nownovels Chapter 17 Attack, attack, and more attack!
Chapter 17 Attack, attack, and more attack!
Five hundred thousand troops were crammed under Yanmen Pass, with a natural barrier in front and five hundred thousand impenetrable iron cans behind.
If they are attacked from both sides, they won't even have a place to run.
Shigeru Inuya's fingers gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.
Fifty thousand heavily armored soldiers.
The ace he had been searching for for half a month had suddenly appeared right behind him at this moment.
That crazy woman, Huo Qingluan, actually dared to lead 50,000 people deep into the heart of the grasslands in a huge circle!
How far will it take? How much hardship will it involve?
This is an absolutely insane fighting strategy!
His mind raced.
Eagle's Nest... I see.
The annihilation of the 3,000-strong reconnaissance battalion was not for revenge, but to clear the way for the 50,000 heavily armored troops!
These Wei dogs actually dared to play dirty tricks on him!
"Young Prince, we've lost our way!"
The lieutenant panicked and drew his scimitar:
"We need to quickly send troops to the rear to wipe out those 50,000 heavily armored soldiers, otherwise we'll be trapped like fish in a barrel!"
"Shut up!"
Shigeru turned around abruptly, his one eye glaring fiercely at the lieutenant.
"Escape route? I led you south to plunder money, grain, and women. Who the hell told you we were going to retreat?"
He turned his head and looked back at Yanmen Pass.
The initial panic in his heart was instantly suppressed by his violent outburst.
So what if it's broken?
Fifty thousand heavily armored soldiers are indeed a tough nut to crack, but so what?
The food supply at Yanmen Pass has run out!
Once Yanmen Pass is captured, all the resources within the pass and the entire heartland of the Central Plains will belong to the Northern Rong.
At that time, those 50,000 heavily armored soldiers will be like trees without roots; they will starve to death inside their iron shells.
"Pass down the order."
Inuya Shigeru raised his sword, the sound like thunder:
"Forget about the rear! Charge in with the entire army! Break down the gates of Yanmen Pass within half an hour!"
He had barely finished speaking.
"Crunch—Squeak—"
A dull, piercing bang came from directly in front.
The sound was so loud that it drowned out the neighing of horses and the sound of the wind from the 500,000-strong Northern Rong army.
The city gate bearings, having not been lubricated for a long time, emitted a piercing friction sound, which seemed particularly eerie on the empty battlefield.
Shigeru was stunned.
He maintained the posture of holding the knife, staring intently ahead.
The gate of Yanmen Pass, which had been tightly closed for half a month and had withstood countless attacks by the Northern Rong catapults without budging an inch, was slowly opening to both sides.
There were no rolling logs for defending the city, no molten gold, and no rain of arrows.
The door was just left wide open.
The doorway was pitch black, like a giant maw ready to devour its prey.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of synchronized footsteps came from the doorway.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
With each step, even the frozen ground beyond the pass trembled.
The first to step forward were foot soldiers carrying heavy shields as tall as a man.
The dark, imposing armored formation stretched out from the doorway like a moving steel wall.
One row, two rows, ten rows, a hundred rows.
A steady stream of infantry formations poured out from inside the pass and quickly arrayed themselves below the city walls.
Spears stood like a forest, pointing straight to the sky.
On the two flanks of the infantry formation, 20,000 Weijia Army cavalrymen stood silently, leading their warhorses.
The horse's mouth was completely covered with a bit, and it didn't make a sound.
On the wall, 50,000 crossbowmen stepped forward simultaneously, the winches of the ballistae making a teeth-grinding "clattering" sound, and all the crossbow bolts, as thick as a child's arm, were loaded and aimed at the Northern Rong army formation below.
A full 170,000 troops marched out of the pass!
Apart from the archers covering the rear, the rest of the troops were deployed in full force.
Shigeru Inuya's pupils contracted involuntarily.
He could see the faces of those Wei soldiers clearly.
His cheeks were sunken, his eye sockets were deep, and his lips were cracked and bleeding.
This was indeed an army that had run out of food, though not to the point where they were so weak they could barely stand.
But it's also obvious that they've been eating less lately!
Otherwise it wouldn't look like this!
Even so, their eyes were still frighteningly bright.
Those weren't the eyes of starving ghosts; they were the eyes of a pack of wolves that had smelled blood.
There was no fear, no despair, only a pure, murderous intent to tear the enemy to shreds.
This combined killing intent actually overwhelmed the might of the 500,000-strong Northern Rong army.
In the very center of the 170,000-strong army, a tattered banner bearing the character "卫" (Wei) fluttered wildly in the wind.
Beneath the banner, a young man dressed in a plain white robe rode on a white horse.
She wasn't wearing armor, nor was she carrying any weapons; she just calmly looked at him.
In the midst of a dense, black, armored army, that single figure in white was strikingly conspicuous, yet remained as steady as a mountain.
That was Wei Zhao, the tenth son of the Wei family.
Shigeru Inuya's breathing became erratic for a moment.
He suddenly felt a little cold.
This is not reasonable.
An army cut off from supplies, facing the overwhelming force of 500,000 troops, should mutini, should collapse, and should merely eke out a living on the city walls.
What gave them the right to open the city gates?
What makes them so confident that they could send 170,000 starving men to charge against their 500,000 elite cavalry?
This is completely illogical!
"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."
The lieutenant muttered to himself, his hand holding the knife trembling slightly.
"Snapped!"
Inuya Shigeru slapped the lieutenant across the face, sending him flying off his horse.
"What's the panic!"
Dogtooth roared.
He got it.
He understood completely.
This is not some ingenious plan; it's just a desperate struggle by a cornered beast!
Just like those nine Wei family members from Calabash Valley back then!
Forced into a corner and knowing he couldn't hold out any longer, he decided to fight desperately, hoping to bite off a piece of the Northern Rong before he died.
These people knew they were going to die, so they wanted to take as many people down with them before they died.
That's it.
"Hahahahaha!"
Shigeru threw his head back and laughed wildly, laughing so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.
"Old widow of the Wei family! You brats of the Wei family! You want to die? I'll grant your wish!"
He turned his horse around to face the 500,000 Northern Rong cavalry behind him.
"Warriors of the Northern Rong! Look ahead!"
The sword was aimed directly at Yanmen Pass.
"They're a bunch of starving cowards! They're the last paper tiger of the Great Wei! They can't even lift a sword! They're coming out to their deaths!"
A bloodthirsty roar erupted from the Northern Rong army ranks.
"Kill them all! Raze Yanmen Pass to the ground!"
Shigeru's voice was hoarse and frenzied, transforming all fear and unease into greed:
"We have an abundance of food within the pass! You can choose any woman from the Central Plains! Your horses will be laden with gold and silver! The land of Great Wei will be beneath our feet today!"
"This is their last stand! Crush them!"
The war drums thundered.
The horn sounded its most mournful charge.
Five hundred thousand Northern Rong cavalrymen simultaneously spurred their horses, unleashing tremendous kinetic energy in an instant.
The earth roared, soil was churned up and thrown into the sky, and a black torrent surged toward the Wei family army's formation.
Mochika was at the very front.
The wind blew into his mouth, carrying a strong, earthy taste.
He stared at the white-clad commander, his scars twisting into a cruel smile.
go to hell!
The last remaining bloodline of the Wei family will end here today!
Once these 170,000 people are crushed, no one in the entire Great Wei will be able to withstand the Northern Rong's blade!
The distance between the two armies is shrinking rapidly.
Five hundred steps.
Three hundred steps.
Two hundred steps.
On the white horse opposite, Wei Zhao slowly raised his right hand.
On the city wall, the old lady's iron cane slammed heavily onto the bricks.
Fifty thousand fully drawn bows were aimed at the sky.