Chapter 200: Northern Di Troops Move

Mo Yu closed his eyes in pain, and then he took a deep breath.

This was Yan Pass that his father had guarded for ten years. No matter what, he could not let Yan Pass be destroyed in the hands of the Mo family.

Pulling himself together, he said to a general: "Jiang Han, I leave this place to you."

This man was his father's most trusted general during his lifetime, and he was a brother-in-law with him.

"Don't worry, unless he Yuan Li steps over my body, no Yuan family soldier can even think of entering Yan Pass." Jiang Han said.

Mo Yu nodded, walked down the city wall and looked at the north gate.

Arrive at the North Gate.

Mo Yu took a breath of cold air.

On the empty land north of the entire city wall, torches were as countless as the stars in the sky.

According to Tianma Tanma's estimate, at least three royal tents came to Beidi this time, maybe even four.

This number is basically the same as during the decisive battle with Ning Jin.

There is the Yuan family behind them and Beidi in front of them. It seems that they are bound to win Yanguan this time.

Under Beicheng.

Enko smiled as he listened to the sound of firecrackers coming from the south.

This time the Yuan family cooperated well and launched an attack on Yanguan before them.

There were three other people riding alongside him. They were the kings of Night Wolf, Scimitar, and Tongniu.

For this siege, the Khan appointed a general to control the four kings' tents.

This great leader is not Enke, but the king of Night Wolf King's tent, Bokete.

"Let's fight from the south."

Bokete listened to the sound of the fire cannon being fired in the wind.

He was tall, with a broad face and a wide mouth. Sitting on the horse, he was taller than Enke and the other three.

"It makes sense for Khan to appreciate Enke." Sarge, the king of the Scimitar King's tent, chuckled. "What Kutu has not been able to do in these years, Enke has done it in just a few months."

"Khan has always had a sharp gaze." The deep voice of Ram, the king of the Bronze Bull King's tent, sounded.

Enke said nothing. Although the three kings were praising him, he could not be happy.

The three people's contempt for his father was another form of ridicule towards the Black Iron King's tent.

Although he was unhappy in his heart, he could not show any dissatisfaction.

Among the ten kings of Beidi, only the king of the Black Iron King's tent has a blood relationship with the Khan.

The other kings were all former tribal leaders, or had obtained the throne through military exploits.

Therefore, the other king's accounts looked down upon the Black Iron King's Account and believed that Kutu was not worthy of his name.

Enke has been aware of this since he was a child.

Now, he has become the new king of the Black Iron King's tent.

He did not allow this prejudice to continue to grow on the prairie.

This time, he wanted to prove to others that he was worthy of being the king of the Black Iron King's tent.

"Da Xing is here, please let us, the Black Iron King, go up to the tent first!" Enke jumped off his horse, bent down in front of Bokete, and lowered his head.

Borte let out a burst of laughter, "Enke, you are such a brave boy, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Whether you can go south or not depends on this battle. This is no joke."

"Daxing is here. Enke is eager to wash away the shame of the Black Iron King's tent. Maybe we should give them a chance and let them go first." Sarge's face flickered in the light of the torch, and his voice came slowly. .

He has no good intentions.

Having been on the battlefield for a long time, he knew very well that the casualties in the initial battle were the highest.

When they boarded Yanguan City, they were afraid that they would consume the entire force of the king's tent.

Of course, if this king's tent is really mounted on the city wall, it will naturally make the greatest contribution.

But he didn't believe that the Black Iron King Zhang could capture Yan Pass by himself.

So, it's better to let Enke, who is eager to perform, go first.

After the soldiers from the Black Iron King's tent and Yanguan were exhausted from fighting, they picked peaches again.

Ram laughed softly twice and said nothing.

Bortie naturally knew what Sarge and Ram were thinking.

After pondering for a while, he nodded, "Enke, cherish this opportunity and don't let me down."

In his opinion, the Black Iron Royal Tent is the weakest among the four Royal Tents.

It seems good to let them consume the defensive equipment of Yanguan soldiers.

Rather than keeping the rotten pears at the end, it’s better to throw them out first.

In this way, Enke can still be given a favor.

"I will remember Daxingzai's kindness." Enke raised his head.

He is not stupid and knows the key points of attacking the city first.

But for him, the only way to make up for the shame of the Black Iron King's tent was with his own blood.

"Attack now and capture Yanguan as quickly as possible." Bokete said.

He had to admit that Enke had done something big.

It was only once in ten years that Yanguan was attacked from two sides.

The Khan had great expectations for this siege.

He will never allow failure.

"Yes." Enke nodded.

He came to the team in the Black Iron King's tent and found Kutu.

"Father, this is your chance to wash away your shame. Daxing promised us to attack the city first," Enke said.

Kutu, Tam and Charha had been waiting anxiously.

They all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the news.

Hearing Enke call him his father again, he said: "Enke, my child, if I don't climb the wall of Yanguan, I will not come back alive."

Enke nodded and left silently. If he couldn't take Yanguan, he would not let his father come back alive.

"Woooo..."

A heavy horn sounded.

Kutu raised his scimitar, and the servants slowly stepped forward under his order.

Among these servants were the Dasong people. After the Battle of Ningjindusi, the Dasong people there were divided among the various royal accounts.

There were also Koreans. After they surrendered to the Northern Di, they sent a group of slaves to them.

There were also Omans from the west. After conquering the land there, they captured many Omans.

There were 30,000 such servants in their Black Iron King's tent.

At this time, the servants broke away from the army and moved forward.

The servants in front carried the ladders, and the servants in the middle pushed the tower car.

This is a tall siege weapon, like a tower with wheels, with a ladder inside the tower.

The front of the tower car is covered with a layer of iron armor to protect the soldiers inside from being attacked by bows and arrows.

Each tower car can hold 30 soldiers at a time.

When they arrived at the foot of the city, the doors of these tower cars were pushed open.

At this time, as long as the ladder was leaned against the city wall, the soldiers could climb the city wall more quickly.

At the end of the servants was the supervisory team holding scimitars.

Any servants who escaped during the battle would be chopped into meat paste by them.

To the Beidi people, the lives of servants are as cheap as ants.

However, they cannot die in battle, and they do not have to continue to live.

On the top of Yanguan City.

The atmosphere is as heavy as a dark cloud.

Listening to the footsteps approaching step by step, every soldier even suppresses his breathing.

"Swoosh, swoosh..."

"Boom, boom..."

In this tense atmosphere, the sound of arrows breaking through the air came from the air, and at the same time, the Beidi people's muskets emitted light.

In that flash, Mo Yu estimated that there were at least seven or eight hundred muskets.

When the arrows attacked, the Yanguan soldiers immediately raised their shields to protect the archers.

Compared with the arrow rain of the Yuan family, the Beidi people's arrow rain came more densely.

The arrows poured down like raindrops in a rainstorm.

For a while, the metal collision sound of the arrows landing, the shattering sound of the stone bullets, and the screams of the Yanguan soldiers mixed together.

Mo Yu's attention was not diverted, and he always paid attention to the movements under the city.

Feeling the sound of footsteps and wheels rolling, he shouted: "Light the fire!"

There is a trench in front of the north gate.

This is a trench more than two meters wide, like a moat, stretching in front of Yanguan.

Flowing in the trench are thick layers of kerosene.

Before the Yuan family attacked the south gate, the soldiers at the north gate poured kerosene into it.

"Light the fire." Mo Yu ordered.

The role of the trench is to delay the enemy's attack, and at the same time illuminate the nearby area to give the soldiers on the city wall a wider field of vision.

Getting his order, the archers lit arrows and shot at the city wall.

Instantly, the nobles thirty meters away from the city wall emerged from below like a fire dragon.

Under the light of the fire, Mo Yu saw dense Beidi soldiers holding scimitars and staying a few meters away from the trench.

These soldiers are distributed from east to west on every piece of land.

"Shoot!"

Seeing so many Beidi soldiers showing up, the generals of Yanguan shouted one by one.

There was a sound of bowstrings, and a wave of arrows rained down on the Northern Di army.