Chapter Ten First Battle

  The morning sunlight, passing through the thin clouds, shines on the desolate land. The rising sun casts its rays on the armor of countless soldiers inside and outside the city, reflecting a dazzling cold light. Before the storm begins, the flags are raised, and just observing the scene before the battle is enough to make one feel inexplicably excited, with nerves naturally becoming tense.

  Weiwu City is the most solid city in the northwest of the Great Qin Empire. The officials and soldiers inside the city are all old warriors who have experienced many battles on the border, with good psychological quality and combat effectiveness. Facing the fierce Mongolian army, they showed a calm and unhurried momentum, making Weiwu like a giant beast, quietly crawling there, although in a defensive role, its fangs still carried deadly ferocity.

  General Khelentsev of Mongolia stood quietly on the command platform, his face weathered from many storms showed no signs of fluctuation, a pair of bright eyes shining with wise and cold light. He wore a suit of cowhide armor, the scarlet cloak behind him fluttering in the wind.

  He Lian Ti Shu stood on the high platform, gazing out at the 80,000 elite soldiers, well-trained and with high morale. They were only waiting for his command to charge towards the city in front of them, using their bodies to tear open the Great Qin's defense line.

  Kerulen Iron Tree is a great general of Mongolia. He has experienced countless battles, and whether he faces the Great Qin people, the Great Qing people, or the Caesar Empire people, he has always been victorious with few defeats.

  Although he had been delayed in Lingyuan City for a few days, he had received the latest intelligence from within the country. The army of the Great Qin Empire was still on the borders with the Qing Empire in the northeast and the Fengyun Empire in the south. Only 10,000 cavalry came to Wuwei, and the commander-in-chief of Wuwei was only the weak fourth prince of the Great Qin Empire, Prince Liao Yang Chengfeng.

  He Lian Tie Mu became even more confident, he didn't think that Yang Cheng Feng this little brat could defeat him. Although the matter of Ling Yuan City was beyond his expectations, but he believed that relying on his outstanding strategy and still having 80,000 elite Mongolian warriors, victory would be achieved soon.

  The first horn sounded, and 20,000 Mongolian soldiers rushed out of their camp. In the front were the swordsmen, and in the back were the archers. The commander-in-chief of the Mongolian army was very experienced, slowly advancing the speed of the troops. Before entering the range of the bow and arrow of Weiwu City, such a speed could maintain its own formation while putting psychological pressure on the soldiers of Weiwu City.

  Twenty thousand soldiers, each holding a sandbag, densely lined up on the ground. The snow-white curved knife was like white waves, undulating. The heavy footsteps, like a fatal rhythm, were uniform and consistent. All these lives combined to depict war, showing their ferocious nature without any cover.

  Yang Chengfeng quietly watched the Mongolian army under the city, whether it was the advancing neat rhythm or the strict military appearance, all showed that this Mongolian troops were indeed well-trained. Although there were no arrow towers, siege engines and other large-scale siege equipment, the combat effectiveness of this army was still not to be underestimated.

  This was Yang Chengfeng's first time seeing a siege war in the Cold Arms Era, and his heart felt excited, bewildered, tense, all of which appeared in his mind at once.

  Kong Zhao-Wen was indeed a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, not flinching in the slightest, calmly issuing orders: "Prepare to launch the catapults, archers step forward, prepare to fire." With one command, Weiwu City seemed like a hedgehog ready to pounce on its opponent, all its quills standing upright. Tens of thousands of arrows were aimed at the rolling Mongolian army.

  When the Mongolian soldiers were 300 steps away from the city, Kong Zhao Wen shouted: "Launch the catapult." Suddenly, dozens of large stones fell down like hailstones, hitting the Mongolian army's phalanx formation. Each giant stone that fell made a deafening roar, and the earth shook with it. The terrifying killing power and shockwave not only caused heavy casualties among the Mongolian soldiers but also created immense psychological pressure on them.

  "Good!" The huge effect of the catapult made Yang Chengfeng involuntarily shout in praise.

  "It's a pity that there are too few catapults; otherwise, the Mongols would have had a good taste of them." Kong Zhao-Wen said with regret as he looked at the Mongols.

  "Yes! Such a large city of Wuwei has only thirty or so catapults, now I have already moved all these catapults to the west of the city, unexpectedly it's still too few."

  Under the attack of catapults, Mongolian soldiers did not stop their pace. Instead, they dispersed and accelerated their advance. The vanguard quickly approached within 150 steps from the city gate. Gong Zhao-Wen gave another order, and a rain of arrows poured down from the top of Weiwu City, but the Mongolian archers were not weak either. They desperately shot arrows at the city wall. Due to the great strength of the Mongolians, although they were under the city wall, most of their arrows still landed on the city wall. For a time, only the sky was filled with flying arrows, and blood splattered everywhere as bodies fell one after another.

  Although batches of soldiers fell down and wailed in the rain of arrows, more soldiers still yelled and rushed to the moat, starting to fill the river.

  "Your Highness, you go back first! The Mongols think it's easy to fill up the moat of Wuwei City?" Kong Zhao looked at the Mongolians below the city and sneered, turning his head to Yang Chengfeng.

  Yang Chengfeng took a look and felt that this had nothing to do with him, nodded and said: "Alright, General Ma is in charge here."

  At night, the Wuwei Taishou Fu was brightly lit. Liao Wang Yang Chengfeng, Wuwei Taishou Lei Meng, Wuwei Shoubi Kong Zhao Wen, Yulin Army Wan Qi Chang Wang Zuowei, and Deng Zhenglai, the Qianfu Zhang who made great contributions in Lingyuan City, as well as Nie Songbo and others, all gathered together.

  Yang Chengfeng sorted out his thoughts and said, "Everyone, after a day of fighting, I believe you all understand the Mongolians' combat situation. Although the Mongolians didn't fill up the moat today, at their attacking speed, tomorrow they will be able to fill it up. At that time, the battle won't be so easy. Does anyone have any ideas about this?"

  "Your Highness, how about we launch a surprise attack on their camp tonight?" said Lei Meng, the governor of Wuwei.

  "No, Your Highness, He Lin Tie Shu is a great general of Mongolia, he has been through hundreds of battles, and at night he must have made preparations. Our surprise attack will not be effective, on the contrary, we will fall into his ambush." Kong Zhao Wen immediately opposed Lei Meng's words.

  "Lord Lei, General Kong, I have a plan, don't know if it will work." Yang Chengfeng said at this time.

  "Please, Your Highness, enlighten us." Lei Meng and Kong Zhao Wen said in unison. After the battle at Lingyuan City, they had come to admire Yang Chengfeng wholeheartedly, and now that he mentioned there was a way, they immediately looked curious.

  Yang Chengfeng said, "In the past few days, I have sent people to observe in Wuwei City. It was found that there is a mountain valley five miles west of the city, where people rarely pass by, and it is easy to defend but difficult to attack. I plan to send an elite team to the mountain valley, every night at three o'clock and five o'clock, beat the drums three times each, so that those Mongolians will not be able to rest."

  "Be careful." The crowd will be overjoyed.

  Deng Zhongli led one thousand elite soldiers to the valley.