The night breeze is slightly cool.
The war horses neighed.
In the dead of night, Zhu Qingge came to the carriage, opened the curtain, and asked, "Brother Li, come out and get some air. I have ordered the patrolling soldiers not to allow anyone to come near this place."
"Um."
In the carriage, Li Ziye responded softly, and with the help of Xiaosi, he got out of the carriage.
Zhu Qingge moved the machine chair down and said with concern, "Shall I arrange a tent for Brother Li?"
"Need not."
Li Ziye refused, "I just need to come out and take a breather. No one can know my whereabouts except the Crown Prince and the Prince and you guys."
"Brother Li, I never had time to ask, if the Rakshasa Army's emptiness is discovered by the Mobei West Road army, how should we deal with it?" Zhu Qingge asked in a solemn voice.
"Secure the defense city."
Li Ziye replied, "Repair the fortifications as soon as possible and hold on tight."
"The Acropolis has been captured once by the Mobei army. Now it is a dead city with nothing left. Can it be defended?" Zhu Qingge asked.
"If you can't defend it, you have to defend it."
Li Ziye stared at the east and said softly, "The opponents are the Tantai Goddess and the Mobei Iron Cavalry. Without the determination to die, it is impossible to win. The war between the two dynasties has been going on so far. The reason why Dashang was so beaten by the Eight Tribes of Mobei The reason for the embarrassment is that the eight tribes in Mobei regarded this war as a life and death battle, but the great merchants never had the intention to sink the boat."
Having said this, Li Ziye looked at the Crown Prince of Southwest and asked, "Crown Prince, have you seen the looks in the eyes of the soldiers of Mobei?"
"No."
Zhu Qingge shook his head and responded.
"I've seen it up close."
Li Ziye said solemnly, "Those are the eyes of someone who is ready to die. They have experienced the suffering of the cold winter, so they know better than anyone else that if this war cannot be won, not only will they die, but their parents, wives, and children will also die." Death, since they will die no matter what, then they would rather die on the battlefield!"
When Zhu Qingge heard this, his expression was shocked.
As the commander-in-chief, he understood how terrible it would be if all the soldiers in an army had a death wish.
The sad soldiers will win!
What's even more frightening is that the current situation is that the Mobei Eight Divisions are not like one army, but the entire Eight Divisions.
"In this war, the Mobei Eight Divisions paid more than just hundreds of thousands of cavalry."
Li Ziye sighed softly, "Since the beginning of the war, Baidi City has been constantly adding troops to the Mobei Third Army. There are so many soldiers and horses in Mobei. They are overdrawing." In the next ten or even twenty years of vitality, the father dies in battle, the son mounts his horse with a sword, the elder brother dies in battle, and the younger brother rushes to the battlefield. This is such a desperate determination. The Mobei people are already good at riding and shooting, and they are not afraid of it. The spirit of life and death has created the unshakable myth of Mobei Cavalry today."
"I see."
Zhu Qingge fell silent after listening to the former's words. After a moment, he said, "No wonder, Brother Li, you have always emphasized that in order to defeat the Eight Tribes of Mobei, you must first repel the Tianyu Army, and then gather all your strength before you can fight with The eight tribes in Mobei fight to the death."
"The Heavenly Mandate Army and the Silver Armored Cavalry are very strong, but they are only very strong."
Li Ziye said calmly, "Although they are very strong, they can be defeated. Unlike the Eight Tribes of Mobei, they are not defeated, but die in battle!"
In the eight tribes of Mobei, he had seen what it means for a general to die in a hundred battles.
There has never been another era where all the kings of a clan went to war in person.
Even the monarchs are fighting on the battlefield, how could the soldiers of the eight tribes in Mobei not give up their lives?
"drive!"
At this moment, thousands of miles away, with war horses galloping and dust flying, Tantai Jingyue and Lord Bai Di led the west-route army towards the Acropolis.
Not long after, a small city appeared in front of the mighty Mobei Iron Cavalry.
The dilapidated city is full of scorch marks from the flames of war. At this moment, in the city, the soldiers of the Rakshasa Army are seizing the time to build fortifications to resist the Mobei army that may arrive at any time.
About an hour later, outside the acropolis, the troops from Mobei West Road arrived one after another.
"Xu."
Outside the city, Tantai Jingyue reined in his horse and looked at the Rakshasa army in the city ahead, but was not in a hurry to order an attack on the city.
On the side, Lord Bai Di also stopped and asked, "They really came here and started fighting?"
"Not urgent."
Tantai Jingyue shook his head and replied, "We'll wait until all the catapults and siege engines arrive before attacking. Now, it's not enough."
While the two were talking, chariots arrived one after another from behind the army. Then, the soldiers on the chariots quickly got off and began to assemble catapults and siege vehicles.
The completely dismantled catapults and siege engines gradually took shape under the assembly of Mobei soldiers. It was obvious that the development of Mobei's eight siege equipment had reached a very high level.
In the sky, the bright moon moves westward, and dawn follows.
As the sun rose in the east, more catapults arrived from behind the Mobei army and were then assembled one after another.
In the city, on the city tower, the soldiers of the Rakshasa Army looked at the rows of catapults under the city and felt their scalps numb.
"Young Master."
In the carriage of the southwestern army heading north, Xiao Si looked at the young master holding his right hand tightly in front of him and asked with concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"no."
Li Ziye responded calmly, "I'm waiting for news."
"information?"
Xiaosi asked in confusion, "Where's the news?"
"Reinforcements."
Li Ziye said softly, "The Acropolis cannot withstand the fierce attack of the Mobei West Road army. Their catapults can destroy the city walls and towers. If they can attack the Acropolis once, they can attack it a second time. Therefore, if reinforcements cannot If we arrive in time, those 40,000 Rakshasa troops will be completely eaten by the Mobei West Road army."
"Are there any reinforcements near the Acropolis?" Xiaosi asked doubtfully.
"Not originally."
Li Ziye responded, "However, I sent someone to invite him in advance."
"Who?" Xiaosi asked in surprise.
"The eleventh prince, Mu Qing!" Li Ziye replied.
The last thing the Eight Ministries of Mobei want to do is to fight a war of attrition with Dashang. If Mu Qing's 60,000 soldiers and horses can arrive in time, the danger of guarding the city can be solved.
Tantai Jingyue will never let her 60,000 cavalry and Rakshasa army and Mu Qing's 60,000 people consume each other in the small city of Acropolis, because it is not worth it.
Therefore, from now on, the 40,000 Rakshasa army must defend with their lives.
When the city is broken, street fighting begins. A street or a room can become a battlefield. As long as you persist until reinforcements arrive, there is hope.
In the battle of the Acropolis, the competition is not only about combat power, but also about willpower. If the Rakshasa Army is afraid, then it will be defeated in an instant.
In this way, the Rakshasa Army does not deserve to win this war, and neither does Dashang.
Under the morning light, the sun shone through the car curtains and into the car. Li Ziye looked at the east, his eyes getting colder and colder.
His plan only goes so far, and the rest is up to them.
