Become a feudal king from today

"The Beidi people are attacking the city!"

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

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

At this time, a touch of fish belly white appeared in the eastern sky.

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

"Sirs, did you hear it? That is the clarion call for the Beidi army to attack. We are about to win. As long as Yan Pass is broken, from now on, the great praise of the imperial court and the eight powerful families are nothing but bullshit. The Yuan family will be the real one. "Master!" Guo Tu shouted with unusual excitement.

When the generals of the Yuan family heard this, they all became energetic.

Midnight passed, and the south gate of Yanguan was still impregnable.

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

During the attack, the defending side naturally occupies a favorable location, and must have at least three times more troops if they want to win.

After fighting until now, their morale can't help but be a little low.

But now Guo Tu's words immediately restored their confidence.

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

Under his order, another wave of Yuan soldiers rushed towards the city wall.

The white fish belly on the horizon was gradually replaced by golden light, and the earth completely lit up.

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

"Quick, quick, quick, get back to your place." Jiang Han's face was scratched by a piece of gravel, leaving a trail of blood.

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

Now, these Yuan soldiers rushed forward again as if they had been given blood.

"Rolling logs."

"Fire oil."

"gravel."

"Hit the firecracker over there."

"..."

The generals shouted again, and Jiang Han rushed back and forth on the city wall to direct the defense.

In the fierce battle in the middle of the night, they suffered more than 3,000 casualties, and now the city walls are covered in blood.

But the Yuan family didn't feel well either. The corpses of their soldiers were piled up under the city wall, forming a slope like sandbags.

The wall of Nancheng was not high to begin with, and these piles of corpses made it easier for Yuan soldiers to scale the wall.

And Guo Tu also means to use the corpse to replace the ladder.

During each charge, soldiers piled the bodies together.

The battle in the south city gradually became fierce, and the battle in the north gate became increasingly bloody.

Taking advantage of their bows and arrows, the Beidi people threw waves of arrows at the city wall.

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

"put!"

"put!"

"put!"

"..."

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

At the north gate, he concentrated 80% of the fire guns, archers, rolling wood, kerosene and other defensive resources to deal with Beidi's siege.

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

Mo Yu nodded solemnly.

Every Yanguan general can tell the difference between Beidi soldiers and servant soldiers.

They all also know how the Beidi people fight.

So until now, the Beidi people have died as servant soldiers, while they have died as real soldiers.

Because of this, he felt particularly distressed as he watched the corpses of the Yanguan soldiers being carried down.

"kill!"

Looking at the servant soldiers coming like a tide, Mo Yu drew his sword and pointed it towards 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 formation, looking anxiously towards the city head.

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 city wall, which was more than ten meters high, made it very difficult for them to attack the city.

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

And most importantly, he had no hope of winning.

Tam and Charha were equally anxious.

This is their turnaround. If they don't win well, they will never have a chance to stand on the battlefield again.

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

Obviously, with this mere 30,000 people, it is impossible to reach the top of Yanguan City.

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

The three of them turned around and saw the soldiers from the Black Iron King's tent slowly stepping forward and standing behind the servants.

Enko rode up.

Although he hopes to capture the Yanguan wall with just these servants, there is no doubt that this is a luxury hope.

Now, he must throw in the soldiers of the Black Iron King's tent.

"The reputation of the Black Iron King's Tent depends on this battle. Even if there is only the last person left in the King's Tent, he must climb the city wall for me." Enke shouted, his eyes sweeping over the three Kutu people.

Kutu looked at Enke, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

He dismounted, picked up his scimitar and walked to the front of the servants.

Tam and Charha followed Kutu, also raising their scimitars.

Enke watched his father go all the way. At this moment, he was suddenly relieved that his father was not a coward.

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

Pointing the machete at the head of Yanguan City, he and Tam took the lead and rushed towards the Yanguan City Wall.

Kutu took the lead, and the morale of the soldiers in the Black Iron King's tent was suddenly shaken.

They shouted and rushed after Kutu.

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

When he recognized the leader as Kutu, his face turned ugly.

He knew that next, they would face an extremely cruel fight.

The battle continues.

From morning to noon, and from noon to night.

The Beidi people were repelled time and time again and rushed over again and again.

All the servants were dead, and the soldiers from the Black Iron King's tent took over to attack again.

The corpses under the city were piled higher and higher. With the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood, Beidi people climbed onto the city wall in the evening.

"Da Song Dog, die!" Zhaerha put the ladder on the mountain of corpses and jumped up to the city wall.

The scimitar was raised and a Yanguan soldier was chopped down to the ground.

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

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Before they could gain a foothold, a dense rain of arrows flew towards them.

Tamden fell to the ground with several arrows in his body.

"Tam." Charha's eyes were red.

With a loud shout, he raised his machete and charged towards the Dasong soldiers.

But several spears pierced his body.

The group of Beidi people who climbed onto the city wall immediately attracted Mo Yu's attention, and he naturally sent troops to block the gap.

The soldiers from Yanguan still had an absolute advantage on the city wall. After a fight, the soldiers from Beidi were killed and forced them to retreat.

Tam is dead, and so is Charhar.

While Kutu was fighting with the Yanguan soldiers, he looked at Mo Yu who was walking over.

With a sad smile, he said: "What a pity, I don't have the chance to kill King Yan with my own hands, but my promise has come true. I climbed the city wall. If you can't hold this Yan Pass, King Yan will die!" "

"Go and dream!" Mo Yu drew out his sword and stabbed Kutu.

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

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

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

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

"General, leave quickly." Upon seeing this, the generals immediately covered Mo Yu away.

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

Only this time, not only the Black Iron King's tent, but also the other three king's tents dispatched large armies at the same time.

Mo Yu felt a chill in his heart as he walked. He didn't know how long he could hold on.

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

Night falls.

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

Hearing this voice, General Yanguan's heart trembled.

South Gate.

Jiang Han got up from the ground with difficulty.

Yuan soldiers detonated gunpowder barrels under the city wall.

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

At this moment, his heart clenched together.

After a day and night of fierce fighting, almost 30% of Nanmen's troops were killed or injured.

But he didn't dare to ask Mo Yu for troops to support him because he knew that the north gate was more difficult.

"Brothers, we have no retreat. Yan Pass is in our hands. After Yan Pass are the people of Dasong. As for your wives and daughters, we will never let the Beidi people step through Yan Pass. Today we will fight to the death here!" 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 charge forward.

"Kill!" The Yanguan soldiers followed.

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

Outside the city, the corners of Guo Tu's mouth raised.

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

The Yanguan Forbidden Army, which had lost the protection of the city wall, would never be able to withstand his attack.

"The whole army is pressing forward!" Guo Tu said calmly.

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

At this time the fighting became extremely cruel.

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

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

But they did not break up. Their duty of guarding Yanguan made them unwilling to abandon this place.

The corpses piled higher and higher in the gap, and the darkness in the east was once again dispersed by the sunshine disc.

Jiang Han was almost exhausted. He was lying on the wall at the gap. A Yuan soldier stabbed him with a spear.

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

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

His eyes suddenly opened wide and he rubbed them again.

Yes, 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 burst out from his body. He turned sideways to avoid the Yuan family soldier's attack, and pierced the Yuan family soldier's body with a sword.

"The King of Yan is here, the King of Yan is here! We are saved." Jiang Han shouted.

The Yanguan soldiers looked around one after another, and they saw it.

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

There is hope for Yanguan.