"The people of Beidi have attacked the city!"

The fire in the north lit up, accompanied by the low sound of the muskets.

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

At this moment, a trace of white fish belly appeared in the sky in the east.

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

"Soldiers, have you heard it? That is the horn of the attack of the Beidi army. We are about to win. As long as Yan Pass is broken, from now on, the great praises to the imperial court and the eight major tribes are just bullshits. The Yuan family will be the real master of the people." Guo Tu's shouting was extremely excited.

When the Yuan generals heard this, they all felt energetic.

It was midnight, and the south gate of Yanguan was still as solid as a god.

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

During the attack, the defending party naturally occupies a good position, and if you want to win, you must have at least three times the strength of the troops.

Until now, their morale is a little depressed.

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

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

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

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

At the south gate, the soldiers of Yanguan had dinner in shifts. As soon as they climbed the city wall, they heard the shouts of the soldiers of the Yuan family.

"Quick, hurry, hurry, go back to your own position." Jiang Han's face was scratched by a piece of gravel, leaving a blood mark.

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

Now, these Yuan family soldiers rushed up again as if they were injected with chicken blood.

“Roll the wood.”

"Sulphur oil."

"gravel."

"The musket shot over there."

“…”

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

In the middle of the night, more than 3,000 people were killed or killed, and the city walls are now covered with blood.

However, the Yuan family was not feeling well. The bodies of their soldiers were piled up under the city walls, forming a slope like sandbags.

The city walls of Nancheng are not high, and these piles of corpses make it easier for Yuan's soldiers to climb the city wall.

Guo Tu also means using corpses to replace the ladder.

Every time the charge is a soldier who builds the bodies together.

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

The Beidi people relied on the advantages of bows and arrows to throw the rain of arrows onto the city walls in waves.

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

"put!"

"put!"

"put!"

“…”

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

At the North Gate, he concentrated 80% of the defensive resources such as muskets, archers, rolling wood, turbulent oil, etc. in order to deal with the siege of Beidi.

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

Mo Yu nodded solemnly.

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

They also knew how the Beidi people fought.

So to this point, the people of Beidi died of servants, while they died of real soldiers.

Just because of this, he felt extremely distressed when he looked at the bodies of Yanguan soldiers being carried down.

"kill!"

Looking at the servant soldiers who were rushing towards him like a tide, Mo Yu pulled out his sword and pointed it at the city.

For a moment, the rain of arrows, stone bombs, gravel, and rolling wood fell again.

Outside the city.

Kutu stood at the end of the servant army formation, and he looked anxiously at the top of the city.

The tenacity of the Yanguan soldiers exceeded his imagination.

Now he seemed to understand why the attack on Yanguan had failed in the past ten years.

The city walls more than ten meters high made it very difficult for them to siege the city.

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

And most importantly, he could not see any hope of winning.

Tam and Charha were also anxious.

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

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

Obviously, with these 30,000 people, they could not touch the head of Yanguan City.

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

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

Enko rode up and came forward.

Although he hoped that these servants would take down the Yanguan walls with only these servants, there was no doubt that this was a luxury.

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

"The reputation of the Black Iron King's Principal is here. Even if there is only the last person left in the tent, I will climb the city wall for me." Enko shouted, his eyes swept over Kutu and the other two.

Kutu looked at Enko, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

He got off the horse, picked up the scimitar and walked to the front of the servants.

Tam and Charha followed Kutu and raised their scimitars.

Enko watched his father all the way, and at this moment he suddenly felt relieved that his father was not a coward.

"Kill, take Yan Pass, take Yanzhou, take Yan King's head!" Kutu shouted.

He pointed the scimitar at the top of Yanguan City, and he and Tam took the lead in rushing towards the Yanguan City Wall.

Kutu took the lead, and the soldiers in the Black Iron King's tent were immediately shocked.

They shouted and rushed over with Kutu.

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

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

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

The battle continues.

From morning to noon, and from noon to night.

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

All the servants died, and the soldiers from the Black Iron King's tent made up for the attack again.

The corpses under the city were piled up higher and higher. In the evening, the people of Beidi climbed onto the city walls.

"Da Song Dog, die for me!" Chalha stuck the ladder on the mountain of corpses and jumped onto the city wall.

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

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

"Swoosh swish swish..."

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

Tamden was caught in several arrows and fell to the ground.

"Tam." Charha's eyes were red.
To be continued...