Chapter 208: The Showdown

"Subordinate General Jiang Han, greets Your Highness."

"Rise."

The Yuan Family's troops were routed, and Zhao Xu immediately ordered the Wangfu Army to enter Yanguan.

Jiang Han ordered the city gates to be opened to let the Yan Wang's soldiers in, while simultaneously descending from the collapsed breach.

Arriving before Zhao Xu, he knelt on one knee to salute.

"Was it you who commanded the Nanmen?" Zhao Xu asked.

"Yes, Your Highness." Jiang Han lowered his head further.

He was filled with shame; if the Yan Wang had arrived even one hour later, the Nanmen would have been finished.

And Yanguan would likely have changed hands.

What followed might have been the fall of Da Song...

Thinking of this, he felt even more lingering fear, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"How many soldiers did Mo Yu give you?"

"Forty thousand."

Zhao Xu nodded upon hearing this, "Mo Yu mentioned your name to me. To have held out until now with forty thousand men is not bad. Get up, and have your men continue to guard the Nanmen to prevent the Yuan Family's troops from launching a counterattack."

"Yes, Your Highness." Jiang Han was delighted to hear this, as he had thought the Yan Wang would reprimand him.

Standing to one side, he and the Yanguan soldiers watched the Wangfu Army enter Yanguan through the city gate.

Gazing at the shiny Silver Armor of the Yan Wang's soldiers, deep envy appeared in their eyes.

He had heard from Mo Yu that the Yan Wang's soldiers were not only well-equipped but also strictly disciplined.

Seeing it now, it was indeed so.

The soldiers entering Yanguan marched in neat rows and columns, and not a single soldier whispered to another.

However, compared to the Yan Wang's soldiers, what he cared about most were the firearms that emitted loud roars.

This type of firearm, similar in shape to a Firearm, was clearly immensely powerful.

On the city wall, they had seen very clearly that the Yuan Family's troops had suffered greatly because of these weapons.

"With the Yan Wang here, Yanguan might be saved this time." Jiang Han secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether it was the Yan Wang's elite troops or his new-style firearms, it would be enough to give the Northern Di a hard time.

North Gate.

At this moment, the battle was intense.

Northern Di soldiers continuously climbed the city wall, fighting with Yanguan soldiers on the ramparts to vie for control of the wall.

As the number of corpses beneath the wall grew, the Northern Di used the soldiers of the auxiliary army like Sha to pile them up.

Allowing them to climb the city wall more easily.

Therefore, the North Gate was now essentially fully embroiled in hand-to-hand combat.

"Hold the line!" Mo Yu and the Yanguan generals personally participated in the slaughter.

Cutting down a Northern Di soldier in front of him with a blade, Mo Yu shouted.

He had heard the rumbling artillery fire from the Nanmen.

The Yanguan soldiers might not have known this sound, but he knew very well that this was the Yan Wang's Artillery.

Now that the artillery fire had stopped, he felt even more anxious.

Whether the Yan Wang had won or the Yuan Family had won, he did not know.

Therefore, he kept casting his gaze toward the south; if the Yuan Family's troops appeared first, then Yanguan would be finished.

If it were the Yan Wang's troops, Yanguan could be held this time.

His anticipation did not ultimately disappoint him.

Under the sunlight, the Wangfu Army in their Silver Armor marched toward them with steady, uniform steps.

"The Yan Wang has arrived! The Yan Wang has arrived!" At this moment, Mo Yu disregarded his image, leaping for joy like a child, hot tears streaming from his eyes.

That uniform sound of footsteps attracted the attention of both the Yanguan soldiers and generals.

Seeing this, their spirits were greatly bolstered.

"Kill!"

A surge of immense confidence rose in their hearts, and the Yanguan soldiers let out a roar, engaging the Northern Di soldiers in battle.

The Northern Di soldiers, who had been continuously advancing, suddenly found their opponents becoming fierce.

The front line they had occupied was constantly compressed and pushed back toward the edge of the city wall.

Just as they were bewildered, they suddenly discovered that soldiers in Silver Armor had mixed in among the Yanguan soldiers.

These soldiers were covered from head to toe in Silver Armor; as soon as they rushed up, they immediately stepped forward to act as human shields for the Yanguan soldiers, their blades and swords hacking at them.

"Clang!" A Northern Di soldier's Curved Blade struck one of these new soldiers, producing only the sound of blade against metal.

Before he could recover, a Yanguan soldier's Long Sword pierced his body.

Other Northern Di soldiers looked these soldiers up and down, wondering how to kill them.

But while they hesitated, the Wangfu Army and Yanguan soldiers gave them no opportunity to think.

They coordinated with each other, and the Northern Di soldiers fell one after another under their blades and swords.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble..."

The number of Wangfu Army soldiers climbing the Yanguan city wall continued to increase, spreading from the east side of the wall to the west.

Silver figures flashed, joining this brutal slaughter.

With the help of the Wangfu Army, the pressure on the Yanguan soldiers was greatly reduced.

The Wangfu Army soldiers who climbed the wall were all brave in battle and full of energy.

Sturdy Armor made them even bolder in abandoning defense to attack with full force.

In a short time, the Northern Di soldiers were all driven off the city wall.

Below the city.

Enke and the others had been watching the top of the wall, and seeing this scene, his expression turned extremely ugly.

Once their soldiers climbed the city wall, what remained was merely a mutual attrition of troops.

With the troop strength they had brought, they could absolutely outlast the Yanguan soldiers.

But he had not expected such an unforeseen event to occur now.

"It is Yan Wang; the Yuan Family has been defeated," Enke said to the dumbfounded Boketie.

"The Yuan Family has been defeated? Didn't the Yuan Family claim to have an army of two hundred thousand? They just lost to Yan Wang like this?" Boketie felt it was unbelievable.

Enke, for his part, felt very ashamed.

He could not imagine how Yan Wang's small force had defeated the Yuan Family.

But it seemed Yan Wang had done it, which could only mean that either the Yuan Family was too useless, or Yan Wang was too capable in battle.

Recalling the sounds from a short while ago that were even louder than the Firearm, he felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.

"It seems so," Enke said. "Great Administrator, although the Black Iron Royal Tent wishes for revenge, Yanguan is the most critical priority now; we should launch a full-scale attack."

Boketie looked at Lamu and Sa'erge, and the two of them nodded simultaneously.

The Black Iron Royal Tent had already fulfilled its role of exhausting the Yanguan soldiers and defensive supplies.

Now it was their turn to take action.

"Attack!" Boketie said.

His order was passed down, and the wailing sound of horns rang out.

The battle formations of the four tribes moved forward in unison.

The soldiers in the front-most phalanx began to run, charging toward Yanguan.

Yanguan City wall.

Zhao Xu and Chang Wei climbed onto the city wall, and Mo Yu, seeing Yan Wang arrive, immediately walked over.

Gazing at the dense mass of Northern Di soldiers below the city, Chang Wei gasped.

"The Northern Di have truly invested heavily this time," Chang Wei said.

He firmly believed that if not for Yan Wang this time, Yanguan would certainly not have been able to hold.

Zhao Xu's expression was grave; he had only ever seen such a grand scene in modern films and television dramas.

Looking out, the orderly battle formations of the Northern Di army stretched from Yanguan to a very distant place.

"Stop dawdling, quickly have the Yanguan soldiers cooperate to transport the Artillery up," Zhao Xu said to Mo Yu.

"Yes, Your Highness." With Yan Wang's arrival, Mo Yu immediately felt he had a backbone.

He personally led the Yanguan generals down to mobilize the Yanguan soldiers to dismantle the Artillery from their mounts and transport them onto the city wall.

Because the Artillery were too heavy, he had to pull out several thousand soldiers to be responsible for moving them.

In half an hour, over one hundred Artillery pieces were delivered to the city wall.