Outside Jinyang City, Huchuquan led 50,000 cavalry into a team of 50,000 people. They were ready with simple siege equipment. Although Huchuquan sounded arrogant, he did not underestimate his opponent. "Hou Mochencheng, take Jinyang City for me." Hu Chuquan said calmly. "The prince can rest assured to leave it to me." Hou Mochencheng, the general of ten thousand people, replied.
At the top of Jinyang City, Yang Xuanmo led everyone to look at the dark southern Xiongnu army camp, and thought for a while, "This battle is not easy to fight." Yang Xuanmo looked at the generals again and couldn't help but feel quiet again. There is Jia Kui in literature and generals in military affairs. Even though there are hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu, there is nothing to fear.
"Pei Yuanqing, Gao Shun listened to the order and ordered you two to lead an army of five thousand to guard the west city of Jinyang. Gao Aocao ordered you to lead an army of five thousand to guard the south city of Jinyang. Purple Faced Heavenly King Xiong Kuohai and I led an army of four thousand plus five hundred personal guards. Facing the enemy and guarding the north city, Yang Xuanba and Li Yong advanced to defend the east city of Jinyang and led five thousand troops. Jia Kui led ten thousand troops as a reserve team to be ready for reinforcements at any time under my orders. Li Ruhui was responsible for the logistics and deployment of defensive equipment. At the same time, the Jinyang arsenal was opened, and there was no equipment. All of them are equipped with Han official and military equipment. They will defend Jinyang City to the death." Yang Xuanmo arranged the arrangements calmly.
The purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai looked at the enemy with excitement and no fear at all. Yang Xuanmo put his hand on the sword and took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of fighting spirit and determination.
The purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai asked Yang Xuanmo: "How to fight the third brother? Do you need me to go down to the city to kill him first to boost my momentum?"
"Everyone has seen the bravery of Big Brother. In this battle, we will focus on defending the city. The century-old Jinyang City is high and deep, and we can't afford to fight these Hun bastards alone. When Big Brother goes to war," Yang Xuanmo said with a smile.
Hou Mochencheng, the general under Huchuquan, the second prince of the Southern Xiongnu, commanded a team of ten thousand people to start the attack. Row after row of Southern Xiongnu cavalry jumped off their horses, eager to try with scimitars and shields in hand.
A rush of war drums sounded, and dozens of catapults in front of the southern Huns army began to move. The Southern Huns soldiers placed round stone balls wrapped with dry grass on the trebuchet. Someone shouted: "Light the fire, let it go."
Buzz…
Accompanied by the knocking sound of the trebuchet's launcher, burning fireballs rose into the sky and flew straight towards the top of Jinyang City. Only a series of loud noises were heard. The city wall of Jinyang was hit by a bolide. Everyone standing at the top of Jinyang City can feel the city wall trembling under their feet.
The siege of the Southern Huns began.
In an instant, the city of Jinyang fell into chaos. There has been no war in Jinyang City for nearly a hundred years, and well-trained soldiers will inevitably be frightened when encountering such a big scene. In other words, only freaks like the purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai are not afraid. This is human nature.
After the southern Xiongnu army fired three rounds of fireballs at the foot of Jinyang City, five groups of archers lined up. The injured arrows of these southern Xiongnu soldiers were all wrapped in dry grass and doused with kerosene. After being ignited, they were lined up in rows with the command to fire. Rockets shot towards the top of Jinyang City.
Yang Xuanmo at the top of Jinyang City looked at the changes below the city very calmly. The rumble of war drums sounded from the southern Xiongnu army formation. Hou Mochencheng, the commander of this army of ten thousand people, raised his sword high and shouted angrily: "Avenge the little king, bloodbath." In Jinyang City, no chickens or dogs will be left behind. Attack, attack."
Groups of Southern Huns soldiers carried the proposed ladders and rushed towards Jinyang City. They shouted the slogan "Wash Jinyang City, take revenge." like crazy. Yang Xuanmo slowly raised his right hand with a sinking face. Purple-faced King Xiong Kuohai shouted sternly: "Archers, prepare..." When these Southern Huns soldiers approached the shooting range, Yang Xuanmo suddenly waved his arm. The purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai shouted: "Fire the arrows." Rows of sharp arrows roared towards the enemy.
The collapse and screams of the people in front did not bring mercy or a pause in the footsteps of their companions. The Southern Huns soldiers continued to charge without fear of death. The archers drew their bows and released arrows mercilessly and mechanically. The arrows were like raindrops, harvesting the lives of the Southern Huns invaders.
Life is fragile to war, now, past and in the future.
The moat of Jinyang City was quickly filled up by the southern Xiongnu army, and ladders were placed at the top of Jinyang City. Yang Xuanmo shouted: "Pour down the kerosene and burn these bastards to death." Jars may have poured down from the top of the city, drenching the Southern Huns soldiers who were attacking the city. Before these people could react, a volley of rockets was fired, instantly burning. A fire broke out.
The sound of burning flames echoed through the sky along with the screams of the Southern Huns soldiers, and all the ladders used to attack the city were burned down.
This wall of fire swallowed up the lives of two thousand Southern Huns.
After an hour, the fire oil burned out, and roars came from the southern Xiongnu camp again. Thousands of brave southern Xiongnu warriors who were not afraid of death launched an attack on Jinyang again. Arrows rained down from the top of Jinyang City, and there were countless rolling wooden thunder soldiers. They repelled the attacks of the Southern Huns army time and time again. It was not until dark that the Bingzhou Army defeated the Southern Xiongnu's five attacks. The Southern Xiongnu retreated back to their camp at the cost of 4,500 people.
Yang Xuanmo at the top of Jinyang City looked solemn. The Southern Huns lost four to five thousand men, just like a drop in the bucket. The Jinyang defenders in Bingzhou lost nearly a thousand people in the battle, which was a big trouble. The total number of Jinyang's Bingzhou Army was 30,000, plus Yang Xuanmo's Shanshan Army and the state's government officials were less than 40,000. Sooner or later, the city would be destroyed and people would die.
There was no words for a night. The next day, at dawn, the Southern Huns army began to attack again. This time Hou Mochencheng personally went into battle and led the southern Xiongnu soldiers to attack the city.
This time was obviously much more organized than yesterday. First, a large number of eagle shooters were used to suppress the archers of Jinyang City. At the same time, the ten thousand general Hou Mochencheng charged with a large Han army's standard ring-headed sword in one hand and an iron shield in the other. At the front of the line. Aerial ladders made from newly cut trees were erected and hung on the city wall of Jinyang. The fearless Southern Huns soldiers scrambled to climb up the ladder to the city wall.
Rolling oil and pieces of rolling wood and rocks fell from the top of Jinyang City like raindrops.
The Southern Xiongnu soldiers fought with such desperate tactics that the Bingzhou army defending the city had no time to breathe. They fought one after another. The battle situation can only be described as tragic.
Hou Mochencheng, a general of ten thousand people from the Southern Huns, held a large ring-headed sword in his mouth, raised a shield with one hand to block arrows and stones, climbed a ladder with his hands and was as dexterous as a monkey, and climbed a five-foot-high city wall in just a few clicks. When they came up, the soldiers guarding the city held long spears in their hands and stabbed Hou Mochencheng. Hou Mochencheng used an iron shield to separate the spears and hacked the soldiers guarding the city to death with a backhand knife. Turn over and climb to the top of Jinyang City. Hou Mochencheng howled excitedly, and the soldiers behind him also boarded the city.
Just when these Southern Huns soldiers wanted to expand their victory, a voice said coldly: "Since you are here, let's stay." These people found a strong man about eight feet tall and covered in iron armor running towards them. A pair of giant axes, each one the size of a washbasin, were like a whirlwind slashing at Hou Mochencheng, the general of ten thousand soldiers of the Southern Huns. A cold light suddenly appeared, and someone used the giant axe to move Hou Mochencheng from his head to his crotch. Split in half.
Just a moment ago, he was immersed in the joy of reaching Jinyang City first, but the next second he was split in half. After killing Hou Mochencheng, the big Han tiger roared and killed all the fifty or sixty people who came to the city. And repelled an offensive from the Southern Huns.
Facing the retreating Southern Xiongnu, the man with the giant ax shouted at the top of the city: "You bunch of bastards, you have such delusions of hope that you want to break through Jinyang City." After saying this, he spat thick phlegm at the bottom of the city.
The other three gates of Jinyang were not attacked by the Southern Huns. It seemed that this second day was still a test.
In the evening, both armies, which had been fighting fiercely all day, rested. The Bingzhou Governor's Mansion in Jinyang City was brightly lit and crowded. Everyone is confused about what Jinyang should do next.
