later, Mo Yu suddenly ordered to stop shooting.

At this time, the bodies of Beidi soldiers were everywhere where the fire shone.

"After this night attack, Beidi should understand that any strategy they have will be useless except for a strong attack." Mo Yu said lightly.

At this moment, he was slightly excited, perhaps this was the pride of his father when he repelled the enemy again and again.

"If only the flying general of Longcheng was here, the Hu horse would not be allowed to cross Yinshan!"

This poem suddenly sounded in Mo Yu's mind.

The King of Yan often mentioned this poem, but he never explained where Longcheng was and who the flying general was.

But they knew very well the lofty sentiments and ambitions in this poem.

Just like him now.