Chapter 203: Northern Di Troops Move

"The fighting has started in the south."

Boketie tilted his head, listening to the sound of firearms firing in the wind.

He was tall and broad-faced with a wide mouth; sitting on his horse, he was taller than Enke and the other two.

"The Khan's appreciation for Enke is well-founded," Sa'erge, the Great King of the Curved Blade Royal Tent, chuckled. "What Kutu failed to achieve all these years, Enke has accomplished in just a few short months."

"The Khan's eyes have always been like torches," the deep voice of Lamu, the Great King of the Copper Bull Royal Tent, rang out.

Enke did not speak; although the three Great Kings were praising him, he could not bring himself to be happy.

The three men's contempt for his father was another form of mockery toward the Black Iron Royal Tent.

Although he was displeased in his heart, he could not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Among the Ten King Tents of the Northern Di, only the Great King of the Black Iron Royal Tent had blood ties to the Khan.

The other Great Kings were all former tribal leaders or had obtained their royal titles through military merit.

Therefore, the other royal tents already held the Black Iron Royal Tent in some contempt, believing Kutu was unworthy of his reputation.

Enke had understood this deeply since he was a child.

Now, he had become the new Great King of the Black Iron Royal Tent.

He would not allow this prejudice to continue to grow on the Grassland.

This time, he would prove to the others that he was worthy of being the Great King of the Black Iron Royal Tent.

"Great Administrator, please let our Black Iron Royal Tent go first!" Enke jumped off his horse, bowed before Boketie, and lowered his head.

Bo'ertie let out a laugh, "Enke, you are truly a brave child, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Whether we can move south into the Great Song depends on this battle; this is no joke."

"Great Administrator, Enke is eager to wash away the shame of the Black Iron Royal Tent; perhaps we should give them a chance and let them go first." Sa'erge's face flickered in the light of the torches, his voice drifting over.

He was by no means kind.

A veteran of many battles, he knew very well that the initial fighting incurred the heaviest casualties.

To scale Yanguan City, they would likely exhaust the strength of an entire royal tent.

Of course, if this royal tent truly managed to scale the city walls, the credit would naturally be the greatest.

But he did not believe the Black Iron Royal Tent could take Yanguan on its own.

Since that was the case, it was better to let the eager Enke go first.

Once the Black Iron Royal Tent and the soldiers of Yanguan were exhausted, they would swoop in to reap the rewards.

Lamu gave a low laugh and said nothing.

Bo'ertie naturally understood the thoughts of Sa'erge and Lamu.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded, "Enke, cherish this opportunity; do not disappoint me."

In his view, the Black Iron Royal Tent was the weakest of the four royal tents.

Letting them exhaust the defensive equipment of the Yanguan soldiers seemed quite good.

Rather than keeping a rotten pear for the end, it was better to throw it out first.

In this way, he could also do Enke a favor.

"I will remember the Great Administrator's kindness," Enke raised his head.

He was not stupid; he knew the stakes of attacking the city first.

But for him, the shame of the Black Iron Royal Tent could only be compensated for with his own blood.

"Attack now; we must take Yanguan in the shortest time possible," Boketie said.

He had to admit one thing: Enke had done a great deed.

It had been ten years since Yanguan was caught in a pincer attack.

The Khan had extremely high expectations for this siege.

He absolutely would not allow failure.

"Yes," Enke nodded.

He went to the ranks of the Black Iron Royal Tent and found Kutu.

"Father, this is your chance to wash away the shame; the Great Administrator has agreed to let us attack first," Enke said.

Kutu, Tamu, and Charha had been waiting anxiously.

Upon hearing this news, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing Enke call him father again, he said, "Enke, my child, I will not return alive unless I scale the walls of Yanguan."

Enke nodded and left in silence; if they could not take Yanguan, he would not let his father return alive either.

"Woo—"

A heavy horn sounded.

Kutu raised his Curved Blade, and the Servant Soldiers slowly moved forward under his command.

These Servant Soldiers included Song People;

After the Ningjindusizhizhan, the Song People there were divided among the various royal tents.

There were also Gaoli people; after Gaoli submitted to the Northern Di, they sent a batch of slaves for them to command.

Among them were also the Aoman from the west; after conquering those lands, they had captured many Aoman.

Their Black Iron Royal Tent had thirty thousand such Servant Soldiers.

At this moment, the Servant Soldiers broke away from the main formation and moved forward.

The Servant Soldiers in the front carried Scaling Ladders, while those in the middle pushed the Tower Carts.

This was a tall siege weapon, like a high tower on wheels, with ladders inside.

The front of the Tower Cart was covered with a layer of iron armor to protect the soldiers inside from being hit by arrows.

Each Tower Cart could hold thirty soldiers at a time.

Upon reaching the base of the city wall, the doors of these Tower Carts were pushed open.

At this moment, as long as the ladders were leaned against the city wall, the soldiers could ascend the wall more rapidly.

At the rear of the Servant Soldiers were the Supervision Team holding Curved Blades.

Any Servant Soldier who fled during the battle would be hacked into mincemeat by them.

To the Northern Di, the lives of the Servant Soldiers were as lowly as ants.

However, those who did not die in battle also had no need to continue living.

Atop Yanguan City.

The atmosphere was as heavy as dark clouds pressing down.

Listening to the footsteps approaching step by step, every soldier held their breath in astonishment.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Just in this tense atmosphere, the sound of Arrow piercing the air came from the sky, and at the same time, the Firearm of the Northern Di flared with light.

In that instant of flashing light, Mo Yu estimated there were at least seven or eight hundred Firearm.

As the arrows attacked, the Yanguan soldiers immediately raised their shields to protect the Archers.

Compared to the rain of arrows from the Yuan Family, the rain of arrows from the Northern Di came even more densely.

The Arrow poured down like the raindrops of a torrential storm.

For a time, the metallic clanging of Arrow hitting the ground, the shattering sound of Stone Bullet, and the screams of Yanguan soldiers mixed together.

Mo Yu's attention was not diverted; he kept his focus on the movements below the city wall.

Sensing the footsteps and the creaking sound of wheels rolling, he shouted: "Ignite!"

In front of the North Gate of the city, there was a Trench.

This was a Trench over two meters wide, lying across the front of Yanguan like a moat.

Flowing in the Trench was a thick layer of Fire Oil.

Before the Yuan Family attacked the Nanmen, the soldiers at the North Gate had already poured the Fire Oil into it.

"Ignite," Mo Yu ordered.

The purpose of the Trench was to delay the enemy's advance while illuminating the nearby area to give the soldiers on the city wall a wider field of vision.

Upon receiving his order, the Archers ignited their Arrow and shot them toward the city wall.

Suddenly, the Trench thirty meters outside the city wall emerged from the ground like a fire dragon.

Under the illumination of the firelight, Mo Yu saw dense crowds of Northern Di soldiers holding Curved Blades, stopping a few meters away from the Trench.

These soldiers were distributed across every piece of land from east to west.

"Release arrows!"

Seeing so many Northern Di soldiers reveal their figures, the Yanguan commanders shouted one after another.

A chorus of bowstrings rang out, and a wave of arrow rain showered into the Northern Di army.