Become a feudal king from today

"General, leave it to the general tonight." Mo Yu turned to Chang Wei, with pleading in his eyes.

Although he was born as a general, he did not despise Chang Wei and other generals who had followed King Yan from the beginning.

He knew that maybe they didn't have the same family background as him, but they were not inferior to him in the battlefield.

Sometimes he even worried that he would be despised by these generals because he was Mo Zhai's son.

Think he's just an embroidered pillow.

Therefore, after becoming Chang Wei's deputy general, he has been walking on thin ice.

I really want to find an opportunity to prove myself.

Chang Wei stared at Mo Yu for a while. At this juncture, he would not show favoritism due to love.

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

So he said, "There is no joke in the army, and war is no joke. If something goes wrong, I and your commander will not be able to bear it."

"General, just don't worry, the Beidi soldiers want to step over the Yanguan city wall, unless they step over my body, Mo Yu." Mo Yu said solemnly.

"In that case, I will go back and sleep peacefully." Chang Wei nodded lightly.

Naturally, he couldn't sleep, and his words were just motivating Mo Yu.

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

Another hour passed.

Like the bloody setting sun falling into the western sky, the night is like thick ink infecting everything.

However, Yan Guan did not light up the brazier on the city wall as before.

Beidi camp.

Gurtu looked thoughtfully at the dark Yanguan City.

"On weekday nights, the brazier on top of Yanguan City will be lit. If it is not lit tonight, I'm afraid it is a scam. Did they guess that we will attack at night tonight?" Gurtu looked at Horqin.

"It's possible, but as the saying goes, you can only be a thief in a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief in a thousand days. Just change the time of the night attack." Horqin touched his goatee.

After saying that, the two turned back to the camp to rest.

Less than half an hour later, the soldiers suddenly came to report, and the braziers at the top of Yanguan City suddenly lit up one by one.

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

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

"All soldiers are ordered to take off their shoes and march barefoot."

"Two hundred meters closer to Yanguan, everyone steps slowly."

"..."

Gurtu passed down orders one after another.

If this night attack can succeed, the Battle of Yanguan will be over.

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

After a while, the siege soldiers took off their shoes one after another.

In addition, in order to catch the opponent by surprise.

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

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

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

Two hundred meters away from Yanguan, they followed the order and slowed down.

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

"You big singing pigs, you should die." A Beidi captain thought to himself.

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

Almost all the soldiers in the first charge died.

And many of these dead soldiers are their tribesmen.

Every time a clan member dies, his hatred for the Yanguan soldiers increases.

These big singing pigs only deserve to be slaughtered by them. If they dare to resist, they will pay the price with blood.

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

They are getting closer and closer to Yanguan.

One hundred and fifty meters.

One hundred meters.

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

Many archers bent their bows and set arrows, aiming at the Yanguan soldiers, waiting for the soldiers at the front to put the ladder against the city wall.

But at this moment, the Beidi soldier who was walking at the front suddenly felt that he touched a thread when he raised his feet.

In an instant, the tinkling bells filled the night.

Hearing this voice, all the Beidi soldiers seemed to freeze.

It doesn't matter if it moves, it doesn't matter if it doesn't move.

A captain was the first to react.

They have already reached the Yanguan city wall, how can they retreat.

"Anda!" he shouted, but his voice was not finished yet.

Suddenly he felt a bright light flying over his head.

Countless flaming arrows pierced the sky, falling among them like snowflakes.

Some flaming arrows hit the soldiers, and their clothes were immediately set on fire.

Flames illuminated the soldiers around him.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"Dong dong dong..."

The artillery fired grapeshot, the mortars hurled grapeshot and lime balls, and the rifled guns deflected the bullets.

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

The powerful firepower caused heavy deaths among the Beidi soldiers, and their tragic screams resounded in the sky.

"Fell into a trap, retreat..." a Beidi general shouted.

But before he could finish his words, he stopped abruptly when a flying bullet hit his chest.

"Anda!"

There are also Beidi generals who are unwilling to waste all their efforts.

He led his soldiers to climb up with the ladder.

But before they could climb a few steps, they felt severe pain in their backs and fell off the ladder.

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

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

"emission!"

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

After the emergence of artillery, these muskets were sealed.

In the evening, Mo Yu found them again.

Although these firecrackers are not very powerful, they are not without any use.

His father taught him how to use firecrackers to defend against night attacks.

Now, the muzzles of these muskets are stuffed with stone bullets wrapped in linen cloth, and the linen cloth is soaked in kerosene.

The fire lit up, and the firecracker fired these stone bullets. The moment the flame burned, it also ignited the linen cloth outside the stone bullets.

Because the speed is not very fast, the stone bullets burn in the air and illuminate an area.

After falling, it is like a small torch, lighting up a place.

Dots of fire light up the earth like stars, leaving enemies nowhere to hide.

"Boom, boom, boom...", "Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of Yan Guan's artillery can be heard endlessly.

Rifled guns flashed in the darkness.

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

At this time, where the fire was shining, the corpses of Beidi soldiers were spread out.

"After this night attack, Beidi should understand that other than a strong attack, any strategy they have is of no use." Mo Yu said calmly.

At this moment, he was slightly excited. Perhaps this was the pride his father felt when he defeated the enemy again and again.

"But if the flying generals of Dragon City are here, I won't teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains!"

This poem suddenly sounded in Mo Yu's mind.

King Yan often talked about this poem, but he never explained where Dragon City was and who the flying general was.

But they are very clear about the heroic ambition in this poem.

Just like he is now.