I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 406: The Enemy is at the Gate! Break the City!
The Yong people are here!

And it came so quickly!

……

November is already halfway over.

The extremely cold white disaster also began to gradually show its power.

The heavy snow poured down like goose feathers, crushing the yurts and freezing people and animals to death.

For countless years in the past, everyone living on the grassland hated this damn weather and feared its horror.

But this year they are extremely fortunate and grateful for it all.

In their original expectation, with such extreme weather barriers, even if the Yong people wanted to take revenge, they would not be able to come this year.

The earliest we can do this is when the weather warms up next spring.

So when everyone saw the black tide flooding the snow-white grass and rushing towards Dragon City, their astonishment and panic were beyond words.

The cold wind and heavy snow did not stop the Yong army.

It was not until this moment that they suddenly realized that they had underestimated the Yong people.

Underestimated the strong will of the Yong people.

He even underestimated the terrifying power of the Yongren Champion Marquis.

It’s a pity that they woke up a little late.

"We should have thought of it earlier... We should have thought of it earlier!"

Karasuma Takatane looked into the distance with a pale face, muttering to himself.

Feeling regretful and hopeless.

After all, this is not difficult to predict.

Back then, the prince of Yong had only 300 defeated soldiers, but he still dared to sweep across the grassland and trample on Longcheng.

Now that we are on the verge of a great victory, what does this little bit of wind and snow matter?
His thoughts suddenly changed, and when he saw the countless black-armored cavalry approaching quickly in the distance, he, who had originally been determined to fight, suddenly began to waver.

"How about...let's surrender?"

The noble man spoke in a hoarse voice as his throat moved with difficulty.

"The Southern Dogs are at their peak, I'm afraid we can't stop them."

After hearing this, the few people who looked into the distance with him did not respond, but their flashing and fearful eyes were enough to explain everything.

They were a little scared.

Compared with those ordinary barbarians who live on the edge of a knife, these nobles who live in Dragon City are used to a comfortable life.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, you will still lack some courage.

Before the arrival of the Yong army, he relied on the passion in his heart and was able to speak freely.

Wait until you actually see those black-armored cavalry rushing towards you and face the terrifying pressure head-on.

The passion in my heart was immediately chilled by the cold winter wind and snow.

All I could feel was the endless fear of impending death.

Just when a few people could no longer suppress their trembling and were about to change their positions, suddenly a roar came from behind them.

"We have to stop it even if we can't!"

Along with this roar came the backbone of the main war faction of Longcheng.

A group of more than ten people flew to the top of the city and directly ordered the city gate to be blocked.

Then he looked at the few people who had begun to waver with an angry look and said hatefully.

"Are you also going to kneel down and serve the Yong people like those spineless people?"

They were silent for a while, but their expressions calmed down.

"The Yong people arrived too quickly, and the city is in such chaos again."

“This battle cannot be fought.”

If they had that half-year buffer period, when they had completely suppressed the other faction and integrated the forces in the city, they would still be able to fight.

Unfortunately, the Yong people did not give them this time.

Given the current situation in the city, it is impossible to defend it.

At this point, one of them suddenly said.

"What's more, we were saved by that man before. If we surrender to him, it can be considered as repaying his kindness."

If the army had not arrived, they would certainly not have remembered the life-saving grace.

But isn’t the army coming now?

For some people in this world, the prerequisite for making them "virtuous" is to first have the power to make them "fear power".

Hearing the confident words of these people, the group of people who had just reached the top of the city wall paused.

Obviously they also knew that under the current circumstances, this battle could not be fought and the city could not be defended.

After a long while, the leader spoke in a muffled voice.

"Even if it's 'peace', you can't just ask for 'peace'!"

"Otherwise, the Yong people will definitely look down on you! You will only be bullied and humiliated in return!"

As he spoke, the nobleman from a branch of the Wuhuan royal family let out a long sigh.

"The Yong people have a saying: 'Use fighting to promote peace.'"

"If you still want to have power and wealth, you must fight first."

"You are all smart people. This principle should not be difficult to understand."

Hearing this, several people frowned and thought for a while.

If the sheep on the grassland are too weak when facing the ferocious wolves, they will be eaten up completely.

On the contrary, it is the flock of sheep that fights back that will make the wolf afraid.

Now the Yong people are the ferocious wolves, and they are the sheep under the claws of the wolves.

Only if they make the Yong people fearful will they be qualified to negotiate terms with them.

Perhaps in the end I can still retain my current power and wealth.

After understanding what the other party meant, they hesitated for a while and finally nodded.

"Okay, let's have a fight first!"

After these words were spoken, the noble leader finally smiled.

Then he said nothing more and disappeared from the city wall with the people behind him.

They need to be quick!

We must stabilize the situation before the Yong people attack the city.

Otherwise, everything is over.

As for how to deal with it after this?
It doesn't matter anymore.

As long as they can hold those Yong people back for a while, that's enough.

The noble man in the lead, who had the blood of a branch of the Wuhuan royal family, looked back at the city wall he had just left and sighed in his heart.

"The family fortune has fallen to such a low point, what can the followers do?"

But after this sigh, he quickly cheered up.

"There is still hope! As long as you are alive, there is hope!"

Next, they traveled around the city walls, persuading various forces.

This even includes the peace-loving faction that has been fighting with them over the past few days.

The rhetoric is still the same.

Use fighting to promote peace.

Even if we surrender, we can still negotiate terms with the Yong people.

This is better than just lying down and letting the Yong people take everything from them.

And it is undeniable that this rhetoric does work.

It took almost no effort to convince all the forces in the city.

Even the faction that had always advocated surrender, after careful consideration, chose to close the city gates and adopt a defensive posture.

But they have already made up their minds.

Once the Yong people's offensive becomes too fierce, they will not delay for a moment when it is time to surrender.

This is to avoid angering the Yong people, who would then destroy the entire Longcheng after breaking into the city, and cut off the last bloodline of the Wuhuan tribe.

……

November 17th.

It snowed heavily.

Han Shao, who used his magical powers to hide his whereabouts all the way, finally walked through the thick snow and ran all the way to the foot of Longcheng.

Looking at the majestic city not far away, Han Shao, who was revisiting the old place, exhaled a breath of hot air.

The misty white fog penetrated the void in front of me, which was quite interesting.

"Let them attack first."

Along the way, Han Shao did not take the initiative to seek trouble with the tribes along the way.

But the grassland is vast, and even though it has experienced many disasters, there are always tribes that are lucky enough to survive the hard times.

But that was the end of the luck for these tribes.

When they ran into Han Shao's army, Han Shao naturally didn't mind spending a little time to label them as criminals just like Ye He.

So over the past ten days, the number of the army behind him not only did not decrease, but instead more than doubled.

Feng Can said in a muffled voice when he heard Han Shao's words.

"My Lord, what do you need those rubbish for?"

"I will bring my men and women with me to this city. If we can't take it, I will bring my heads to you!"

Although Longcheng was built in imitation of the Weiyang Palace in the divine capital, it has high walls and strong defenses.

But facing a seventh-level True Immortal like Feng Can, it would not be very effective if there was no city defense formation or a great cultivator of equal strength to stop him.

If Feng Can was directly ordered to lead his troops to attack, the city could indeed be captured successfully.

But Han Shao just glanced at him indifferently.

"How about...you come and be the commander-in-chief for me?"

Feng Can shrank his neck, smiled awkwardly and said he dared not.

Han Shao snorted. "If you act recklessly in the upper three realms, you will be entangled in karma and will be punished by heaven."

"Others dare not do this, but you are not afraid of death?"

Feng Can heard this and wanted to say, "Isn't it true that the punishment from heaven cannot affect us?"

But when he met Han Shao's cold eyes, he immediately swallowed all his words.

The Lord has warned them before.

Some secrets should not be revealed unless absolutely necessary.

Otherwise it would be a way to death.

It's just that this hottie has such a personality, even Han Shao feels helpless sometimes.

After taking his eyes off Feng Can, Han Shao called out.

"Taiji."

Taiji, the commander of the Guiyi Nuer Army, rode up on horseback.

Then he took off his helmet, quickly dismounted, and crawled over without paying attention to the mud trampled by the horse's hooves.

"Master, Taiji is here."

Han Shao lowered his eyes and glanced at the barbarian slave in front of him.

Over the past year, this barbarian slave has grown a lot taller, and the hair on his head has grown out and tied into a bun, as is customary among the Yong people.

Plus the black armor that suppresses Liao.

If he were not someone familiar with him, he would probably just be regarded as an ordinary young man from a good family in Yong who joined the army, rather than a lowly barbarian slave.

Only in front of Han Shao, he still looked the same as before.

This made Han Shao very satisfied.

"Get up."

Han Shao nodded slightly and gave the order.

"Take your men to supervise the battle. I don't need to teach you what to do, do I?"

In the previous battle of Guanjun City, the Guiyi Army under Taiji only played a supporting role and earned some hard work.

This made Taiji feel very guilty and annoyed.

Now that he finally had a chance to prove himself, Taiji was naturally extremely excited.

Fierce and loyal hunting dogs, in addition to hunting for their owners, can also shepherd sheep for their owners.

And now those sinful slaves are the lambs raised by the master.

"Master, rest assured. Taiji understands."

As Taiji said this, he licked the corner of his mouth and smiled slightly ferociously.

"A useless lamb, not worth wasting the master's food."

Han Shao did not refute his words and waved his hand casually.

"Go."

"It's a good opportunity for me to take a look at the quality of those criminal slaves."

……

The Zhenliao cavalry, who had rushed all the way here, were resting in the cold wind outside the city without any scruples.

The surviving criminal slaves from various tribes, after eating some meat and recovering some strength, were driven towards Longcheng by the two thousand returned slaves under the command of Taiji.

Fortunately, the Yong people did not take away their armor and horses, otherwise they would rather mutiny than move.

After all, if death is a choice between the two, dying at the hands of those Yong devils is better than being killed by one's own people or dying at the hands of one's own people.

Just looking at the tall, solid city walls and their fellow tribesmen on the top of the city walls, the criminal slaves still turned pale and walked slowly.

Taiji, who was watching this scene, sneered and spoke.

"Ten breaths and a hundred steps. Anyone who lags behind will be killed!"

These cold and ruthless words were spoken, but the slaves still did not react much.

Taiji cursed softly.

'These filthy pigs--'

The two thousand domesticated slaves around him not only did not feel any strange emotions towards Taiji's description of their former fellows, but instead showed expressions of agreement.

Seeing Taiji wave his hand gently, they understood instantly and had already picked up the bows and arrows hanging on the side of the horse.

"Those who are late will die!"

A burst of cold shouts in unison.

Then there was a rain of cold arrows, pouring down on the criminal slave who was at the back.

The arrows penetrated the flesh, causing screams of agony.

The guilty slave turned his head with anger and hatred to look at the returned slaves behind him.

Looking at those cold and ruthless faces, and seeing the devil of the Yong people behind Guiyi Slave, they could only suppress their anger in their hearts and rush towards the towering city wall in front of them.

Faced with such looks, the Guiyi slaves didn't care at all, and had long forgotten that they had once seen such looks.

They only knew that they were the Guiyi Army and the most loyal hounds of their masters.

The rest are not important.

……

Han Shao, surrounded by a group of generals who were stationed in Liao, watched this scene from afar.

A Zhen Liao general behind him couldn't help but smile and sigh.

"Your Excellency's skill in raising dogs is really good."

These words immediately caused all the generals to laugh out loud.

Han Shao also smiled but didn't say anything.

The Tang people in another world are also good at raising dogs.

Often, only a few thousand Tiger Guards and their vassal troops were needed to sweep across the countries in the Western Regions.

It’s a pity that this is a technical job and it’s easy to mess it up if you’re not careful.

It is just like the later Battle of Talas. If the 20,000 Anxi tigers and wolves had not bitten back, they would not have been defeated so badly against the hundreds of thousands of Arab troops.

So it's okay for him to raise a dog himself, but he won't encourage others under his command to learn from him.

While they were chatting and laughing, the offensive and defensive battle not far away finally began.

It was obvious that at this time, the barbarian defenders on the city wall of Longcheng were a little confused when facing the attack from their own people who looked the same as themselves.

In addition, these defenders have been in the royal court and have not faced real war for many years.

So after shooting a few rounds of arrows in a daze, when they finally reacted, they found that those damn rebels had already made ferocious faces, inserted the iron spears in their hands into the cracks in the city wall, and then climbed up the city wall fearlessly.

"kill!"

The criminal slave who climbed onto the top of the city wall roared, gathered the internal energy and cut off the head of a Dragon City defender.

As the hot blood splashed, a cloud of white mist was stirred up in the surrounding cold air.

The criminal slave, whose face was also stained with blood, did not even bother to wipe it off and rushed forward.

That's what siege is all about.

There are enemies ahead and comrades behind.

Being stuck in place, unable to move forward or backward, means death.

So from the moment he stepped onto the top of the city, there was no turning back.

The only way is to fight your way out and keep moving forward.

kill!kill!kill!

At this moment, the defenders on the city wall no longer cared about whether they were of the same ethnic group or not after a lot of their men died around them.

In order to survive, the only way is to kill!

Only the nobles defending the city were still confused.

They originally just wanted to fight with the Yong people, slightly dampen their fighting spirit, and then have "peace talks" with them.

As long as the price is right, they will lower the price.

But now...what the hell is going on?

It's okay if the same clan kills each other.

After all, they are already used to this kind of thing.

What really confused and troubled them was that...if they wanted to dampen the Yong people's fighting spirit, they had to fight them!
Fighting these rebels to the death, even if you beat your brains out, it's still useless!
But we have to not fight!

If we surrender now, not to mention that the people just died in vain.

I'm afraid that nobles like me will have even less room for bargaining in front of the Yong people.

So even if they didn't want to fight these criminal slaves under Han Shao, they had no choice but to go ahead and kill them!
Of course, the most important thing is... Damn it! I can't beat those tigers and wolves of the Yong people, but I can't beat you bastards!
And so, a rather absurd and brutal battle began.

Both sides were forced to swing their swords, but they had to try their best and use up their last drop of blood for a chance to survive.

Under the city wall, the Zhen Liao army formation was in the distance.

Han Shao narrowed his eyes as he observed and evaluated the last bones and blood of the Wuhuan tribe.

I have to say, the perspective is different.

What you see is also very different.

These barbarians, who have been tempered by the harsh environment of the grassland, are somewhat worthy of praise for their ferocity and bravery.

It would be a pity to leave it all here.

So after figuring it was about right, he waved his hand.

After receiving his signal, a group of more than a hundred people stepped forward, took out some large and heavy objects from the storage bags they carried with them, and quickly assembled them.

After a while, someone finally walked up to Han Shao and spoke respectfully.

"My lord, I am ready."

Han Shao nodded slightly when he heard this.

Then he took out the dragon spear covered with dense scales and chuckled to those around him.

"Gentlemen, my decades-long wish to suppress Liao is now in sight."

"Are you willing to follow me into this city?"

……

(End of this chapter)