The battle situation in Dongcheng was tense, and Jiang Yong, the defender of Nancheng, led his army to come to support.
"How's it going?"
"Crazy, these Northern Army are all crazy! Such a desperate beating!" Fu Qitong was covered in blood and cursed angrily.
Jiang Yong looked around, and saw that all the Anxi guards in the east city were injured, and almost everyone was mourning. There were corpses on the ground, with the corpses of Anxi soldiers and Beidi soldiers piled on top of each other. It seemed that the Northland Army had already attacked the city wall and was repulsed.
"Who is leading the troops? It can't be that Fang Shougong, right?"
"Who else could it be besides him? Look, the Northland Army only has 40,000 troops, and the supervising team behind them has 5,000 troops. One out of eight, is he crazy!"
"Where are the others?"
"I led the troops to attack the city once, but the few soldiers were killed by me. Now I am pushing the battering ram myself! If a general does not lead the troops, he will think of ways to risk his life with me! Bah! What if I..."
Fu Qitong seemed to have suffered a loss at his hands. He was cursing and had no good words at the moment.
Jiang Yong looked at the corpses on the ground and sighed: "The casualties are too heavy. Let's call out and let the soldiers on both sides rest for a while."
Fuqitong rolled his eyes: "Do you think I didn't shout? He just didn't listen. The four battering rams hit each other. I really wanted to rush out..."
Jiang Yong patted Fu Qitong and said, "Okay, take the people down to rest for a while. I'll keep watch for a while."
Fu Qitong cursed and greeted the wounded soldiers on the wall, and then got off the wall. The guards above and below the city were all replaced by Jiang Yong's south gate guards.
"Where is General Fang? I am Anxi Jiang Yong, please tell me~!"
Fang Shougong heard the shouting on the city wall and ordered "Keep hitting!" and then retreated from the city gate.
Both sides simultaneously signaled their soldiers to suspend the attack.
"It turns out to be General Jiang. It's been a long time."
"General Fang is a famous general in the north, but now he doesn't care about his soldiers, causing many casualties and injuries. It is quite unwise!"
Fang Shougong looked at Jiang Yong steadily: "Is Anxi going to surrender?"
"..." Jiang Yong was speechless, choked to death by these four words.
"Anxi is about to surrender?!" Fang Shougong asked again.
"This is... the prince's intention..." Jiang Yong lost his confidence. No matter where the word surrender was, it would be a shame for the general.
Fang Shougong turned around and shouted to the wounded Northland soldiers behind him: "Anxi is about to surrender!!!"
Countless soldiers from the North gnashed their teeth and stared with red eyes.
Many people may have been soldiers and generals in their families for generations, and it is unknown how many people died at the hands of the Beiyi people for generations. Anxi and Beidi were originally close friends, but now Anxi wants to surrender to Beidi. How can they endure this?
"I will not surrender until I die!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, his voice was a little childish, he sounded like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.
"I will not surrender until I die!"
"I will not surrender until I die!"
"I will not surrender until I die!"
One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the sound flowed from front to back, and everyone shouted and refused to give up.
Loud and impassioned!
"If you don't surrender, what should we do?" Fang Shougong's eyes seemed to be filled with overwhelming anger.
"war!"
The second round of siege begins...
At the north gate of Fengcheng, Jin Xiao held an iron gun and galloped back and forth outside the north gate: "All the Anxi troops in the city, listen to me!"
"Among the three vassals, I know that Anxi has the hardest time and fights with Beiyi the most frequently. You... have achieved great results for your hard work!"
"I'm none other than Jin Xiao, the prince of the North. I don't want to change my name in office or in office! If you Anxi can't guard it today, I'll guard it for you!"
After saying these three sentences, Jin Xiao didn't expect a response, turned his horse's head, and rushed towards the approaching Beiyi Army.
Flag hunting, the "gold" flag followed closely behind Jin Xiao, and behind him were ten thousand soldiers from the North, charging into the battle.
When Ji Silang saw this scene on the city, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "Attack in the east city, defend in the north city... There is a good prince in the north..."
The war is fierce and the horses are fierce, and the teeth are intertwined.
Hu Yanlan reacted immediately. As he expected, Beidi's movements were too fast. After learning the news of King Anxi's death, he sent a large army to come as soon as possible. I don’t know if my actions aroused their sensitivity...
But now is not the time to think about this. The North's 10,000 troops are right in front of them. To take Fengcheng, they must first defeat this North's army.
Beiyi had three thousand cavalry. Before they could disperse their cavalry and fire on both sides, Jin Xiao had already rushed into the military formation.
An iron spear was not as powerful as the big spears of Li Yaoyang and Tibano, but it was not something ordinary soldiers could withstand.
Blood was sprinkled on the land of Mobei, and wailing broke out everywhere. Although there were only 10,000 northern soldiers, they faced the northern Yi soldiers immediately and were not at a disadvantage.
"Who is that?" Hu Yanlan saw Jin Xiao from afar. Among the thousands of troops, he was the only one who was unstoppable and charged at him wantonly.
"That is... the crown prince of the Northland." Someone who knew him recognized Jin Xiao's identity at a glance.
"Jin Xiao? Is it the Jin Xiao who once led more than ten people to defeat my three thousand Northern Yi warriors?" Hu Yanlan thought about it. This kid was also a famous figure in the Northern Yi in his early years.
You must know that Beiyi soldiers and horses are stronger than Daqi's soldiers and horses. No matter which one is fighting alone, Beiyi soldiers have an absolute advantage.
Those who can adapt to and survive the harsh climate in the north are the strong ones.
"Leave him alone, leave 20,000 troops and entangle them, we will bypass and capture Fengcheng first!" Hu Yanlan clearly prioritized.
Soon, the 40,000 Northern Yi soldiers were divided into two groups. One group slowly surrounded the 10,000 Northern Army, and the other group followed Hu Yanlan to bypass the battlefield and go straight to Fengcheng.
"Your Majesty!"
"I saw it. If you have a horse, follow me!"
Jin Xiao charged forward, breaking through the siege first and heading towards Fengcheng. Behind them, only a few hundred people of the Northern Cavalry followed, breaking away from the siege.
There were some Beiyi cavalry wandering around the periphery. Seeing this, they quickly followed up, bending their bows and drawing arrows.
After several rounds of arrows, there were only a few dozen northern cavalrymen left, following Jin Xiao closely.
The Beiyi soldiers and horses marched around the formation, not as fast as Jin Xiao's straight forward. Jin Xiao led dozens of people to rush to the city gate first.
"On the city, I, Jin Xiao, am right here. If you want to launch a cold arrow, you have to do it early!" Jin Xiao raised his head and shouted at the city gate.
Ji Silang stretched out his hand to stop the guards, lest someone miss and shoot an arrow: "Don't move for now, and then take a look."
After a while, Hu Yanlan also led the army to the city gate. The 20,000-strong army blocked the way, blocking the fighting on the battlefield in the distance.
Jin Xiao couldn't see the fighting situation of his northern soldiers and horses in the distance. Dozens of people faced 20,000 northern soldiers naked.
"The Crown Prince of the North has such a respected status, but he also personally fights in battle?"
"Now that you know my name, why don't you get out of here!" Jin Xiao said nothing polite.
"Huh, arrogant, I don't think anyone can save you now!" Hu Yanlan was also angered. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of cavalry came out of the formation and charged towards Jin Xiao and others.
Jin Xiao tightened the reins fiercely, the horse raised its front hooves, raised its head to the sky and neighed: "Those who are afraid of you are not heroes!"
Dozens versus hundreds, there was originally a fight that had no suspense, but Jin Xiao killed them all, rushed out, and then fought back to the city gate.
The city gate was closed tightly, and there was no one around Jin Xiao.
Hundreds of people, more than half were lost.
"Do you still dare to come?" Hu Yanlan asked with a sneer.
"Come!"
In the second round of charging, Jin Xiao returned alone again. This time he really returned alone. Even the horse underneath him was stabbed to death. He ran back on two legs.
The Beiyi cavalry lost dozens more people.
Jin Xiao was dressed in armor, shining brightly under the scorching sun. Standing alone by the suspension bridge, he looked at the Beiyi army proudly, without any fear.
"Come on!" Hu Yanlan lost patience. Such a person might only have one gun left, and he would stick it outside the city gate.
Seeing too much is meaningless and a waste of time.
Nearly a hundred cavalrymen charged again, and just as Jin Xiao was about to meet them, there was a heavy sound of the city gate behind them.
"Hahahaha! Fengcheng's gate has opened!" Hu Yanlan laughed crazily.
Six years ago, he once attacked Fengcheng at night, but in the end he was driven back to the north in a hurry; six years later, the city gate opened by itself, inviting him to enter the city!
A shameful apology!
Jin Xiao charged and killed several times, but was already exhausted. He is not a master of martial arts, and he never boasts about his identity as the heir to others. When he meets people he doesn't know, he always says that he is just a martial artist in the North.
Being able to persist until now is already far better than others.
"Warrior... shrouded in horse leather..." Jin Xiao muttered to himself, his figure crumbling.
"drive!!!"
Two war horses, one on the left and one on the right, rushed out from both sides of Jin Xiao. Then, countless war horses rushed out. The sound of horses' hooves made the suspension bridge sway slightly, and the water in the moat made ripples.
Jin Xiao smiled slightly, but finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.
A big hand gently supported Jin Xiao from behind: "Help the prince of Beidi to enter the city to rest!"
The charging Anxi cavalry army crashed into the Beiyi army formation. The Beiyi army was unprepared and was knocked upside down.
Hu Yanlan was shocked: "You guys!"
"You little thief, King Anxi is dead. This city should belong to the imperial court. How can I allow you to run wild!"
Jin Xiao finally forced his eyes open and saw a majestic general, dragging a spring and autumn sword, rushing towards the Beiyi army formation...
In the late spring of the thirteenth year of Qingguan's reign, 40,000 troops from Beiyi were defeated in Fengcheng by Beidi and Anxi armies totaling nearly 100,000 troops. The entire territory of Anxi, starting from Fengcheng, was under the control of the imperial court.
Hu Yanlan took only a few hundred people with him and fled north in a hurry again.
Along the way, Hu Yanlan's face was ashen. The scene six years ago was now happening again. I thought that Fengcheng would be within easy reach, but I didn't expect that Jin Xiao would be another variable.
"So... so cruel! Send the crown prince to Fengcheng to 'die'! What a big move!"
What Hu Yanlan didn't know was that the act of 'sending death' was due to Jin Xiao's own character.
After Jin Xiao led his army back to the city, the King of the North cried heartbrokenly for the first time in his life when he saw his scarred precious son.
"Dad...why are you crying? Just keep it." Jin Xiao smiled innocently and said nonchalantly.
"Okay...ok...my son is brave, defended, defended..."
Just when Hu Yanlan was tired of running for his life, yellow sand suddenly rose. When the wind and sand gradually calmed down, seven people stood in front of the horse...
