Chapter Eleven Victory

  At night, Deng Zhong came with a thousand soldiers to the northwest valley, according to Yang Chengfeng's intention, set up camp at the bottom of the valley, occupy the strategic location, ignore the opponent's provocation, only defend and not attack. Every night, beat the drum three times, just as the Mongolian army stopped beating the drum, returned to the camp to rest for a few minutes, and then beat the drum three times again, making the Mongolians suspicious and unbearable.

  ……

  Three days later, under Wuwei City, the Mongols who had already filled up the moat began their zero-distance attack on Wuwei City.

  Behind each Mongolian soldier, there was a rope for attacking the city, with an iron hook tied to one end. The Mongolian soldiers quickly took off the ropes from their bodies, swung the iron hooks up to hook onto the city wall, and then climbed up with nimble hands and feet.

  Yang Chengfeng saw the Mongols' siege engines for the first time, and upon seeing a large number of ladders thrown onto the city walls, he ordered: "Archers to the front, cut the ropes, throw thunderstones, pour boiling oil."

  The huge blade fell on the originally not very thick city rope, but it couldn't be cut off with one knife. Yang Chengfeng was shocked and ordered: "Pour boiling oil, throw torches."

  A bucket of hot oil was poured down, the Mongolian soldiers were scalded and screamed, one by one their bodies fell from mid-air, heavily crashing to the ground, then being ignited by fire torches thrown from above. The soldiers on fire screamed and frantically rolled around on the ground, trying to put out the flames on their bodies.

  The tragic fate of the soldiers in front did not stop the madness of the soldiers behind, countless Mongolian soldiers were still desperately rushing forward, climbing up to the city. After several days of fighting, although the garrison of Weiwu City had not suffered heavy losses, they were already exhausted, and with the crazy attacks of the Mongolians, many Mongolian soldiers had climbed onto the city wall under the hail of rocks and boiling oil.

  Kong Zhao-Wen saw the urgency of the situation and had already taken his steel knife to meet them. Every time he went down, a rope would break. The rope was made of dried cow tendon, ordinary soldiers were not strong enough, one knife could hardly cut it off, but for such a general, it was nothing.

  Yang Chengfeng watched the battle in the west of the city becoming increasingly fierce, and if this continued, some Mongolians might break into Wuwei City today. His face changed, and he hastily ran to the military camp inside Wuwei City.

  "Hurry up, Wang Zuwei, assemble three thousand cavalry for me." Yang Chengfeng urged as soon as he arrived at the military camp.

  "Your Highness, what's going on...?" Wang Zuwei looked at Yang Chengfeng in confusion.

  The cavalry went out of the city and attacked the Mongols.

  "Your Highness, it's impossible! The combat strength of the Mongolian iron cavalry is not something we can match." As the commander of the Imperial Guard, Wang Zuwei's duty was to protect Yang Chengfeng.

  "No time for explanations, quickly assemble three thousand cavalrymen for me."

  ……

  Helian Yemu was watching the battle of Wuwei City with great satisfaction, when he suddenly felt a tremor in the ground and the sound of galloping horses rose up. Helian Yemu's face changed, and he asked his personal guard: "What's going on? Where did those cavalry come from?"

  Kerulen's guards, like him, did not know what kind of cavalry came from the east. At this time, Yang Chengfeng led three thousand iron cavalry to the west battlefield, Yang Chengfeng smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth, leading the cavalry to rush up, the huge steel gun swallowed the lives of the soldiers, the horse trampled the bodies of the soldiers, the blood stained the entire battlefield red, everywhere was a melee of soldiers, people shouting and horses neighing, chaotic.

  The cavalry charged back and forth for two rounds, disrupting the Mongolian formation. In the phalanx formed by piling up people, it was a massacre of cavalry against infantry, while on all sides were formations attacking and killing, three million against eight hundred thousand, cavalry against infantry, in an disproportionate battle, the soldiers had no mercy, mostly hatred, anger, wielding the butcher knife in their hands.

  "Who can tell me what's going on? Where did these damned Qin iron cavalry come from?" Helian Tiemu lost his composure at this time. In the battles of the past few days, the Qin army in Wuwei City only harassed his camp at night and never fought outside the city. To capture Wuwei City as soon as possible, he turned all the Mongolian cavalry into infantry and left all the war horses in the camp, letting them experience the power of cavalry against infantry in the face of the Qin iron cavalry's charge.

  Kerulen Tietou's central army became the focus of attention during the first cavalry attack. The high commander flag told Yang Chengfeng the location of the enemy commander. Only by killing Kerulen Tietou could the Mongolians' attack collapse. Five hundred iron knights from the Blue Feather Army followed behind Yang Chengfeng, their black steel guns gleaming with cold light, devouring one life after another.

  He Lian Tie Shu's personal guard fought to the death, Yang Chengfeng's face was calm, his eyes flashing with a sharp and fierce light, his large gun creating a series of afterimages, swallowing and spitting out soldiers, opening up a bloody path, advancing forward relentlessly.

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  "Is it Your Highness?" Kong Zhao Wen on the city wall saw Yang Chengfeng fighting, and was shocked pale. If anything happened to Yang Chengfeng, he would be held responsible for his death.

  Kong Zhao Wen hastily said: "Come on, gather all the troops and horses, follow me to break out of the city."

  "Yes."

  ……

  He Lian Tieshu gazed at Yang Chengfeng from afar, a hero emerged in his youth. He couldn't believe that such a young man was the commander of this great Qin Iron Cavalry. The Great Qin Empire indeed produced exceptional people. With a long sigh, he mounted his horse, grasped his sword and shouted loudly: "Make way!"

  Only a hundred or so imperial guards remained, and they parted to either side as Helian Tietou spurred his horse forward, charging straight for Yang Chengfeng.

  Yang Chengfeng heard the sound of drinking, and his eyes flashed forward to see He Lian Tieshu urging his horse to come. The commander's flag was also moving slowly. His spirit was lifted, and he suddenly raised his full strength, his aura bursting out violently, his eyes flashing with precision, his warhorse not stopping, carrying a domineering and murderous aura, man and horse as one, his mouth letting out a deep drink: "Hah!", rushing towards He Lian Tieshu.

  A thunderous shout made He Lian's iron tree war horse jump in surprise, its front hooves violently rising. Yang Chengfeng's spear was swift and fierce, piercing through the horse's head and emerging from its chest. With a mighty cry, Yang Chengfeng lifted both man and horse, tearing them apart and sending them flying over ten meters before crashing to the ground.

  "He Lian Iron Tree is dead, spare those who surrender!" Yang Chengfeng shouted loudly.

  "Khal Drogo is dead, let the slaves go!"

  "Khal Drogo is dead, let the slaves go!"

  The knights following Yang Chengfeng immediately understood his intention after hearing his words and shouted loudly.

  Just then, Kong Xuanwen led 10,000 iron cavalry and 20,000 infantry out of the city gate, and when the soldiers heard that Helian Tietou was dead, their morale immediately surged.

  The Mongols, exhausted from the continuous siege and harassment by Deng Zhong's troops at night, were demoralized when they heard that their commander Helian Tieduo had died. Their morale collapsed, and under the pincer attack of Kong Xiangwen and Yang Chengfeng, some surrendered while others fled.

  This Wuwei campaign ended mysteriously with the death of Helian Tietou, and 80,000 Mongolian iron knights either escaped or were killed or captured, except for more than 10,000 people who fled. The Great Qin suffered only 10,000 casualties, and also captured 100,000 war horses, which was one of the most brilliant victories of the Great Qin Empire against the northern nomadic peoples in decades.